<?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-11534326</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:52:11.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing hamsters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11534326.post-111665781144427390</id><published>2005-05-21T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T23:43:31.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Thanks &lt;/em&gt;for ending the conversation in such a sweet way- then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111665781144427390?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111665781144427390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111665781144427390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111665781144427390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111665781144427390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/thanks-for-ending-conversation-in-such.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111650324094828277</id><published>2005-05-19T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T04:47:20.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>But since i can't always think about myself...&lt;br /&gt;I won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111650324094828277?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111650324094828277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111650324094828277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111650324094828277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111650324094828277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/but-since-i-cant-always-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111650067800804619</id><published>2005-05-19T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T04:43:09.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19th.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like the 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got my hair cut today. Yes finally.&lt;br /&gt;Krystal said i look like i have too little hair.&lt;br /&gt;But nice.&lt;br /&gt;Nugget's still sick, no not me yes im still sick but no im not nugget.&lt;br /&gt;Nugget's Eden's cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 3 is coming out, but i don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel anne and Karen watched 'House of Wax' already.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to watch it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;But due to Rachel's track and some......bbq (UGH) its off soooooooo&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tennis soon so i guess thats One thing i can look foward too. Yeah one thing.&lt;br /&gt;Hah my life sounds miserable now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, it IS miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh so we're checking our English and Chinese papers tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo yeah. We WERE supposed to fininsh at 8.45am but no,&lt;br /&gt;the freaking teachers had to mark super fast and fininsh it so yes we've to stay back just to check our papers.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111650067800804619?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111650067800804619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111650067800804619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111650067800804619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111650067800804619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/19th.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111632699912787369</id><published>2005-05-17T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T03:49:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To the world you may be one person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But to one person you may be the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HannahBanana is FINALLY online and we've decided to go out this Saturday! *yay* Now all i've to do is GET RID OF MY FREAKING FLU. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had HomeEcons paper today. I couldn't breathe during the paper and i felt like vomitting. Bahhh, at least there's no school tomorrow. :D:D:D:D So i have &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; day to recover, not fully but at least a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;                                     If i could, then i would,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; i'll go wherever you will go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Bahhhh, my whole body's aching and my head's pounding and my nose's blocked and my throat hurts like there's a thousand needles poking it. Haha, the after effects of talking on the phone the WHOLE day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im off to go.... irritate Hannah online 'cause she's trying to update but i keep talking so im guessing her com keeps hanging. Haha, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111632699912787369?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111632699912787369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111632699912787369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111632699912787369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111632699912787369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-world-you-may-be-one-person-but-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111624496582795620</id><published>2005-05-16T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T05:02:45.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Life like chocolate can be so bitter, yet so sweet. Smooth and full of surprises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well i believe in Karma, so go on saying what you've been saying. ( :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmmms, so Mr Flubug has decided to pay me a visit. Thanks a lot, for visting me right at the exam period. Bahhhh! Okay i just sneezed. Rawr. My nose is super itchywitchy. ) : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Home econs paper tomorrow. Then Maths, and im freeeeeeeeee! :D:D:D:D Oh wait Steph, you're not well! I hear Oreo barking. Rarrrrrr, irritant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like going to watch a movie in the nice cold air con, then again it'll be super freaking cold and im having this freaking flu. Hahah, sucha paradox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, i better go now. I've been stuck on &lt;em&gt;Seven Days Without You&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Avion.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111624496582795620?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111624496582795620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111624496582795620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111624496582795620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111624496582795620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-like-chocolate-can-be-so-bitter.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111613937918911464</id><published>2005-05-15T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:42:59.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-[e]Den- the whitest angel ; in heaven . [[youremylittlehotstuff]]*_____ ((: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahahahaha. oh? thats what friends are for. your troubled heart, is just like a sting in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Eden is so nice! So im here to promote her niceness, she's kinda smart too. She's some love guru. Haha, that rhymes. :D:D:D MAKE &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=16275839"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;EDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; YOUR FRIEND PEOPLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111613937918911464?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111613937918911464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111613937918911464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111613937918911464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111613937918911464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/eden-whitest-angel-in-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111613461372085578</id><published>2005-05-15T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:23:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;This one love in a lifetime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Our two hearts of a kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;These three reasons you'll be mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;For there's five or six ways through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Seven days without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Avion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111613461372085578?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111613461372085578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111613461372085578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111613461372085578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111613461372085578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-one-love-in-lifetimeour-two.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111605614295713767</id><published>2005-05-14T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:35:42.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hdsjkadhaskjdba bhdjskagdkajsd and asdbsajkdgjkasgdkajsd asndmbasjkdgkasgdas daskjdgasukgdjasvbjkasc b,ams!! dbskjadgajksdgasd dsabdjkaghdjkabdjkas  bskagdkasgdasuigduidbasmd sakjdgajskgczxBcxkjasdgasiudqadbsam, ambcxjkgbcxk asbdajkdgkasdgkasjdbkajsd bdajkdgsagA nsjakdkasgdiogeqwk bdm,d adbaksugdoqwglkd asm mjavsgcuas bcas !!!!!!!!!!!!!! dsbjkdgkadasb $%^#^#%#&amp;^$&amp;amp;^$^ cnkjfchkdcjksdbcskj! bsjkdgakgdiuacb kibeifdue fwhiu gqukbjcb zm,xbciuasgdwqiugewkqjdb asm, chduidw hqwk then again, dsghidyasibdsabdciusgyewdjwbdjkcm, but then! hdjskhgdoiasdosaddew wdewew, AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hkdsahdhakdhasikd she dsahjkdhkihdiohew lied dsahkdhaskdhgiuewigdjkebdjksbjasbcjhguiewb TENNIS! hdkshdahdoashodhodnqwndlabsdxgasuidguwevbfjw bmsgcikugtwqiugeqwjkcjas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Atheena. 'Cause prolly you're the only one who understands this whole post. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111605614295713767?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111605614295713767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111605614295713767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111605614295713767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111605614295713767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/hdsjkadhaskjdba-bhdjskagdkajsd-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111605326386414048</id><published>2005-05-14T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:48:48.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love don't cost a thing, but it pays to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up at around..... 11 ish. And i havent studied at all and its 2.46pm now. Haha, i think i rock at wasting time. Anyway, im free till about 7.... haha, so should i study? Blogging is like talking to myself. So i better stop soon. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is like swallowing hot chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before it has cooled off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It takes you by surprise at first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But keeps you warm for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111605326386414048?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111605326386414048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111605326386414048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-dont-cost-thing-but-it-pays-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11534326.post-111599824612881748</id><published>2005-05-13T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T08:30:46.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny how some conversations start out sweet and end in a... not so sweet manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111599824612881748?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111599824612881748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111599824612881748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111599824612881748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111599824612881748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/funny-how-some-conversations-start-out.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111598512174417671</id><published>2005-05-13T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T04:57:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love is kisses in a bean bag chair&lt;strong&gt;The two of us but no one there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Love Is-Backstreet Boys (HAHAHA)&lt;/div&gt;This MAY be a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had Math today, i swear i so suck at Math. It's okay 'cause Rachel sucks more! I was watching her everytime i didn't know how to do a question and stoned, she does the stupidest things! Seriously, she started combing her hair, lowering her socks, looking at her nails... yadayadayada. Haha, so yes. Anway, Zenn and I are gonna start the trend for straw hats. Ooooh! &lt;u&gt;Tennis&lt;/u&gt; soon. :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing a bit, Mother and I went shopping yesterday! Queer i know, to go shopping right smack in the middle of the MidYears. Haha, she was like 'Okay Steph get dressed (NO I WASN'T NAKED I JUST CAME BACK FROM SCHOOL) lets go for sushi at Wheelock Place." I swear i have never changed so fast in my life. Hahah, so after lunch we went shopping. We shopped from lets see... 12pm till 8-ish pm. haha. I bought this FCUK shirt, this white handbag (ELLE SAYS ITS UGLY BUT I THINK ITS NICE.) and this white nike shirt. I don't know why im suddenly into white. Oh do you know, white and black are not colours. They are... i don't know. I forgot. So yeah, ooh the 9pm show on channel 8's getting exciting and ending TONIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, Karen said something hilarious today. She went, 'Stop poking me Rachel! I'll get holes!' So Rachel went *poke* 'OOH KAREN'S GOTTA HOLE!!!' Hahaha, super funny those two. So.... today was like 'Moodswing Day!' Oh not forgetting, it's Friday the 13th. Happy Friday the 13th. Elle stained her skirt &lt;strong&gt;TWICE&lt;/strong&gt; in an afternoon, once in Wisma, once at my place. Rachel lost her wallet in Wisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Because maybe, she pays more attention to her television set than to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Because maybe, she only cares about Desperate Housewives. (BAN IT, SINGAPORE!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Because maybe, all she does is say i'm silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Because maybe, i think i should shut up now):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, my phone rang and now im happy :D Oh im using my phone illegally, mom's not home and dad's too blur to notice its with me! Haha, today in Roxy, they started playing 'As Long As You Love Me' and Elle shouted (I WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HER MIND YOU.) 'Eh Steph! You're favourite song!' Ya thanks a lot Elle, tell the whole of Roxy! haha, oh oh! And i showed Elle my new Gallaz and she likes them and Marilyn says they're hot. Hoho, I NEEEEED A HAIR CUT. Im looking more and more like some overgrown plant. But Rachel says i look nicer with my hair tied up. So cut or not? Nevermind, i'll make my mind up next Friday. Ooooh! I may be going to watch House of Wax next Friday. (i got forced. bahhh.) I've been updating for half an hour already! Anyway, look at these! I got them from Zenn. Click &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v495/bimboprincess/EBayBohemianEarrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hohoho, pretty right! :D:D:D them. And not forgetting, TENNIS SOOON!!!!! :D:D:D i said that twice already, haven't i? :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i'll update more later when im bored. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Steph xoxo 7.51pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't care who you are Where you're from What you did As long as you love me Who you are Where you're from Don't care what you did As long as you love me :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im gonna write random Stephymonials for everyone! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111598512174417671?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111598512174417671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111598512174417671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111598512174417671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111598512174417671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-is-kisses-in-bean-bag-chairthe.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111581524421815880</id><published>2005-05-11T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T05:40:44.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, now i need you and i can't find you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111581524421815880?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111581524421815880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111581524421815880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111581524421815880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111581524421815880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-now-i-need-you-and-i-cant-find-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111581152846886486</id><published>2005-05-11T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T04:38:48.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lit paper was a breeze so im kinda confident i'll pass that. And English too. I think im gonna fail Chinese (DUH!) History (I hardly studied) and erm, maybe Math or Science. Oh well, i already warned my mom about what im gonna fail for sure and she seems pretty cool about it so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i came home at about.. 11-ish today. Came home, picked up the phone immediatley and i talked from 11 till erm, 1 i think with like 2 minutes intervals. hahaha. And then i slept for like half an hour and i was supposed to make a phone call at 2 again but i continued sleeping dispite waking up at 2. So yeah, then i studied a little bit (HISTORY WTH JOKE OF THE CENTURY) then i went to cold storage with Motherrrrr and yeah thats pretty much my whole day. So yeah. Im not really in a good mood now soooooo, yeah. Everyone seems to be having issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, no im not okay quit asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 14th Marilyn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111581152846886486?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111581152846886486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111581152846886486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111581152846886486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111581152846886486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/lit-paper-was-breeze-so-im-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111563177560186135</id><published>2005-05-09T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T02:42:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So on the 7th, Mother returned (FINALLY!) from Taiwan with my DKNY Be Delicious perfume :D:D:D:D Trigger happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i wanna hold your hand...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh that song has been stuck in my head the whole day 'cause Fer kept singing it. Haha. Today i went to school very happy, till after recess, when i found out we still had Home Econs. Ugh, totally spoilt the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"build me up, buttercup baby..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that song too! Fer's like my own human juke box. Seriously, throw any title at her and she'll just go on singing and singing and singing. Hahaha, anyway..... Adora brought edible bubbles to school today. Caused a little hoohah in the clique. Picture this, Adora and myself fighting for one bubble and we ended up pecking each other on the lips and picture this too! Rachel with her tongue out and me with my tongue out too, fighting for the SAME bubble, and we ended up haha, this is going to sound so wrong but, we ended up 'licking' each other cause the bubble burst before it reached one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel said something during science class which made me laugh so much i almost fell off my chair. We were trying to eat the edible bubbles and she was making the bubbles well by simply blowing air onto the stick, then she got tired of blowing air onto the stick and shouted 'HAIYAH IM SICK OF BLOWING ALREADY LA!'&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, funnnnny! :D:D But she brings joy to myself so oooohweee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lit paper's on Wednesday so i better be off to study. Goodbye! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you&lt;br /&gt;You are my only one&lt;br /&gt;I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do&lt;br /&gt;You are my only, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my only one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY 14TH ATHEENA!&lt;/span&gt; (its in advanced 'casue i may not update tml!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14 already eh! :D Thanks for teahcing me piano :D Anyway, another outing soon (24TH MAY 24TH MAY!) with PIKIN, okay? &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111563177560186135?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111563177560186135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111563177560186135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111563177560186135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111563177560186135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-on-7th-mother-returned-finally-from.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111537896708993483</id><published>2005-05-06T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T04:31:06.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's the moments that take your breaths away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's funny how time flies. Sometimes, it's funny how time just well, stands &lt;u&gt;still.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digressing a little, as pathetic as it may sound, i have no where to go on the last day exams. Therefore, due to the amount of 'i miss you(s)' i have said to SAMANTHA LIM HUI YI/LI, i have decided to date her! FINALLY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom, the 24th of May is coming coming coming! :D Can you wait? I CAN'T! Golly gosh i feel like some small kiddo that is jumping around with pom poms and two ponytails! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pok pok pok, sometimes i wonder why this world is filled with so many love songs, sometimes i just want those love songs to play over and over and over again (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours and hmmm, 40 minutes to go (: (ATHEENA ATHEENA! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the song Brighter Than Sunshine by Aqualung ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brighter than sunshine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's brighter than sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The number of lines in italic (:&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks for being there for me today, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Simone&lt;/span&gt; ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111537896708993483?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111537896708993483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111537896708993483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111537896708993483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111537896708993483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-moments-that-take-your-breaths.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111530261615877653</id><published>2005-05-05T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T07:16:56.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;05/05/0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse day ever thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Marissa and I's wedontknowhowmanymonths anni of being friends/bitchingpartners/besties :D :D :D :D I think its been like, 3 or 4 years by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today, ITS HORRIBLY HORRID LIKE BLACK LOLLIPOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the phone call at 10 something. No thanks i dont want it again. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111530261615877653?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111530261615877653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111530261615877653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111530261615877653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111530261615877653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/050505-worse-day-ever-thankyouverymuch.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111529926256931316</id><published>2005-05-05T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T06:21:02.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, i'm having fucking cramps now. Can i just die. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Thursday, as usual, its terrible. Ugh, today was the freaking Chinese paper which is gonna be the first paper i fail for MYE. Next is History (i mean the sub im gonna fail) anddddd, yeah i guess i'll pass the rest. I hope i do. I mean yeah okay nevermind. This is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like nobody else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In the heat of summer sunshine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I kiss you, and nobody needs to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111529926256931316?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111529926256931316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111529926256931316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111529926256931316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111529926256931316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/ugh-im-having-fucking-cramps-now.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111492904361074654</id><published>2005-05-01T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T23:30:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>little kiddy misses her own cow (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda scary come to think of it. The last time this happened, abscence didn't make my heart grow fonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big one&lt;/span&gt;, i'll be your &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;little one&lt;/span&gt; for as long as you want ( :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111492904361074654?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111492904361074654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111492904361074654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111492904361074654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111492904361074654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-kiddy-misses-her-own-cow-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111485497597543832</id><published>2005-04-30T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T03:15:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog's back up, due to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boring Saturday. I've been talking to the most random people online, those i never talk to online. Anne-marie...Biru...Rachael... Yeah thats about. Yes i was That bored. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so friggin irritated. Sometimes i hate the internet world. It takes one forever to find a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the background song by the way, thanks a million &lt;em&gt;Nat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, talking about Nat. I realised i havent seen her since a few days after the O level results were realeased. ): Remember your promise for a day out, just the two of us? In heels competing to who's taller? And looking at all the women (caucasians in particular HAHA) who werent wearing bras!? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to. But if you deny me one of your kisses, dont know what i'd do... so, hold me close and say three words like you used to do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nono, seriously. Sometimes i really wonder how people can live life being so effing twofaced. I mean don't they feel guilty at some point? I'm sure you'll never feel guilty 'cause you're still here, laughing about it thinking i don't know you dug out all my little secrets and turned around and told them to, of all people, her ex-gf/ current twin/ a girl who talks like their still together. Tsk seriously, you have the words 'I'm childish!' printed all over your face. Actually not only face, all over YOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone give me a pillow so i can scream into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PMSing&lt;/span&gt;, go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111485497597543832?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111485497597543832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111485497597543832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111485497597543832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;and do you feel the same for me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111451418848965744?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111451418848965744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111451418848965744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111451418848965744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111451418848965744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/cause-maybe-i-expect-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111433097708384992</id><published>2005-04-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T01:30:57.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate to say this but, i sense something bitter coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you just proved me right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111433097708384992?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111433097708384992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111433097708384992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111433097708384992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111433097708384992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-to-say-this-but-i-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111432666439213227</id><published>2005-04-24T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:40:37.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone entertain this silly cow over here. Im bored to tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i've done since i woke up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pee/brush my teeth/comb my hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch tele&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat breakfast/lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to 'From this moment on', 'You and me' and 'Colourblind' (they've been on repeat for the past 37486871 hours.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog hop, A LOT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friendster: i-look-at-all-the-idiots-and-laugh-at-their-profile hopping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stone, a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to sleep. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play with Oreo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch The Amanda Show, Kenan and Kel, Unfabulous, Fear Factor, The Simple Life2....MTV.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched HITCH on the computer, then i stopped cause my ass hurt from sitting for so long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes that's about it. From 9 something all tha way to 3.10pm. And nope, i havent picked up a single book to study/read. OMG OMG OMG, i havent done my homework. Marilyn where are you? Can we continue talking abt 'ceeeshhh!' and The bitch of the twins? : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? ) :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111432666439213227?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111432666439213227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111432666439213227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111432666439213227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111432666439213227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/someone-entertain-this-silly-cow-over.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111430871830885154</id><published>2005-04-24T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:31:31.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was looking through someone's phone during dance on Friday and i realised, the people who seem the happiest to you are actually the saddest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.30 this morning. Ally wasn't feeling well- period cramps. She barged into my room at 5.30, slumped herself on my bed (i was still half awake/half asleep mind you) and started to whine. Then she happily went to the toilet to do dont know what and when she was walking back to my bed, she freaking blacked out on the floor! Well it was only for like, 10 seconds. I heard her flop on the floor and i immediatley sat up on my bed, hair in the biggest mess ever, very cold cause i flipped the blanket off me and i couldnt see cause i didnt have my glasses on. Okay then, i cant remember. Oh she whined on my bed again and asked the stupidest question, 'Steph if i vomit on your bed will you kill me?' Obviously i wont, she's sick. Gosh, her blonde moments are the funniest. Then i went to sleep, but woke up 5 minutes later cause she suddenly said, 'Steph i need to change pad, where's all your pads.' I told her the first drawer. They were starring right at her and she said she couldnt see them. So i had to get up and show her. I guess it was already 6 by then, we finally went to sleep after that, but i woke up 2 hours later again, cause Ally woke up and she was like 'Thanks Steph thanks Steph thanks Steph.' Somehow reminded me of a broken recorder. Managed to get a few hours of sleep but woke up at 9.30 again cause Ally came in to gimmie a kiss on my cheek. (SHE SECRETLY LOVES ME! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, im free today!!!!!!! I have no plans!!!!!!! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;(Yes picture me screaming this to your face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, date anyone? Im bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111430871830885154?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111430871830885154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111430871830885154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111430871830885154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111430871830885154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-looking-through-someones-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111416480013480174</id><published>2005-04-22T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T05:24:37.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell her you think shes cool. Tell her why you think shes so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to her in movie theatres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pick her up and pretend youre going to throw her in the river; she'll scream and fight you but secretly, she`ll love it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand and skip. Hold her hand and run. &lt;strong&gt;Just hold her hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her she's pretty. Introduce her to your friends as the coolest girl you know.&lt;br /&gt;Take her anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her dirty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her your stories.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her anything.&lt;br /&gt;Write poems about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. (SWEEEEET! :D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take her to shows of bands shes never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand in the mosh pit. (This might be, dangerous/tough but cool haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call her. Call her back if she calls you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing to her, no matter how bad you are. ( :DDDD )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carve your names into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get her mad, then kiss her. (want to how sly.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give her piggy-back rides. ( I want I want!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push her on swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay up with her all night when shes sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up pet names for her, but cool ones,not sappy ones.&lt;br /&gt;Write on her. WRITE ABOUT HER.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to all the bands she mentions.&lt;br /&gt;Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When shes sad, hang out with her or stay on the phone with her, even if shes not saying anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy her ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Let her take all the photos of you she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slow dance with her, even if the music is fast. (that would be tough too, wouldnt it?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK ITS SO SWEEEEEET! :D Kinda true (OMG STEPH I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST SAID THAT!) and yeah, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Congrats Steph you became part of her oblivious surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Red, &lt;em&gt;When you spend all your time with your friends and not me instead,&lt;/em&gt; Feeling Black, &lt;em&gt;When i think about all of &lt;strong&gt;the things that i feel i lack&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; Feeling Jaded, &lt;em&gt;When its not gone right, all the colours are faded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111416480013480174?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111416480013480174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111416480013480174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111416480013480174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111416480013480174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/tell-her-you-think-shes-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111389715910381432</id><published>2005-04-19T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T00:52:39.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Correction:&lt;br /&gt;We shouted "U-G-L-Y You aint got no allibi, your ugly!' NOT to you. YOU were the one who turned around 'acknowledging' that we meant you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Gosh, now i see your face all i can do i laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111389715910381432?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111389715910381432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111389715910381432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111389715910381432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111389715910381432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/correction-we-shouted-u-g-l-y-you-aint.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111381803451406723</id><published>2005-04-18T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T02:53:54.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I currently hear Colourblind over the phone. Tell me how to not be all smiles when i was all sulk this morning? Hahaha, okay bye! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111381803451406723?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111381803451406723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111381803451406723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111381803451406723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111381803451406723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-currently-hear-colourblind-over.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111371793197621582</id><published>2005-04-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T23:05:31.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The five people you meet in Heaven&lt;/em&gt; is gooodshit i tell you ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, im bored. I studied a little just now, very little. 2 pages of science. harhar, gonna study more later. Tomorrow's Monday, 3 periods of HomeEcons): And last period is HISTORY. rarrrr, i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111371793197621582?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111371793197621582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111371793197621582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111371793197621582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111371793197621582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/five-people-you-meet-in-heaven-is.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111366706831339711</id><published>2005-04-16T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:57:48.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im feeling rather.......... neglected, uncared for, attention-less.&lt;br /&gt;hah shut up steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Elle, i hope your reading. See your name is being mentioned on my blog, once again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF's being an ass. Stwepid pout-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, im pretty over the moon (ya right Steph, shut up)&lt;br /&gt;Got the red skirt + pink top from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this friday i must:-&lt;br /&gt;*Tell who i love, i love you&lt;br /&gt;*Tell Mother abt my status (HARHAR)&lt;br /&gt;*tell God if he has to take me take you instead or else he has to take you away too (sound familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;*Finish reading the &lt;strong&gt;5 people you meet in Heaven.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogay ogay, i better stop typing before some sweetheart starts tearing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111366706831339711?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111366706831339711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111366706831339711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111366706831339711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111366706831339711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-feeling-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111348371127315332</id><published>2005-04-14T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T06:01:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't mind the previous post, i just had to vent my anger on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, okay see i've no mood to blog alr.&lt;br /&gt;PTC tml, bid me byebye. I only passed 2 subjects. Eng and home econs.&lt;br /&gt;yay what joy. (insert sarcasm here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh okay bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's the Way You Make Me Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Spinning my world around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tell me how can I walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't care what they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm loving you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's the way you make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111348371127315332?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111348371127315332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111348371127315332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111348371127315332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111348371127315332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/dont-mind-previous-post-i-just-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111348295444517181</id><published>2005-04-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T05:50:48.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;You're ruining my life.&lt;br /&gt;Stop spreading rumours, stop starting them and stop saying you weren't the one who started it when you were the one who started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit you cause you don't know the other side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you (figure of speech)&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be mean, but hey here's the answer to why you're family's so broken now, why your love life sucks (no im not trying to my love life's perfect) and why you're so fucken hated bu almost everyone you think is your friend but actually you know what? THEY ARENT YOUR FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;No im not saying that they are my friends either cause you never know, i mean hey their your "friends" so their prolly as two-faced as you cause why? THEY PROLLY LEARNT IT FROM YOU! FUCKING HELL FUCK YOU! (still figure of speech)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to MissIKnowItAllSoICan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HappilyStartRumoursAndGoFuckMyself, when the seniors leave, you'll see who's left to be your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111348295444517181?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111348295444517181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111348295444517181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111348295444517181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111348295444517181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/ugh-youre-ruining-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111339608162473377</id><published>2005-04-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T05:41:21.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that feeling of when,&lt;br /&gt;you wanted someone the first time, but you didnt get it.&lt;br /&gt;Then you wanted it again, and you got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after getting it, someone you used to want, came to you, and you could have it?&lt;br /&gt;Then again, cause i love you so much, i didnt want it in the end(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm writing again these letters to you aren't much, I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i'm not sleeping and you're not here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The thought stops my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;FINCH- Letters to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111339608162473377?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111339608162473377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111339608162473377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111339608162473377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111339608162473377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-know-that-feeling-of-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111320968427222814</id><published>2005-04-11T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:54:44.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, deleted the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why i typed that. Maybe im being too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know! haha. okay, maybe its just moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms, im gonna sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;but the rain stopped alr! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid chicken nehneh.&lt;br /&gt;This Friday, die. PTC, dieee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i like you for you. I like your nice warm big tight long hugs which make me smell like you after that."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know you're smiling at your com now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111320968427222814?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111320968427222814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111320968427222814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111320968427222814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111320968427222814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/haha-deleted-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111320727181326199</id><published>2005-04-11T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T01:14:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sports meet today, ugh. It was so freakin hot. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town after that, i lost my belt at the stadium, rarrrr. So i went to town in my PE attire, sucha doofus. Ate chicken rice, then we left for Cine to watch a movie, but Mabel's mom didnt allow her to so we went home. But Chel, Elle and En stayed cause they felt like watching a movie but i didnt feel like it so i went off. They took my cash and were like woohoo! Haha, how retarded can they get.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah took 143 home with Mabel and yeah thats about it. Sat at the bus stop for a while then, i forgot. Oh yeah we went to coldstorage- the fresh food people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anywayyyyy, i feel like going to sleep now. The nice wet weather's making it even more tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111320727181326199?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111320727181326199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111320727181326199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111320727181326199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111320727181326199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/sports-meet-today-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111314044217339584</id><published>2005-04-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T06:40:42.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Shantal &lt;/span&gt;if you're reading! :D I miss you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was okay lah. (i know you're reading, it was OKAYE.) haha. and yeah thats about it. Spent the whole day in town. Kinda boring. Going tomorrow as well, going to catch a movie. I think. Yeah, that's about it. Bryane's sucha asshole. Hahah, asked me to go for National cross country this Wednesday, almost said okay, then i thought of the heat. Eeeeyeu, its gonna be hot. So no. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, i can't wait for tomorrow somehow. :D&lt;br /&gt;I think CK Truth stinks. Felissa you've bad taste. I want those pink flipflops from FCUK, anyone feeling rich?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built this way by Samantha Ronson's nice(: Go listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;No one told me I was going to find you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Unexpected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What you did to my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I lost hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;You were there to remind me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is the start&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111314044217339584?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111314044217339584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111314044217339584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111314044217339584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111314044217339584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello-shantal-if-youre-reading-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111301205789812679</id><published>2005-04-09T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T21:15:47.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/11.55am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; Marissa&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i love/miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's so boring. Im deciding on whether to go tan in a while or not. See, im extremely fair and i like it yet dont like it. I like it cause i wont have to put blusher then again i dont like it cause im too fair and i resemble a ghost! Contradicting, i know. But what if i go tanning then i become too black then not nice, how to face the world like that? SO HOW SO HOW.&lt;br /&gt;My phone's very quiet again. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for Monday's sports thingy to be over. Town after that. :D With clique. Maybe watching the eye 10, samara, creep. i don't know! i wanna watch &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v495/bimboprincess/theweddingdate.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the wedding date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(click to view!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. i forgot the title. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh Rachel said the stupidest thing yesterday, she said 'WHEN I PEE I SINK!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was like errrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so irrelevant i know, where's Elle's chum? I need entertainment. My first Saturday of the year spent at home. &lt;em&gt;Joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT/12.02pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Clementi stadium on Monday, imagine the heat. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again for the sake of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elle&lt;/span&gt; and all im going, i miss you Elle! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was, ugh. Krystal and Adora had a major bitch fight outside the toilet and i didnt want to get involved so Fer and I walked off like supa dupa fast. Then we had freaking dance and i hated it and i felt kinda guilty cause Fer kept falling down cause she stepped on my toes thats cause i didnt move. So yeah then, i can't remember what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we went down town after school, as in Rachel, Karen and myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ate chicken rice at fareast and Rachel had chicken rice AGAIN for dinner after she left, with her family. And she calls me a piglet. Anyway they came over to my place after that and we sat in the pool and just talked, a lot. We sat there from like 5.30 all the way to 6.30 and just talked and talked and talked about our lives. Its kinda funny how now i find my life perfect and Rachel's isnt. HAHA, she just kept whining about her love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk i actually feel kinda sad for her. Oh well oh well. :D Cheer up Rachel, you can come to my place again and we'll make you prettier (&lt;strong&gt;PRETTIER&lt;/strong&gt; NOT PRETTY) again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, im not going out today, date anyone? Im bored. Im going out tomorrow, with Adora and Mabel (AND MAYBE ELLE!!!) I think. Hahah, okay nuts. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Elle&lt;/span&gt; just came online. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the song Balla Baby is nice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111301205789812679?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111301205789812679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111301205789812679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111301205789812679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111301205789812679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/edit11.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111286544334771074</id><published>2005-04-07T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T02:17:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;070405.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, im a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;shits i almost typed jappy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, haha. my phone's vibrating. okay, i dont know why i said that.&lt;br /&gt;so, how's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Colourblind by Darius(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and Karen, tomorrow you two are dead beyond dead.&lt;br /&gt;Still, im a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Elle! Or in other words, ellehcim. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nobody told me it feels so good, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nobody said you would be so beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Nobody warned me about your smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You're the light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You're the light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When i close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Im colourblind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111286544334771074?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111286544334771074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111286544334771074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111286544334771074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111286544334771074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-happy-kid-today.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111269618146384262</id><published>2005-04-05T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:16:21.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My boo's playing on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with you, Steph?&lt;br /&gt;Now who will i run to is playing.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, according to Brain Thursday's gonna be a good day. Tsk, how can it be a good day with double period of History at the end of the day with PE AND Chinese! Whatsmore its THURSDAY. ): I dont like. Tsk, im beginning to sound very whiney.&lt;br /&gt;Shiakes, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;period period&lt;/span&gt; go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayyyyy, Rachel left my house not long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised i've nice songs in my computer. Hmmm, go listen to Bizzare Love Triangle by Frente and For all time by Soluna. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooh, say Steph's a happy kid now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111269618146384262?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111269618146384262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111269618146384262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111269618146384262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111269618146384262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-boos-playing-on-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111261214262328288</id><published>2005-04-04T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T07:15:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hear the very whiney song, Lonely, on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;Its irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayyyyy, movie marathon this Thursday at my place with &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;b&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;, i think.&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;, come to my place, not far east. Same goes for you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;perky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;boobies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Miss Mysterious (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're smiling at your computer right about.... Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, so retarded. Michelle im sad for your phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel said it rained today cause the pope was in heaven crying. Sorry i could'nt help but laugh cause the way she said it was wayyyyyy funny.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, i &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayyyy, im talking to you know, arent i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha, the wonders of your left palm. (i wanna see i wanna see!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye world. For now, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause it's you and me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And I don't know why, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111261214262328288?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111261214262328288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111261214262328288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111261214262328288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111261214262328288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hear-very-whiney-song-lonely-on.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111250128653533479</id><published>2005-04-03T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T07:45:49.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Say, i know you're smiling at your computer now.&lt;br /&gt;And, i know you're reading.&lt;br /&gt;haha, shut up steph she's really reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT/&lt;br /&gt;hello im back from dinner, really full.&lt;br /&gt;im happy cause we went kitchen shopping so now we've food.&lt;br /&gt;red jello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello you btw, yes you. the one reading, you're smiling at your com now i know.&lt;br /&gt;harhar, anyhoos. Michelle and me are happy English kids. :D&lt;br /&gt;My feet hurt for some reason. ):&lt;br /&gt;that was retarded, steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow, you don't know how elated i am. (are you? haha, shut up Steph she's reading!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, that was another inner voice moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you went back on you word, now now. to put password or not to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, goodbye rainbow lollipop world. Lalaland's up next.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder who i'll meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, i see you smiling at your computer. Im everywhere too! :D &lt;3"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111250128653533479?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111250128653533479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111250128653533479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111250128653533479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111250128653533479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/say-i-know-youre-smiling-at-your.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111245488870457119</id><published>2005-04-02T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T07:14:48.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>picture hamsters dancing.&lt;br /&gt;hello frankie.&lt;br /&gt;i know your reading. haha.&lt;br /&gt;wtf steph shut up she's really reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111245488870457119?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111245488870457119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111245488870457119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111245488870457119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111245488870457119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/picture-hamsters-dancing_02.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111245254551301174</id><published>2005-04-02T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T06:35:45.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miiiiiiiccccccccccchhhhhhheeeeeeeellllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeee where are you? i need to speak to you, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, crap. its sad to hear what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again if talking to you, hearing stuff i dont want to hear, is what is gonna keep you around, i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh michelle where are you? i need to speak to you, now. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111245254551301174?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111245254551301174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111245254551301174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111245254551301174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111245254551301174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/miiiiiiiccccccccccchhhhhhheeeeeeeellll.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111244352859404226</id><published>2005-04-02T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T04:08:28.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Movie marathon was okay, though we only watched 2 movies. Mean girls and 13 going on 30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On Wednesdays we wear &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Rachel left at 6.45 and started panicking cause according to her the moment the street lights go on its dark. So i had to spend the whole time from 6.45 to 7.08 enduring the pain of her poking/pinching/abusing me. And i still love her, see how nice i am. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today was boring/nice/funny/happy/happy/happy/happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mabel, stop it la im sure you dont understand this- hjksadjagkgsdjkakjasd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha, so mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha okay, that was retarded, anywayyyyy, i was forced to go meet rachel at 11 something then we went to some place in Singapore i've only been to once and then, i got bored but then i was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; then bored then shy (haha wtf steph shut up she's reading) then bored then happy then guilty then bored again.&lt;br /&gt;ya. haha, okay thennnnnnnnnnn yeah okay im bored like super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle michelle, when will your prediction you keep insisting will happen, happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha shut up steph she's readingggggggggggggggg.) okay, my inner voice and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right so, i need new socks. as in socks to go out with.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa people's birthdays are coming up soon. like holy shit. haha. I suddenly feel like going to harbourfront. HAHAH. okay retarded moment, over.&lt;br /&gt;right soooooo, ya i havent felt like this happy in a long time. i love my phone.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i cant stop smiling at it. haha, no i did not change phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so like ya Mabel is this update long enough to entertain you? btw, no this is not the sentence Mabel, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Though I try to hide it it's clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111244352859404226?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111244352859404226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111244352859404226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111244352859404226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111244352859404226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111236051328403326</id><published>2005-04-01T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T05:04:48.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah Rachel's gone so rejoice, no more interuptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm so yeah, school's been relativley fine, i think. oh wellie well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i like Tuesday, Wednesday, hated Thursday and yeah today was ayeokay. err yeah, so likeeeeee, yeah. Hahaha, im not so naughty anymore. i've been handing in my homework, especially Mrs Chu's.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SIMONE NAGEL SHI MIN(spelling?) I MISS YOU COME BACK TO SCHOOL PLEASE I HAVE TO TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED ON FRIDAY STUPID RACHEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so like. hmmmm, i heard Bel chopped off her hair.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle has to chop off her tail (we'll miss you tail!)&lt;br /&gt;(wtf Steph, shut up &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; prolly gonna read this.) &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;INNER VOICE INNER VOICEEEEEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Found out stuff on Thursday, during History class. haha, i wanted to roll on the floor laughing, after Felissa told me. It was so funny, i told Michelle and she was like 'I KNEW IT I KNEW IT!!!! SEE!!! I KNEW IT!!'&lt;br /&gt;haha, the stupidity of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i think orange looks nice against black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a little prediction, haha. Michelle has the same prediction too, how cool is that? haha, hmmm. i wonder if Michelle's other prediction'll come true. The first one already did. Wait Steph, don't expect too much. Life's not always good. (shut up, miss inner voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was retarded, rarrrr. i like mondays yet hate them. double period of science, ENGLISH(ugh) RECESS!:D home econs for 3 periods straight (double ugh) and then history(eeeyer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, enough, Miss Nagel's online(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111236051328403326?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111236051328403326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111236051328403326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111236051328403326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111236051328403326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/yeah-rachels-gone-so-rejoice-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111234942975939223</id><published>2005-04-01T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T01:57:09.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya hello world. (hello YOU btw)&lt;br /&gt;yeah rachel's at my house now.&lt;br /&gt;haha, and yaaaaaaaa she regrets not going for track. stupid girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i told you already.&lt;br /&gt;haha, rachel's making fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;and now she said, 'God Steph'&lt;br /&gt;no rachel, im not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, now she just called me a piglet.&lt;br /&gt;and she tsk-ed.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ya i told you already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i want to type more but no rachel just keeps imitating how i type and mocking me.&lt;br /&gt;haha. and she tried to backspace that sentence but i didnt allow her to.&lt;br /&gt;ya okay, i'll update when she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111234942975939223?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111234942975939223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111234942975939223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111234942975939223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111234942975939223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/04/ya-hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111217815492459928</id><published>2005-03-30T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T02:22:34.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap, its the same cycle repeating itself i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i so hope not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course steph, who wants it to be the same cycle? (INNER VOICE INNER VOICEEEEEEEE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how how how, Rachel wheeeerrrrrreeeeeeeee areeeee youuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;i need you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's terrible thursday.&lt;br /&gt;So i tell you on Friday? okay?&lt;br /&gt;crap Steph stop talking to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone where are you? You're like the missing peanut. wtf that sounded way wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's nice to smile when i get your phone call at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111217815492459928?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111217815492459928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111217815492459928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111217815492459928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111217815492459928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-want-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111190042198740570</id><published>2005-03-27T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:13:41.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Sunday, everything was supposed to be ayeokay by today.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not, what's the meaning of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma- im trying to live by it.&lt;br /&gt;Crap, help me someone. i feel like im being strangled by something which isnt even around.&lt;br /&gt;something's missing, i can sense it. But i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you, then again i dont. The 2 little voices inside of me are darn contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle said "a person who likes someone and doesnt flirt with that person is just stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Rachel wheeeeeeeereeeeeeeee areeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! come online now please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111190042198740570?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111190042198740570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111190042198740570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111190042198740570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111190042198740570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-sunday-everything-was-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111189471728082961</id><published>2005-03-27T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:41:14.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only you could read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied.&lt;br /&gt;So the question is, should i trust you again?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you are of that 'breed' i don't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should'nt even have gone for the party, now im thinking so much cause i stoned so much on that day and now im in big shit.&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions, i would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im giving up on you now.&lt;br /&gt;You're prescence not being with me makes me not miss you somehow and the one i see more is the one im beginning to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how now brown cow.&lt;br /&gt;Double trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll keep this little thing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's just me and my *hamster now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little *hamster has another meaning to me now.&lt;br /&gt;wtf steph, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if your reading, wait. You never come here anymore i guess since you stopped asking if i updated. Wait no, what if you are reading this. (Hello btw.) No wait, saying that you stopped asking me if i updated is just gonna make you think the one i like is you. Wtf, stop lying to yourself Steph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now all i can do is pray and hope history will not repeat itself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks a bunch, Rachel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111189471728082961?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111189471728082961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111189471728082961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111189471728082961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111189471728082961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-only-you-could-read-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111130490093365084</id><published>2005-03-19T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:48:21.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know I can't smile without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I can't smile without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I can't laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;And I can't sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm finding it hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;To do anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You see I feel sad when you're sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I feel glad when you're glad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you only knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What I'm going through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I just can't smile without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute! I love this song. Reminds me of camp. Hoho, school tomorrow! Im looking foward to it, just like a Primary one kid just starting school. : )&lt;br /&gt;So im online now talking to Felissa, she claims she's dying. See, everyone needs school. Dang, i haven't seen Krystal for a week! Amazing, it was as if she was overseas or something.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i gotta go now, entertainment time. Bye all! See you guys in school tml.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111130490093365084?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111130490093365084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111130490093365084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111130490093365084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111130490093365084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-know-i-cant-smile-without-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111120506410623840</id><published>2005-03-19T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:05:01.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before i met you, i never knew what it was like to look at someone and smile for no reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wtf, where's Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;im stuck at home today, mom wont let me out again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111120506410623840?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111120506410623840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111120506410623840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111120506410623840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111120506410623840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/03/before-i-met-you-i-never-knew-what-it.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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-11534326.post-111115345877608664</id><published>2005-03-18T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T05:44:18.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh, Miss Koh called my mom today so i got locked at home cause my mom would'nt let me out after finding out i havent been handing in my homework. Oh well. Maybe i was going to die on the way to Hannah's place or something if i went. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;=\&lt;/span&gt; and on top of that, my mom took away my phone. Tsk- parents.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i miss school. hohoho, Michelle will get my drift. I think. Hahaha, anyway, due to this Friday's party, we (Michelle and myself) have decided to NOT eat during recess. Im gonna bring carrots/apples and she's gonna bring sugar. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; And please Mabel if you see me eating carrots do not call me a hamster. Anyway, my predictions say that Mabel's in an okay mood today. Harhar. Okay hmmmm, i want school i want school i want school! ):&lt;br /&gt;Damn, anyway, i can't find any place to have a tagboard so no tagboard! :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, when i get a tagboard i guess i'll have a password-protected blog.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, hire me as your English tutor! :D I'll teach you how to spell MULTI. -looks at Mabel.&lt;br /&gt;hohoho, anyway, Michelle's damn good. (Ask her for details) Shits if only my life was like hers.&lt;br /&gt;Wait no, i must be thankful for what i have. (Harhar, what contradiction) Anyway, so now that i have my own blog, i can't help you update anymore Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Where's the peanut where's the peanut where's the peanut right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11534326-111115345877608664?l=dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/feeds/111115345877608664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11534326&amp;postID=111115345877608664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111115345877608664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11534326/posts/default/111115345877608664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancinghamsters-.blogspot.com/2005/03/ugh-miss-koh-called-my-mom-today-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stephanie`</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08446461663794975344</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>
