<?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-6385184</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:41:23.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[[*centerstage//dancing for myself]]</title><subtitle type='html'>[[*centerstage//dancing for myself]]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-111330509315514986</id><published>2005-04-12T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:24:53.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5134/320/ballet%20exam%20029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5134/200/ballet%20exam%20029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mich at fish and co after going to the salon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-111330509315514986?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/111330509315514986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/111330509315514986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111330509315514986' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-111329906082042651</id><published>2005-04-12T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:44:20.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5134/320/ballet%20exam%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/178/5134/200/ballet%20exam%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our exam stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-111329906082042651?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/111329906082042651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/111329906082042651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111329906082042651' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-110232846421402230</id><published>2004-12-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T18:21:04.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all. Ok, my ankles and knees are hurting from yesterday's dance class. Infact, they're nearly chaffed raw from all the twisting and locking, or, whatever it's called. Maybe i'm exagerating. Oh well, the good news is that we've started and cha cha and not rumba. &lt;strong&gt;thank goodness.&lt;/strong&gt; well actually because we refused to learn rumba so gladys didn't really have a choice. bought the idsf grand slam latin video! it's so cool. (: and all the pretty costumes. our routines are so amatuer like compared to theirs. &gt;.&lt;&gt;not counted!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet today was pretty okay. we danced in the fish tank. &lt;-- that's what we called it, because it's the smaller studio used for kinderland and there are these rectangular windows with seaweed and fishes painted on it, so yeah, we're the fishes. &gt;.&lt; we did our examination groupings for next year. i'm together with elicia and shell, while jas and nat are their own group. so, i turned out to be pink, elicia's white, and shell was blue. i was hoping to be white! it's the nicest color, but oh well. elicia doesn't want to stand infront and do the steps first, so..yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fixed certain stuff on my webpage! all the broken links are &lt;em&gt;(hopefully) &lt;/em&gt;gone. i'll be doing up most of the pages soon, and then..tadah! my website will finally be ready. next i can work on the shop and new layouts. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with my relatives later to eat chilli crab! i can't wait. (: at..the..uh. no signboard restaurant. &lt;em&gt;what a name. &lt;/em&gt;:\ k, so yeah. more updates when i come back or hopefully tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-110232846421402230?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/110232846421402230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/110232846421402230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110232846421402230' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108398797753149476</id><published>2004-05-08T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T11:50:45.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm changing my blog to diaryland. and i'm gonna lock it. so if you want the link + username + password come and get it from me. thinking of having personalised usernames and passwords which means that each person's username and password is different. if you want to have a special username/password tell me if not the username will be your name and the password will be something that i think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be updating in that blog more regularly. this blog will still be active but i'll be posting here less often. just for those who don't have the password to read more summarised and not so frequent entries. &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/6385184-108398797753149476?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108398797753149476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108398797753149476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108398797753149476' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108382197509177095</id><published>2004-05-06T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T16:22:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i just feel like crying out. i need to destress, seriously. like, what the heck. i'm only sec one. the next three years are gonna be so much harder and the workload just gets more and more and more and the teachers just pile your desk with worksheets and stuff. sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this funny dream yesterday..that. this sec two girl from sc was going to die in a month. freaky. shant say who. not really nice to know that you'll be dying in a month. ahahhahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called ying from the primary school yesterday. [for those of you in sc, shes my bestest friend from the primary school -well, she still is but shes in tkgs now. gah.] had a nice long chat with her. yayye. i miss her. ack. never mind. shes coming over to my house after mid-years. tkgs doesn't have mid-years. lucky things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't finish history paper. didn't see the last page. which was worth like, &lt;u&gt;10 marks?&lt;/u&gt;. i'm seriously screwed. the moment i stepped into the car yesterday i started crying. fjspwieowewir. whats wrong with me? dunno. i just felt as if all my hardwork [yah, right] had erm, kinda gone to waste? like after so much i studied about history, none came out at all. super wasted. mum said she doesn't want to see any failures this time. or else she's gonna cancel my sub-ele class on thursday. which i'm supposed to be at now. fack lorh. so much to study and so little time. at least i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happy with my hcl compo. suprisingly its not messed up. sc has this particular obsession with death. all our compos are about teens commiting suicide. dahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]. this section was added some time later. was reading some peoples blogs. its like, what the hell. they make it so obvious that they're aiming it at me lorh. fwack. really, i dont see whats &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; problem, what did i do to them. nothing at all. daah. never mind. i dont really like them also. ahahhaa. idiotic freaks. whatever. they can say all they like. i have my own friends. xD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108382197509177095?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108382197509177095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108382197509177095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108382197509177095' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108366458901865161</id><published>2004-05-04T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T18:01:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams starting tomorrow. -dies-. why cant it have started earlier, like the sec twos and threes? i prefer exams to start on mondays, dunno why. sheesh. i'm not going to survive english and history tomorrow. what if i blank out and cant remember a thing? what if i fall asleep halfway through the exam? what if i dont have time to check my paper. gahh. never mind, on the brighter side. i'll remember every single fact and answer all the questions correctly. i'll stay &lt;u&gt;damn&lt;/u&gt; awake during the whole exam paper. if only i can. ack. nothing i can do. i &lt;strong&gt;wont&lt;/strong&gt; survive. no, i will. i dont care. i must. really. i'll stay alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman's man no time to talk&lt;br /&gt;Music loud and women warm&lt;br /&gt;I've been kicked around since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all right. It's OK&lt;br /&gt;And you may look the other way&lt;br /&gt;We can try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times' effect on man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother&lt;br /&gt;You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'&lt;br /&gt;And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, I get low and I get high,&lt;br /&gt;And if I can't get either, I really try&lt;br /&gt;Got the wings of heaven on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all right. It's Ok&lt;br /&gt;I'll live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;We can try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The New York Times' effect on man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother&lt;br /&gt;You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'&lt;br /&gt;And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goin' nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody help me, yeah"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just hum this tune during the whole exam and i'll stay alive. wheee. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108366458901865161?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108366458901865161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108366458901865161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108366458901865161' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108340160473239867</id><published>2004-05-01T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T17:10:08.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at bea's house now. we havent really been doing anything except for fooling around. we're supposed to be doing our IPW. anyway, jo logged on to msn then this girl called renee added her to msn and she happened to be from the country that we were supposed to be doing. yayye. haha then erm, so shes kinda helping us with our project.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo went home early after eating lunch. cheapskate woman, only go to bea's house for lunch. lunch was nice. =). i realised bea eats real slow. ahahaha. after lunch we gobbled up the chicken wings cos bea complained that nobody was eating them then went up again. i finished all of her remaining sweets. -guilty-. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, yah..so after going up ruiling and huimin started working on the project &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; while me and bea used the other computer and started blog hopping and browsing through..random pictures. after awhile me and bea started getting bored and started immitating lots of people in our class, mainly those whom we have something against. shant say who. then that stoopid no fun ruiling [shes whining now] started scolding us so we ran over to her and fell onto our knees and started begging for her forgiveness. as soon as she forgived us we ran back to the other computer and started typing crap on microsoft word. hee. so ruiling shouted "oi!" at the top of her voice so we begged for forgiveness again but she sacked as her slaves. lame. finally we started working &lt;strong&gt;properly&lt;/strong&gt;. [yeah, right. we just wanted to please her and get the thing over and done with so that we could continue acting spastic] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when we started doing our self-evaluation crap ruiling started making all sorts of funny noises like she was a machine breaking down. yah, and she started whining "maaaahhmmyyyy" or something like that so we started laughing non-stop. anyway..we decided to go have a break so we went down to find something to eat and we saw bea's lizard like brother [for those who dont know, its her brother who looks like..erm. a lizard. ahaha.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that..we went to bea's room and started throwing and squishing her favourite apple cushion. it nearly got caught in the fan so we stopped quickly after that. heh. me and huimin started eating all the ice we had in our ribena juice. ruiling started staring at us like some outer space creatures. oh and, you know those type of fridges that can make ice by themselves? ruiling was SO fascinated by it. stupid cave woman. so naive. oh, not to forget, she doesnt know whats a blog. but she said "oh, tingzhi. your blogging?". shes also seemed to have picked up the word lame. things started getting really boring after that so ruiling and bea started copying seaside and wipeout. ruiling insists it looks like the william hung action thingy. after that me bea and huimin started carrying ruiling outta the room by her legs and hands cos we said that she wasnt worthy enough to stay in bea's room. we were planning to swing and hurl her out of the window but she too fat and heavy so i bones were practically broken already. the after product was that her hair turned out like a burnt broom. parts of it stuck out like it was chopped off by a butchers knife. erm anyway yah, that'd be the last of ruilings name appearing in this entry, cos shes banned me from typing her name. apparently she claims its copyrighted. anyway we were supposed to leave at 3:30 but bea found out that her tution was cancelled so she started acting crazy and hyper and started hugging all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant really remember what else happened, im sure theres more, but i cant remember now. gonna tame &lt;s&gt;ruiling&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;. [her names not supposed to appear here, remember?]. shes crying that she missed her mum. yar, so bye for now. taming &lt;em&gt;her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] this section was typed slightly after i wrote this entry. ruiling says that my entry looks too wordy and erm, i should write in point form. whatthehell. this is a blog lorh, not a powerpoint presentation. you know, ruiling. not everything you learn in computer studies and from mao can be applied during blogging. but nevermind, you were still very cute. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108340160473239867?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108340160473239867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108340160473239867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108340160473239867' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108323251444687531</id><published>2004-04-29T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T16:11:35.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from dance. so little people went lorh. ahaha. i feel guilty. i should have been studying. anyway. havent been updating for ages. cant really remember what happened this week. thats why i need to blog on the day itself. aahh. ok never mind. i'll &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; my best to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to orthodentist on tuesday. now its glow in the dark pink purple and blue. yayye. so nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, yesterday aletheias handphone rang in class [stoopid goon, doesnt she know how to set it to silent mode?]. ms soh confiscated it. gave it to mao. thn erm, carine sang this chinese song horridly outta tune i couldnt even tell what it was as punishment. and thn we set out trap again, the ohp falling thingy. so that the bottom part will drop. thn we went orhhhh everytime a teacher touched it and it dropped. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. mao started checking marks and erm..she left ten minutes early. yayye. so we started fooling around and yy bea and dunno who started planning this trap for ms soh. -evil-. yar..so we hid the dusters behind the class [you know those foldable desks for the computers? we hid it inside]. and inside the cupboards too. then we hid those markers with ink and left the inkless ones out. then you know that string to pull the ohp screen down? we chucked it up above the whiteboard so she couldnt reach it. aiyah then in the end ms soh got her revenge. sheesh. she made us wipe the whiteboard ourselves [purposely, i guess-she couldnt find the dusters]. then aries deb ruiling and aletheia started opening the cupboards looking for the dusters. then..she couldnt find any markers with ink lah but she happened to have brought her own [why?? why??]. spoiled the whole plan. and then she asked lis to pull the ohp screen down for her. gahh. fun spoiler. anyway, we did the same for maos lesson. only she didnt chose to use the ohp. and nfg gave the whole thing away. idiotic freak. haha those who know me well enough will know whos nfg. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school me and joey quickly changed to go for dance. felt hopelessly isoliated. only three sec ones went. ack. did seaside maksim and wipeout. yah then we almost completed seaside. yayye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108323251444687531?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108323251444687531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108323251444687531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108323251444687531' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108287857701523278</id><published>2004-04-25T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T18:32:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i missed watching maksim perform and chose to watch saturday night fever instead. heck. i dont have any regrets. yayye. saturday night fever rocks my socks!! really. im not kidding. you should go watch it. i bet its better than maksim. ahaha. really. i'm 100% sure you'll love it. read the blogs of those who went. they all said it was &lt;s&gt;super&lt;/s&gt; fantastic. oops. nobody says super anymore. i forgot. [quote from the show]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're stayin alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Feel the city breakin' and ev'rybody shakin'&lt;br /&gt;and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin' Alive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've oficially caught the fever. whee. go watch it and get sick too. get your tickets before its too late!! it's better than best im telling you. more than 85% of the audience stood up and started dancing and clapping along at the end. yayye. singapore audiences are so sporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've caught the fever, singapore!" Monty [Dale Pengelly], Saturday Night Fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shant really blog about every single scene cos this entry will be damn long but anyway to sum everything up it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;superb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres one scene that i remember really well. it was pretty sad actually. oh well. here goes: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tony: leave me alone will you! just give me a rest. &lt;br /&gt;annette: what did i do wrong? what? all i ever did was love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor annette. i dunno. sounded really sad to me. well after that she started singing if i cant have you. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can't have you &lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody, baby &lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you oh-ah-oh oh &lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you &lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody, baby &lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you oh-ah-oh oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really strong vocals. that woman. dont even know if shes human. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go watch it again. the dancers are so flexible. and strong. the foot work was fast and neat. makes me think about how uncoordinated i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should be dancing, yeah, dancing, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108287857701523278?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108287857701523278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108287857701523278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108287857701523278' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108253335350518736</id><published>2004-04-21T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T18:08:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss dancing in the nutcracker &lt;strong&gt;so so&lt;/strong&gt; much. i never really realised it but now i'm starting to. i miss the rehearsals that last until like ten or eleven at night. i miss my friend soldiers. i miss putting on make up. i miss the smell of the theatre. i miss watching the SDT dancer rehearsing. i miss getting to know knew people. i miss being on stage. gahh. and i remember that we got scolded for making to much noise. that we were asked to go play cards in the toilet. and that we were called the toilet soldiers. and that grace's skirt caught fire. that we could have countless free admissions. i miss all my friends. i havent kept in touch with any of them other than grace. [but like, its not really counted also cos shes in sc now. and i havent kept in contact with her until i saw her in sc this year]. i'm still living in the memories of the nutcracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant really remember what happened in school today. during pe we started cheering the first half of sy and gy cos we happened to have finished our netball game. dont think they heard us. stoopid things. so its like..yah. so wasted. heck. haha yup and ms phua got angry with the people who came for the poetry recitation thingy on monday. she was like..'they're &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; my friends. hmph!' cos like..she was supposed to teach this poem but they recited it to use already. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my new layout. ahahaha. nice right? probably will be keeping it for quite some time. yayye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. i just found some pictures of saturday night fever. wheee. go &lt;a href="http://www.saturdaynightfever.com.sg/PhotoGallery.asp?Country=singapore"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; omg, i found out theres videos too. yayness. im on cloud nine. -smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't regret the rain. Or the nights I felt the pain. Or the tears I had to cry. Some of those times along the way. Every road I had to take, every time my heart would break, it was just something that I had to get through, to get me to you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108253335350518736?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108253335350518736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108253335350518736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108253335350518736' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108244918452180864</id><published>2004-04-20T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T21:32:47.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2.4 yesterday. thanks god it's only once a year. i got last in my group. 18:31. gah. wonder which idiot invented this running thingy. to embarass myself infront of all my classmates showing them that &lt;strong&gt;they&lt;/strong&gt; can do what &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; cant. i hate hate hate running. hateeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. i'm going for saturday night fever this saturday. night show. sititng right in front of joey, who's sitting in row d. whee. i've been begging my mum ever since the advertisments came out. ms deans said she's asking someone from saturday night fever to come and teach us. dont know if its still on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yy's being really nice and making me a new layout. this ones getting dead boring. boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108244918452180864?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108244918452180864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108244918452180864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108244918452180864' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108226575436226576</id><published>2004-04-18T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T14:57:21.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>auditions over. they only chose the twig like people, it's like, what the heck? so biased. anyway i've tried my best and i'm happy with what i did so yup. not many people from sc got through only. cheng gong and min li didn't even get in. suckness. for my group onli sara maria and yue yun got in. before the auditions i was erm, so so so nervous but everything went pretty alright i made two mistakes. sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yue yun missed her audition time, and she &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; got in. all that fwackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes you feel that your best friends arent those whom you thought to be? thats how i'm feeling now. somehow i feel that my dance friends who went for the sleeping beauty audition are the people who i can relate to most now. maybe not all of them feel like this, but at least i know that some of them feel the same way that i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine all that fun that we could miss by not getting in; the long and demanding [yet fun] rehearsals, meeting the dancers, the thrill of dancing onstage [in &lt;strong&gt;the esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;], the hard work, bringing delight to those who watched it, and so much more. it was going to be&lt;strong&gt; tons &lt;/strong&gt;better than dancing in the nutcracker as a soldier. now it's officially over. just a far away dream waiting to be realised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108226575436226576?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108226575436226576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108226575436226576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108226575436226576' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108210400684985390</id><published>2004-04-16T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T13:15:54.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't updated since wednesday. don't have the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napfa. i got five As!! =). i seriously surprised myself. whee haha anyway it's &lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt;. 2.4 on monday. screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my err..hand muscles? arm muscles are still aching. gah. they better not hurt tomorrow. which reminds me. tomorrow. the day. sleeping beauty audition. i'm getting really really really nervous i what if... i freak out halfway and screw up the while thing. or if... my arm muscled whatever its called still hurts. . or if... i lose my balance and fall klutzily. ahhhh. i'm psyching myself. on a happier note, i wont' screw up. i will grin [like an idiot]. i will have a..sparkle in my eyes?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind. i'm brave. [right.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to chose people for some project thingy. everyone has a group. i haven't found a group. argh. cos like theres reshma and en li and nicole left and charlene and samantha. i don't want en li and reshma and nicole. &lt;strong&gt;especially&lt;/strong&gt; nicole. bleugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108210400684985390?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108210400684985390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108210400684985390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108210400684985390' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108177620123245898</id><published>2004-04-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T21:29:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border:3px outset; margin:10px; border-color:#eeffee; background:#eeffee;" cellpadding=4&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 style="background:#bbeebb; padding:5px; border:1px inset; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease"&gt;Doctor Unheimlich&lt;/A&gt; has diagnosed me with&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tingzhi's Disease&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cause&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;self-abuse&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;jaw dislocation, rotten teeth, frequent forgetfulness&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=right&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cure&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;drink lots of water&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 style="background:#bbeebb; padding:5px; border:1px inset; text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/disease" method="get" style="margin:0px;"&gt;Enter your name, for your own diagnosis:&lt;input type=text name=p size=9 style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Go" style="background:#bbeebb; font-size:xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha ok that's lame. i AM forgetful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108177620123245898?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108177620123245898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108177620123245898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108177620123245898' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108176121084489816</id><published>2004-04-12T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:22:14.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was hellish. in a daze the whole day. didn't really know what was going on. i even broke down once and the other time i was on the verge of crying. i don't know whats wrong with me. i don't want it to stay like that. to jane, thanks &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; for tolerating with me today. i know i was acting crappy and rude to you especially during english i'm really really sorry. sorry if i scared you when we were fracturing our fairytale. i just couldn't help it. frustration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum finally let me get the paid tagboard [you know, the tag board enhanced thing?] so now i can check IP adds. the tagboard doesn't look very different from the standard one except that all the old posts are gone [sigh] but anyway its tagboard enhanced!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't bring back my sewing kit also. and i still have that freaking satin stitch and the fly stitch thingy. gargh. i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood to update. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108176121084489816?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108176121084489816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108176121084489816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108176121084489816' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108158465570943034</id><published>2004-04-10T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T16:14:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dance this morning was pretty ok xu jies class wasn't as bad as i expected except i wasn't really in the mood to stretch. then we watched the primary school girls rehearse their syf item and halfway through ms deans asked us to go eat at the canteen so we went and i went to class to take my stuff for my parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway to jane i &lt;strong&gt;can read&lt;/strong&gt; i know we need to do it your not online now so i'll discuss [sp?] it with you when your online or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, yy? go fix your blog. i can't get to the comments page. i can't comment!! sickening you know. get it fixed asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My life is a living nightmare &lt;br /&gt;The dream will not to end&lt;br /&gt;I cry over my broken heart &lt;br /&gt;It does not want to mend&lt;br /&gt;I am like a child in a day care &lt;br /&gt;Always on the obstacle course&lt;br /&gt;I go around and around &lt;br /&gt;Until I finally get hurt&lt;br /&gt;It always seems the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I never tend to learn &lt;br /&gt;That when you fall slightly&lt;br /&gt;You fall until you burn&lt;br /&gt;So tonight it will all be over &lt;br /&gt;I plan to do it then&lt;br /&gt;I will not be here any longer &lt;br /&gt;The pain and fear will end&lt;br /&gt;I start to and it hurts &lt;br /&gt;It makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;But in doing so &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am going to fly&lt;br /&gt;Fly away to another place&lt;br /&gt;Slit my wrists &lt;br /&gt;To a place where I feel safe&lt;br /&gt;Mum and dad see me there &lt;br /&gt;As I watch from above&lt;br /&gt;They read the letter that I wrote &lt;br /&gt;Here it is, at the end it says with love,&lt;br /&gt;I was here for just one reason &lt;br /&gt;That reason was to be &lt;br /&gt;The one that is here to get hurt &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it was me&lt;br /&gt;Love is something special&lt;br /&gt;Please do not make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I was here for just one reason&lt;br /&gt;And that reason has taken its place,&lt;br /&gt;As mum and dad start to cry &lt;br /&gt;They say they never knew&lt;br /&gt;They yell out &lt;br /&gt;If you had of told us we would have helped you&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I realised &lt;br /&gt;I died for love, a stupid thing&lt;br /&gt;I could've been helped &lt;br /&gt;I had so many hopes and dreams."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108158465570943034?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108158465570943034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108158465570943034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108158465570943034' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108151206525915538</id><published>2004-04-09T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T20:06:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't really have time to update yesterday anyway in the morning yesterday someone said that mr teh was mohpeng head then me and bea were like what's mohpeng? haha anyway we found our from jo so we started using it in practically every of our sentences which turned out to be really lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan't really write about dance- go and read joeys blog. she wrote the stuff that i was planning to write. learnt more of that dance. maksin or maksim or something like that. dunno how to spell. haha. major class was fun but like all of the older girls were SO unfriendly? oh fack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway then after dinner me and my mom went swimming in the dark it was so so fun but pretty freaky also i kept on scaring myself by saying stuff like that dark shadow down there must be a shark. haha then we swam for at least two hours when i went up it was already 11.00pm thats probably the latest i've stayed up so far this year. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was fun too. went to sonata to get tights. my current ones are in horrible condition [you cant even wear them anymore]. the whole crotch from the start to the end practically ripped apart and theres this big tear from my knee to somewhere just above my ankle and the other pair is &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt; in color and i can roll it up like transition tights even though it isn't and theres this 2 inch wide hole somewhere above my knee. [it shows that i work hard, you know]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought &lt;strong&gt;loads&lt;/strong&gt; of stuff for myself. i think my mom spent at least $250 on the stuff she bought for me today -feels guilty-. blegh. bought three dance mags. =) and then this swimsuit and stuff and then i got this water bottle for free [yayness! my new ones is dented in every place and scratched till you can hardly see the word 'dance'].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hoping to go and swim today again but the pools being used for some party and i've got dance tomorrow. ack. xu jie will be back again to stretch us to our death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108151206525915538?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108151206525915538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108151206525915538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151206525915538' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108133232784456520</id><published>2004-04-07T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T18:12:09.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ms soh was so so so fwacked up today. what the heck was wrong with her?? i have to admit she was kinda freaky but she was still so ridiculous. flidsufoisduofdsufisd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she made all &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; groups &lt;strong&gt;except &lt;/strong&gt;bea's group to write out &lt;em&gt;25&lt;/em&gt; sentences that were not in the shou ce and she said we better make sure that none of ours were the same. hate her. hate hate hate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she got really pissed with yy joanne &amp; sam for not bringing their worksheets. ended up asking them to stand outside and squat and pull their ears. wretched [sp?] woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to find a new layout. everything now a days seem so boring. fack. nat can't go to majors tomorrow 'cos of dance club. sheesh. anyway jas will be there. i hope. never mind. i'll go by myself. i'm brave. right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway erm bea says thanks to steffi for waving. she's happy. ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nat:haha evrytime I see tat smiling face..I imagine you and ur braces..hahahaha..yeppie doodle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what nat just said to me on msn. gargh. so lame. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108133232784456520?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108133232784456520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108133232784456520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108133232784456520' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108115368738718461</id><published>2004-04-05T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T14:32:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cut my hair. and everybody was saying that i look nicer with a short ponytail. :). char says i look taller. haha. i got a blister from wearing my pointe shoes. i didn't wrap my toes in tape. they were squashed inside my pointes and the rough surface kept on rubbing agaisnt my skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to aletheia [again], stop lying and accusing me ok. it's pretty obvious. gurgh. deepshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say. yy's kinda asking me to update. i forgot what i wanted to blog about. oh yah, um. started the angel-mortal game today. since we're gonna restart it tomorrow might as well say who my mortal was..almas. and i'm her mortal. lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember what happened today either. this wierd guy called andrew mathews came and gave a talk to us about staying happy or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study for hist. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108115368738718461?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108115368738718461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108115368738718461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115368738718461' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108106467157677105</id><published>2004-04-04T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T15:48:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's concert was really nice. anyway, to aletheia. you can say whatever you want. tsk tsk. i don't really care anyway, freaak. diss me all you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway thanks bea. sucking bacterias sister and girlfriend went too. did you see them? ok. lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw amanda-mae yuen ying yuen yi judith jolyn mrs chan ms deans and err..i can't remember haha. saw jamal and fu liang also. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think its was even nicer than, erm..cinderella. won't mind watching it again. like all the dancers were really flexible and good. and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first item was..&lt;em&gt;prelude&lt;/em&gt;. i think? can't really remember. my brian has evaporated. the music was..very nice. the dance was nice too. &lt;em&gt;gemini &lt;/em&gt;wasn't that nice. it's was, er, &lt;strong&gt;obscene.&lt;/strong&gt; shan't elaborate. &lt;em&gt;santorini&lt;/em&gt; was very lively. =).  then i cant remember what was &lt;em&gt;still feeling you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;verge of death&lt;/em&gt; was spooky. haha but nice at the same time. then like the three dancers were just hanging their bodies there like they were dead. and then i think &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; was..this dance with the beggar walking round and round? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-interval-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bird of paradise&lt;/em&gt; was this pointe item. but their tops were like those jazz dance kind together with tutus. so cute. haha. &lt;em&gt;two of a kind&lt;/em&gt; was funny..and the audience kept on laughing. i cant really remember the rest. i think &lt;em&gt;two of a kind&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt; was one of the scary items. haha yup. then &lt;em&gt;in the state of mind &amp; soul&lt;/em&gt; was pretty nice. the dance wasn't exactly nice but the song was really nice. [you know its the music played by the piano, that we use for stretching during xu jies class in sc?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the rest were solos by dan &amp; xu jie. then finale. overall it was really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for grd 6 class today. ms pam was really nice. :). nothing much already. chatting with nat. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108106467157677105?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108106467157677105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108106467157677105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108106467157677105' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108096896621186428</id><published>2004-04-03T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:14:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Had you been there tonight&lt;br /&gt;You might know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;to be struck to the bone&lt;br /&gt;in a moment of breathless delight!&lt;br /&gt;Had you been there tonight &lt;br /&gt;you might also have known&lt;br /&gt;How the world might be changed&lt;br /&gt;in just one burst of light&lt;br /&gt;And what was right seems wrong,&lt;br /&gt;and what was wrong seems right!&lt;br /&gt;Red- I feel my soul on Bret&lt;br /&gt;Black- my world if he's not there!&lt;br /&gt;Red- the colour of desire!&lt;br /&gt;Black the colour of despair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables, The ABC cafe- red and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm kinda addicted to that song now :) anyway just came back from dance. did that jazz dance thing and we learnt this new dance that the primary school girls did. then after dance went to class with joey to get something but the doors were locked so we walked back by the long way cos i wanted to see if the chameleon [sp?] that me and bea saw the other day during recess could be spotted again. and i &lt;strong&gt;actually saw the same chameleon &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going for xu jie's concert. now i have one extra ticket cos lis can't go. who wants to go?? haha i don't want to go by myself, and my mum can't go cos i bought two student tickets. die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway having tution soon so maybe i'll update later. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108096896621186428?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108096896621186428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108096896621186428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108096896621186428' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108087565920695465</id><published>2004-04-02T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T11:31:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't updated for some time. yesterday i wrote this reaalllly long entry but my computer just shut down. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really what happened yesterday. i'm beginning to have short term memory..so erm, i'll just try to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like, 5:15am i think? to meet bea at the MRT station. then took from tanah merah to toa payoh. saw so many sc girls after we came out from the MRT. then we didn't know which way to go but luckily we saw these two girls from 3gy &amp; 3dg so we followed them. but shortly after we saw this group of girls from 2co &amp; 2gr going the other direction so we didn't know which way to go so we followed them instead. they ended up going into this mini-mart. pfft. in the end we saw this sc girl who was a prefect so bea was like "prefect mah, must be correct." so we followed her in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we reach toa payoh stadium. i started handing out the class ribbons. haha. then just sat there and cheered practically the whole time. fack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sports day i had dance..still learning that new dance. then we did pointe. lis's blister broke i think? and she had no more plasters at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's xu jie concert. right. and the OM thingy. &lt;strong&gt;good luck to everyone inside it!!&lt;/strong&gt; i don't even know anyone inside it. except for the nice prefect. [larissa i think?] who let me escape from a warning the first time i was late for school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you learn that love, true love, Always has joys and sorrow, Seems ever present, Yet is never quite the same, Becoming more than love and less than love, So difficult to define. And you learn that through it all, You really can endure, That you really are strong, That you do have value."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108087565920695465?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108087565920695465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108087565920695465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087565920695465' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108079678998486425</id><published>2004-04-01T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T13:27:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the rain falls from the sky, &lt;br /&gt;So have I fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;As the thunder longs to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;So I long to be loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;As the lightening bolts across the sky, &lt;br /&gt;So my heart bolts for you.&lt;br /&gt;As the sun shines beautifully and brightly, &lt;br /&gt;So does my smile because of you.&lt;br /&gt;For without rain, there is no growth.&lt;br /&gt;Without thunder, there is no sound.&lt;br /&gt;Without lightening, there is no brightness.&lt;br /&gt;Without sun, there is no warmth.&lt;br /&gt;And without you, there is no love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108079678998486425?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108079678998486425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108079678998486425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108079678998486425' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108063663543026444</id><published>2004-03-30T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T16:54:10.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my neighbour just gave me this card about friendship thingy. made me think about the fight with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; i posted on my blog sometime back. i feel so guilty. erm, i know it's been quite some time since it happened but i'll most probably feel better if i say it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;..shouldn't have fought over such a small thing. i feel really really guilty now. sheesh. dunno what to say already. speechless. pfft. just about that. ok that was lame but ah whatever. i said it. blegh. stoopid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from school. eating the lollipop that yu yun got for being emcee during chinese quiz. lame. thanks joey for complimenting on my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. my brian has officially evaporated. i can't think. can't remember what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought my pointe shoes to school today. then me and lis and janice were comparing our shoes during recess. and lis took of her school shoes and socks and put on my capezios and started walking around on pointe in the classroom and i was like 'hey those are &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; shoes!!' stoopid girl. but anyway they were too tight for lis. can see the flesh bulging out. heh. i'm so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have short term memory. can't remember what i wanted to blog. will blog later if i remember..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108063081516297093?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108063081516297093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108063081516297093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108063081516297093' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108055982977397642</id><published>2004-03-29T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T19:34:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brians kinda refreshed so just came online to blog about random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished tution not long ago. the stoopid air-con kept on blowing into my eye and my contact lense dried up. blah. so uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find my class tee. sheesh. how am i supposed to wear it on thursday?!?!. die. i'm starting to feel so guilty about desiging the horrible desgin. and the class actually voted for it. now everyone from gy has to wear this t-shirt with some crappy design for one whole year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid girl didn't wave to me today. then me and bea purposely walked past her countless times. she's so blind. shan't say who she is. see if she waves to us tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatting with lis about why her pointe shoes' creaking. don't have time to blog. blegh. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108055982977397642?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108055982977397642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108055982977397642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108055982977397642' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108054509936899665</id><published>2004-03-29T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T15:28:33.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from school. nobody's online yet. sheesh. so boring. i kinda forgot what i wanted to blog about..so yeah i'll just invent crap as i type along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lis is so blessed. yesterday she went to get her pointe shoes. and the serenade broke when she pointed. she ended up getting suprima strong. and the guy asked her to train without toe pads. lucky thing. such stong feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to make my own layout. can't find any nice ones. i need to get a nicer one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuitions starting soon so better go prepare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108054509936899665?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108054509936899665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108054509936899665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108054509936899665' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108046912591656643</id><published>2004-03-28T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T18:22:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/count_hugs.cgi?hug=tingzhi" height="40" width="240" title="HUGS"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HUGS* TOTAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/hugs.cgi?&amp;HUGS=yes&amp;hug=tingzhi"&gt;give tingzhi more *HUGS*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/gethugs.cgi"&gt;Get hugs of your own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108046912591656643?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108046912591656643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108046912591656643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108046912591656643' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108045987232615579</id><published>2004-03-28T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T15:48:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a short entry for now. chatting with jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for dance five times a week. [cheers madly]. grade six class on wednesday. dance at sc followed my major classes at my school. then dance for five hours at sc on sat. [more cheers]. then grade six class on sunday. can't be any happier. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolyn's birthday is tomorrow. i think. making this lame looking thingy for her. blegh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't be bothered to update now. too busy asking jasmine for details about classes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108045987232615579?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108045987232615579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108045987232615579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045987232615579' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108037005417509457</id><published>2004-03-27T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T14:51:05.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't update yesterday. didn't have time. changed my layout. whee it's so nice. haha. havana nights. dirty dancing. =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was better today. we didn't sit around and laze about. ms deans actually made us dance. did funk odyssey [sp?], the gypsy dance thingy, jumpin' east of java, then two of those jazz dance stuff, ukranian national dance. whn we were doing the funk charlottle saw li en standing outside the dance studio so she burst into fits of laughter and started rolling on the floor. looked like she had fits. stoopid girl. and yue yun kept on giggling during the ukranian national because she had no one's hand to hold. pfft. xu jie pushed my head to touch my knees. and my stomach to touch my legs. i nearly died. and then he pushed my butt down during froggie. youch. after dance went to squash court. rui ling gave me a piece of her birthday cake. so sweet of her. haha. then i went back to the dance studio. and started talking to estelle. with the cake in my hand. so dumb. and then jia ying and dawn walked out. and i was like oh shit how to hide the cake. ahaha that was lame. but it looked so retarted to carry a piece of cake around. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like going for dance tomorrow. i want to sleep. and study for zi du. can't afford to fail anymore. blegh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108037005417509457?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108037005417509457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108037005417509457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108037005417509457' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108020396003221743</id><published>2004-03-25T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T16:42:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't even want to talk about it. there is NO way i am going to pass. yes, i did try my best. but next to jasmine? i stand absolutely 0% chance in passing. she's not my patner. but she's in my group. and she danced exeptionally [sp?] well today. fwack. and the stoopid room was so cold. my muscles got all frozen up. my kicks were so low. my arch didn't look good. my pirouette was even worse- and ms brown made us do it two times. jasmine managed to do perfect pirouettes both left and right. while i landed with a loud boom at the end of each turn. and when i was doing my study she just smiled and smiled and smiled. so embarassing. then i didn't dare to smile. sheesh. she just scribbled comments away on the piece of paper she had. oh please god let me get a distinction. at least just let me pass. blegh. i don't want to get back my results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets not let that bother me. nothing i can do. just hope for the best. erm, special thanks to joey, char, en li, nicole, jane, beatrice, ying min, hui min, rui ling, joanne, elizabeth, janice, yue yun, solana, carmen, simone, cheryl, michelle, tasha, tasha's dad, marie, val, aunty esther, priscilla and all the others who wished my good luck for my ballet exam. thanks alot. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108020396003221743?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108020396003221743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108020396003221743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108020396003221743' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-108011040943851418</id><published>2004-03-24T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T14:43:36.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she is such a freaking bitch. how can people stand her? and her sickening squeaky voice. she thinks that everyone needs to obey her. then the bitch went for dance audition also. and she didn't get in. [duh]. she can't dance at all. i have seen her dance. and my eyes felt like bleeding later on. then for cme project she told me the wrong occupation. now i have to redo it all over again. and that bitch just happens to go to the same dance school as me. thank goodness we're not in the same class. gah. shan't let her piss me off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ballet exam is tomorrow. die. but no matter what i must get higher marks than that bitch. she's doing the same classical study as me. must get higher than her. i don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing to blog about. making class blog layout. i'm hopeless. brace yourselves people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-108011040943851418?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108011040943851418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/108011040943851418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108011040943851418' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107985647104268151</id><published>2004-03-21T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T16:12:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee. haha ok yesterday was sooo fun. in the morning i had dance. [that wasn't exactly the fun bit]. anyway after dance i went for cinderella. the stoopid person selling the programmes was late. so i had to go all the way out during the interval to buy the prog. and i saw beatrice. and xu jie. kellie's so good. everyone in cinderella was so good. the dragonflies and crickets were so cute. sharona was cute. sarah was good. samantha was cute. but the red shoes was still nicer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cinderella i went to suntec to meet sam char jas and shell for the night show of cinderella [again]. then when i reached it was 5.30 and we arranged to meet @ 5.00 so i thought i was the only one who was late and then i called char and she said she was still at home. and sam just left the house. and jas and shell were on the MRT. blegh. so i went to eat. and while eating shell &amp; jas came. &amp; then char and sam came. and i ended up being the late one. 'cos they met at tower records first. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up eating at mac donalds. i kept on pinching food from the rest. heh. and ended up not buying anything. i took shell's leftovers. then when it was 7.00 we said we'd better get going so we tried to find the exit to citylink but we couldn't find it and we ended up walking in circles and then i said that maybe the exit was one level above so we went up and walked round and round and then we realised it was the second level. in the end we got lost and it was 7.15 and we arranged to meet lis at 7.30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end we managed our way out then after we crossed the flyover [or whatever it's called] we forgot how to go to citylink. there was this HUGE sign saying citylink but we kept on insisting we didn't remember that place. sheesh. so sam asked this guy and he gave us the directions and we made it to esplanade in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the theatre then i found out that in the process of running my mum's handphone cover dropped out. bah. bought the sdt tee. so niiice. haha. the night show was so much nicer. jo hsi and audrey fell down while pushing the sofa backstage. oh well. then when toru came out in act three as the servant we passed lis the binoculars. and she just stared and stared and stared. and practically refused to give the binoculars back to me. and later on when jacek took of his top we passed sam the binoculars. and she and char kept on giggling like mad. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, lis? audrey sent me a picture of toru. ask from me if you want it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107985647104268151?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107985647104268151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107985647104268151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107985647104268151' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107966021856689608</id><published>2004-03-19T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T09:40:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a quick entry for now..'cos i'm having &lt;em&gt;chinese&lt;/em&gt; tution in half an hour. sheesh. um, anybody called me just now? my dad said the person refused to leave his/her name. what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey and clique performed opening night yesterday!! so lucky. ok. wonder how it went. audrey u had better call me. i lost your home number. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want school to reopen. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want to run some stupid 10 rounds run. &lt;br /&gt;i don't want to fail my ballet exam. &lt;br /&gt;i don't was to fail my chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY MUM JUST CAME IN AND SAID MY TUTIONS POSTPONED TO 2 o'CLOCK!! whee!!=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107966021856689608?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107966021856689608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107966021856689608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966021856689608' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107959196657601936</id><published>2004-03-18T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T14:43:28.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been updating for some days. changed my layout. not that i like her alot, but who cares i like the design. fwack [learnt from jo]. tagboard on the way. so be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from dance. oh hell gawd, i nearly died. she made us do glissades, changements, echappes, 1st allegro, 2nd allegro, 3rd allegro, grande allegro followed by our studies. all in one shot. sheesh. all of us looked so pale. we're &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to survive our exam [which is, in 6 days time]. sigh. and then @ the start she was so pissed with us because when she walked in steph joanne and prissy were playing the piano and jas tasha and shell were just dancing and like talking @ the same time &amp; i was trying to get the stoopid radio to work so that we could practice our syllabus work along with the music then she shouted at us and asked us why weren't we practicing. and then she said she didn't want to see a single mistake or all of us would just have to go home or sth liddat. hmph. some kind of teacher she is. pray that the class on sunday will be better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't finished holiday homework. and i'm still here blogging. *panicks*. yet i don't feel like studying. my mum lectured me yesterday for slacking. suckness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, one last thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL THE BEST FOR YOUR BALLET EXAM JO!!!!&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/6385184-107959196657601936?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107959196657601936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107959196657601936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107959196657601936' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107941436780496192</id><published>2004-03-16T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T13:22:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh. just got my braces. upper jaw only. they suck so much. &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; ugly. erk. i mean it's not like the normal type..the stoopid rubber band only covers half of the stud. for some funny reason like my stud is diff. from other people. then my wire is like so hellishly flimsy. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..uh, jolyn? CME project what time? what place? you haven't called me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to audition for sleeping beauty..ahaha. but like i said i most probably won't get in. well i was in the nutcracker but most probably it was by sheer luck because they COULDN'T have chosen me based on my dancing. so i'll just audition and then i won't get in and i'll just crawl away and die..while all the strong ones from sc &amp; other places will get in..sigh. life's just so unfair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107941436780496192?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107941436780496192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107941436780496192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941436780496192' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107934166286140511</id><published>2004-03-15T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:11:49.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee..my mum's letting me re-decorate my entire room. which means i can knock down the permanent table plus cupboard. more than happy. but now i can't think of how to design. ideas, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway joey..found &lt;a href="http://www.dpdesigns.cjb.net/"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt; for you. [layouts-layouts featuring dance-unattainable perfection layout]. well you don't have to chose that one but i thought it was the nicest among all the dance ones..personally i liked it alot but i'm using blogspot so it doesn't work..sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh audrey's in cinderella no fair. haha. she's dancing on opening night and closing night..whee gonna watch her on closing night. =). her whole clique also got in. aiyah they all very small lah. [well not offence. hehh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't be blogging that often during school hols. i'm dead busy. so yep. bear with the deadness of my blog for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107934166286140511?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107934166286140511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107934166286140511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107934166286140511' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107926254583915813</id><published>2004-03-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T19:12:19.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't get chosen for new zealand..sad. oh well..there's always next year right? sob. anyway shan't elaborate about that. i'm not that disppointed 'cos i didn't really have high hopes about getting it in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for dance yesterday. the whole place was SO deserted 'cos the sec twos had OM then lis didn't come 'cos she had piano exam. after dance tasha, val and michelle came over to dance [play more like it]..then they stayed until really late. val was supposed to go for church but it was raining so heavily then she had no idea how to go to marine parade so she stayed on. then after we came up from the squash court everyone was stuck @ my house as michelle's mum was working until 10+ then val didn't know how to go home and tasha's dad didn't answer the phone so we were like how how how?? in the end they stayed for dinner then tasha's was like, erm..the wind's blowing and its pretty dark so i'll just keep by your side. haha then we went to my room and started talking and fooling around. yup. and then val just said that she'd take a taxi home and all of us shouted NO at the same time. so we started inventing all sort of things that might happen [some more it was really dark and stuff like that]. then val was like no lah god wouldn't want her to die and stuff like that. next we started talking about sutff like angels entering the house and we got so freaked out..blegh. so i asked michelle if she could sleep over so when she asked her mum her mum asked why so she said: 'cos tingzhi's scared of god and angels. freak! made me sound so stoopid..haha then in the end val went home by taxi and we were really worried for her 'cos she just called her dad and her dad screamed at her for not going to church. well she didn't come for ballet today..hope all's well. ok this entry is so long. without paragraphing. heh. anyway made up with &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;already. =).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107926254583915813?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107926254583915813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107926254583915813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107926254583915813' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107908601668078878</id><published>2004-03-12T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T18:11:14.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh sheesh. i am no longer speaking to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. [except for during heats, i was forced to, NOT self volunteerey] just because of the freaking lit. project. shan't elaborate on how it happened. i'm pissed. i don't care about anything now. we can continue not talking to each other. i don't give a damn at the moment. argh. let's just hope that i'll cool down after some time. pffft. and i've got the sickening feeling that those on &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; side are blocking me on msn. argh whatever. suckness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did badly in heats. and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; just had to be running. and i didn't really bother to cheer &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; on. so our class got last. whatever. anyway i'm thankful that march hols are here. don't have to see &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; sickening face for one whole week. oh shit, i just remembered i have to meet &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; to do our IPW project. ugh. now i can't have a peaceful holiday. it's so depressing to see that yucky face of &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt;. and hear &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; yucky voice. i'll probably delete this after we're ok again. but heck care, we are NOT OKAY now. i am 101% agaisnt &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; now. and hopefully &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; reads this. and &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; can don't care for all &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; wants after reading this. i don't care also. at least i feel much better after letting all this out. i'm so tempremental. and i hate it. freakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107908601668078878?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107908601668078878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107908601668078878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107908601668078878' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107891433579138991</id><published>2004-03-10T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T18:28:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh darn, someone's impersonating me and joey. sheesh. such freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just came back from coaching class. there's this new girl in our class [not exactly new..just that it's the first time she's coming to the wed class i think]. her names gladys or something. can dance so well. primary 5 only. hee. she does gym too..yep. then representing singapore in sea games next next year or something like that. you go girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for march hols. fully packed already. yep. monday i have &lt;strong&gt;chinese &lt;/strong&gt;tution..then tuesday putting braces. then wednesday have dance from 2.30-5.30 i think then thursday have dance again from 10.00-12.30 and on friday there's chinese tution again..yuck. haha then saturday there's dance @ sc then on sunday there's dance again. whee! four times of dance. yep..so happy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my digi cam's out of battery. can't upload the pictures i took of me and my friends in balletic poses. sad. will try to upload them soon. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107891433579138991?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107891433579138991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107891433579138991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107891433579138991' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107882030017098943</id><published>2004-03-09T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T16:21:26.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do i &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want to go to new zealand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have jumped at the thought of being offered to go some time back. but come to think of it now..my chances are practically zero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep on telling myself to wake up from a dream. it's never going to happen. don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; whole weeks in new zealand. which dancer doesn't want to go? first week spent on studying and dancing. second week shopping. that's if victoria's correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i get selected [yea, right], i probably won't survive either. and mrs chan will send me home half way through to trip since i'm such a disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway thanks to all those who have confidence in me..like jasmine, michelle and nat. thanks alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107882030017098943?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107882030017098943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107882030017098943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107882030017098943' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107855283272592066</id><published>2004-03-06T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:04:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just changed my layout. yup. shan't talk about melaka trip, simply because i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's against me. sheesh. i left my newly bought specs in the hotel room. at least i think so. and now &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; can't find it either. my parents called last night to check. suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for dance today. did ukranian national dance. at least i knew it better than shao min, kerri-ann and caroline. yayness! i'm not the worst. xD. anyway that selection for new zealand thingy i coming. or maybe it's over. either way i still won't be chosen. mrs chan's probably revolted after seeing my dancing and now she's regretting that she let me in the dance group. and erm, went to the costumes shop after dance. made this new leotard..shocking blue. hawaii blue. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want is &lt;s&gt;my specs back&lt;/s&gt; to go to new zealand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107855283272592066?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107855283272592066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107855283272592066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107855283272592066' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107821732333267728</id><published>2004-03-02T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T16:51:40.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just uploaded some pictures onto my picture gallery. the password is our class motto. so lame. haha..anyway can't wait for tomorrow. going to school with beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah. this layout is getting so boring. i'm briandead at the moment. don't feel like making a nicer one. will make it after i come back from melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like blogging at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107821732333267728?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107821732333267728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107821732333267728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107821732333267728' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107814218002389209</id><published>2004-03-01T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T19:59:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finished packing my bag for melaka trip. yayness! my mum can't bother me anymore. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just uploaded more pictures into my picture gallery, although i can't really view the picture i've uploaded. haven't figured out why yet. haha. i've decided to make it a private one. so if you want the password, come and get it from me. those in onegy..the password is..[fill in the blank, the word in the blank is the password]. our form teacher looks at the ____ when teaching. it's really lame but that's the only thing i can think of at the moment. haha..anyway it's just pictures of my school's dance performance. sorry about the crappy quality. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107814218002389209?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107814218002389209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107814218002389209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107814218002389209' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107812651069485670</id><published>2004-03-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T15:38:06.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dang, where did the pesticide go?? to sumone, BIG DEAL, i like my blog, and who cares if YOU like it? my friends like it, and i don't care one bit if you don't. and to icebar, so what if my gallery has only one picture, like it's your business to care, sucker. and to *chase, you FREAK. get lost and never ever come back again. don't even think you ARE real. hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107812651069485670?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107812651069485670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107812651069485670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107812651069485670' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107804948784678687</id><published>2004-02-29T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T18:57:12.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry didn't update yesterday. okay..let's see what happened yesterday. had dance @ scgs yesterday. yeap..learnt this &lt;s&gt;spanishy&lt;/s&gt; gypsy dance and ukranian national dance. i felt so hopelessly out of place during that gypsy thingy. bah. was just staring at all the other girls doing it. dawn and audrey and stephanie were really nice about it. =). taught us the whole dance. bleh. anyway i messed up the ukranian national dance also. yadda-yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had ballet today. my skirt button broke..argh! so frustrating. don't feel like going to school tomorrow. i want to laze around, like i did today. xD. having chinese test tomorrow. i'm so worried i'll flunk it again. ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for &lt;s&gt;malacca&lt;/s&gt; melaka trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107804948784678687?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107804948784678687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107804948784678687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107804948784678687' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107786955520716585</id><published>2004-02-27T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:46:41.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was an even worse day than thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i woke up late. and was late for school.&lt;br /&gt;2) i forgot to bring SO many things.&lt;br /&gt;3) everybody seemed so unfriendly today.&lt;br /&gt;4) ms soh found out i hadn't completed my workbook.&lt;br /&gt;5) the science practical went horribly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list goes on..and on..and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fcking specs were soooooooooo sick. [yah yah, they aren't alive but i don't give a damn]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the morning i found out that they got bent, somehow. tried to fix it but just made it worst. argh. &lt;s&gt;was nearly on the verge of crying&lt;/s&gt; cried. it's really stupid over such a small thing but anyway, heck. then went to the optician after school to get it fixed. but now it's just NOT working again. freak. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;poikhdngtremans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. at least BEATRICE seemed ok. blegh. we were fooling around in the toilet with beatrice walking around with her belt all the way to the end of her skirt. she was like, why the heck do people want to put their belts so low?? and my response was, to look cool?? then she just pulled her belt down and went around saying i'm so cool! haha..it was really funny. you had to be there to think it was, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then back in class me and beatrice [again] were talking about un-earthly human beings [translation- scrawny looking &lt;strong&gt;flimsy&lt;/strong&gt; deformed things]. then we were laughing like mad again. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta find a way to fix my specs BEFORE MALACCA TRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE WIDTH="304" BGCOLOR="#51336D" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="MIDDLE" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE WIDTH="300" BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#333333" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quizme.gif" ALT="Quiz Me" WIDTH="300" HEIGHT="35" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#6FA6B2"&gt;tingzhi spins tunes as&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#77CAD0"&gt;&lt;B&gt;DJ Slippery Donkey&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/djname/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#C0ABEF;"&gt;Get your dj name @ Quiz Me&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107786955520716585?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107786955520716585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107786955520716585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107786955520716585' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107778856762583213</id><published>2004-02-26T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:45:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a bad day..because of..everything that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from sports heats. had to miss dance because i was sports captain. suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway having mock ballet exam this saturday after dance @ scgs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deborah linked everyone EXCEPT me. so mean. hurmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for malacca trip. yeah! doing to pack my bag after updating. it's really soon but anyway i'm really excited so who cares i'll just pack first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107778856762583213?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107778856762583213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107778856762583213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107778856762583213' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107770300104334976</id><published>2004-02-25T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T20:19:55.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just collected by new specs. ok. so now i look pretty much like a long-haired version of the sock prefect. and sailormoon pretty much resembled an easter egg with her hairstyle during high jump. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;settled the project work thingy. doing with beatrice jojo rui ling hui min for IPW, and beatrice jojo nicole for CME. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have dance tomorrow. yawn. don't feel like going. i want to sleep. xD. michelle the freak didn't go for dance today. suck. after promising me so many times that she would turn up. pff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for malacca trip. gotta follow my IPW group all around malacca so that we can discuss or something like that. yadda-yadda-yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SO cannot believe that ms low is from anglican high. in &lt;em&gt;badminton&lt;/em&gt; somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still haven't studied for maths tests tomorrow. probably gonna flunk it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107770300104334976?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107770300104334976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107770300104334976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770300104334976' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107761315447701986</id><published>2004-02-24T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:02:01.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from the orthodentist [however you spell it]. eurgh. nearly choked and gagged everything out. fortunately i didn't. the mould is SO gross. she just kept on stuffing and stuffing it into my mouth and tears were like rolling out of my eyes. blegh. yea anyway so getting my braces fixed after i come back from malacca. 16th march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have so much homework this fews days. collecting my specs tomorrow. oh and, i can't believe how i got so low for my english, and got the highest in class for lit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fed up with my mum. me char jasmine mich &amp; sam were supposed to meet at suntec city for cinderella but now she expects us to change to raffles city just because it's nearer to my house. SUCK. so inconsiderate. freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway will update soon. didn't update yesterday 'cos i had no time. should be changing by layout soon..it's getting boring yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107761315447701986?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107761315447701986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107761315447701986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107761315447701986' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107744896112973935</id><published>2004-02-22T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T19:25:25.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oof..pluto project. i'm dying. have to find out mutual eclipse of pluto and charon AND significant features of pluto which are so hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch 3D movie haunted castle with michelle today. wasn't as scary as i imagined after all. sigh sigh. ballet exams coming up soon..25 march. and more and more tests. don't see how i'm going to cope. ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like going back to school tomorrow. i want to sleep. xD. oh yah..um, got new specs like jasmine's one today. collecting on thursday..but most probably i'll still continue wearing my contact lense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY TO DO LIST:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+get better marks for higher chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;+brush up on my dancing&lt;br /&gt;+go for dance this sat [maybe]&lt;br /&gt;+enjoy malacca trip!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107744896112973935?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107744896112973935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107744896112973935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107744896112973935' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107733991071639920</id><published>2004-02-21T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:06:33.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just came back from dance. xu jie had us stretching the hell outta us. some girls are just SO flexible that it's scary. xD. watched the older girls do this chinese dance that he choreographed. very abstract. judith &amp; dawn [and practically everyone else] can dance so well. for the ukranian dance thingy i mean. and victoria didn't come after all. saw beatrice, rui ling &amp; hui min doing their geog project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and um..who is 'mi'? ack. anyway will update later in the day. managed to change my tution to monday. yayness! parents are going for a wedding later so i have practically the whole night to do whatever i want..=). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and from now on go to http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com instead. although everything is the same and the old one still works..i prefer the name so yea..all those who have linked me please change the link. 'cos like for blogspot can just change the link name whenever i want. sorry for inconvinience or anything. xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also if you don't want me to link you or anything tell me, 'cos i just added some new links..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107733991071639920?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107733991071639920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107733991071639920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107733991071639920' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107727165159965553</id><published>2004-02-20T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T18:10:13.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who is 'somebody'?? anyway, to '!?!'. since when did i say i can run 800m? i just signed up. anyway i've exchanged with jolyn so i'm reserve now. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leadership course was..boring. spent practically the whole ten hours sitting in class watching slides with the air-con blowing into my face. then had to write some letter to mrs mao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joey has yet to send me my blog code. sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107727165159965553?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107727165159965553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107727165159965553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107727165159965553' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107718164615613043</id><published>2004-02-19T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T17:10:06.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. my blog layout is finally up and working. just finding something temporary till joey helps me make a layout. no dance today. sigh sigh. was looking through joan, min li, min yi, victoria, jolyn's blogs during computer studies. relief teacher didn't even notice. helping michelle to make her blog. falala. so boring at home. oh and, uh..i signed up for 800m. and i have absolutely 0% confidence. 1gy peeps better cheer me on. yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE WIDTH="304" BGCOLOR="#51336D" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="0" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD VALIGN="MIDDLE" ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;TABLE WIDTH="300" BORDER="0" BGCOLOR="#333333" CELLPADDING="0" CELLSPACING="0"&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD ALIGN="CENTER"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pastlife/quizme.gif" ALT="Quiz Me" WIDTH="300" HEIGHT="35" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" BORDER="0"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT FACE="verdana,arial,helvetica" SIZE="2" COLOR="#6FA6B2"&gt;tingzhi was&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#77CAD0"&gt;&lt;B&gt;an Honest Donkey&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;in a past life.&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="1"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://quizme.stvlive.com/pastlife/quiz.php" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none; color:#C0ABEF;"&gt;Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107718164615613043?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107718164615613043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107718164615613043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107718164615613043' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6385184.post-107715262883927134</id><published>2004-02-19T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T09:11:13.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in school now. just deleted all my posts. speakers are blasting with pop songs and singers bursting their lungs. not to mention william hung's she bangs. hah! can hear carine shouting,"tag me! tag me!". and my new layout isn't really working yet. need to add links and stuff. bear with it for a while. i'll change it back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6385184-107715262883927134?l=double-contrasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107715262883927134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6385184/posts/default/107715262883927134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://double-contrasts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715262883927134' title=''/><author><name>TINGZHI</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkI_yp21uI8/Td7XZ2fZQ9I/AAAAAAAABfA/c_3MLuXFOrM/s220/n521176407_2154297_4238923.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
