<?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-2548810634192921023</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:01:20.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamsome</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-3490966148629174567</id><published>2009-05-05T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:56:37.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrical</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;What is it about that person next to you, did he make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Can you even see me, did you forget completely?&lt;br /&gt;I am worried, I feel anxiety because I can't get close nor try to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;I spend long nights by myself, erasing my thoughts a thousand times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-3490966148629174567?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/3490966148629174567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/05/lyrical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/3490966148629174567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/3490966148629174567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/05/lyrical.html' title='Lyrical'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-2263636273191829805</id><published>2009-04-29T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:03:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="article-body"&gt;                 &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The movie "Taken" review. Nice movie to watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if a super spy like Jason Bourne in his middle-aged years got into a situation where his daughter is kidnapped by illegal human traffickers? The result of that high concept is Pierre Morrel’s &lt;i&gt;Taken&lt;/i&gt;, a swift, compact French action thriller that does a devious number on the kidnapping story genre with the slickness and smarts of deadly espionage. The kidnapping villains clearly have no idea what kind of father they are dealing with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the movie opens, the hero of the story, a divorced ex-CIA operative named Bryan Mills (Liam Neeson), is already paranoid about his 17-year-old daughter, Kim (Maggie Grace) traveling to Paris for the first time with only one other friend, Amanda (Katie Cassidy). After initially refusing to sign consent for her to travel as a minor without parental supervision, he reluctantly agrees thinking that this may be his chance to bond with his estranged daughter since he has moved back closer to his daughter in London, although she has told more than a few lies to be able to slide past Bryan’s seemingly overbearing paranoid assumptions. Then, when she arrives in Paris and while on the phone with her, he overhears her being taken away by some group of men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The initial introductions of Bryan attempting to reconnect with his daughter and his ex-wife, Lenore (Famke Janssen), who is now married to Stuart (Xander Berkeley) but still mad at him for sacrificing his family for his covert job are no doubt a little bit hokey. But the movie quickly shows that it means business once Bryan gives his ultimatum to a kidnapper on the phone he overhears, assuredly warning them that he will find and kill them with all the skills he has acquired. As he quickly hears from a spy analyst friend, Sam (Leland Orser) that the kidnapper is part of a sex trade trafficking mob, he finds he has only 96 hours to find his daughter or else she will likely never be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Once Bryan flies into Paris, the movie becomes a nonstop, cathartic ride in which the kidnappers can barely blink before they can figure out Bryan’s next move. The director, Pierre Morrel (who previously directed the equally kinetic &lt;i&gt;District B13&lt;/i&gt;) and writers, Luc Besson and Robert Mark Kamen seem to have taken a lot of cues from the &lt;i&gt;Bourne&lt;/i&gt; movies from the surveillance tactics and car chases to the martial arts fights and rapid-fire editing, all while giving them their trademark, at times almost monochromatic gloss in true Luc Besson style. And like the &lt;i&gt;Bourne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;District B13&lt;/i&gt;, it is almost perfunctory to try to describe much of the ceaseless action in words, as the film itself rarely takes a breath in showing the lightning speed with which this ex-CIA operative returns to his training roots for a more personal cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Although Neeson has wisely chosen to have a far more versatile and challenging career than a conventional action leading man, it is still a wonder that Neeson has never taken on a role until now in his mid-50s. As an actor, he always projects a commanding presence without ever seeming to go for an effect and an actor’s presence is crucial to keeping an action movie grounded in its own reality even when everything about him starts to border on the impossible. And perhaps because his mission is now paternal, his character is also more ferocious than any other recent super spy. The man has no compunction to kill and even electric torture anyone who is involved with the kidnapping and, at one point, he even shoots a flesh wound into the wife of an old fellow French government agent who is purposely not disclosing the information he needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I have a slight complaint against the film in hindsight, it is that it does not give full weight to the more disturbing issue it tackles that is human trafficking. The films from Luc Besson and company are often effective at integrating a human element into the action but also sometimes limit themselves to it, without exploring the larger social consequences involved. That was also true of &lt;i&gt;Kiss of the Dragon&lt;/i&gt; (which reduced a supposedly huge drug smuggling operation that Jet Li uncovers into a simple promise made to rescue Bridget Fonda out of her predicament) and, while the film is restrained in depicting the pivotal issue, I wish the filmmakers had tried to insert some more social commentary for the larger issue beyond the father’s single-minded quest to rescue his daughter (and the film lasts a brisk 93 minutes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, of course, most fathers would not have the strength and skills that Bryan Mills has to even face up to these nasty, brutish human traffickers and the film delivers on its purpose to give the audience-pleasing thrill of seeing the bad guys cower and squirm against a protagonist who already knows where to find their guns as soon when he enters their hideout. In the beginning, after Bryan gives his ultimatum to a kidnapper on the phone, the kidnapper says smirking, “Good luck.” When the phrase is repeated again later, the villains don’t even have the time to wipe off the smirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-2263636273191829805?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/2263636273191829805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/04/taken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2263636273191829805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2263636273191829805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/04/taken.html' title='Taken'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-1292172638234998384</id><published>2009-04-29T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:59:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These two words keep appearing in my mind today, they are "Revolution and Legacy". Powerful words, right? Ha, i hope in time to come...i will know what's the reason for these two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-1292172638234998384?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/1292172638234998384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1292172638234998384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1292172638234998384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-words.html' title='Two Words'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-1446720433076608207</id><published>2009-04-05T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:16:14.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calefare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a Sat morning, i had to wake up @ 5am for a calefare job. i went to brush my teeth, bath then get changed. I left my house at 6am, took a bus. Heading towards Pioneer mrt stat. I met Xueling, Xueli, Xuemin, Agnes and Ying Ling. Then when we reached Vivo, we then head towards Dragonfly @ St James. Wow, being a calefare was a great feeling for me. Especially for that fruitful day. Although my role for that scene was a Mic Boy, but i experience many wonderful things. I hope i can get the chance to be a calefare again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-1446720433076608207?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/1446720433076608207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/04/calefare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1446720433076608207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1446720433076608207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/04/calefare.html' title='Calefare'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-3641608315577604770</id><published>2009-03-15T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:33:29.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tday i went to my cousin, Andy's wedding dinner. He's getting married to Vanessa. Ha, then i went to the restaurant at ard 7.30pm. Once i sat down, i looked ard to see who were the guests. I saw one choi bu! Her name is A-Ling! That what i will address her as. We used to be very close de, every Chinese New Year i will go to her uncle's house and have steamboat. A-Ling was the one who thought me how to play BlackJack and Big2. Ha. But bcos of some problems, we seldom get to see each other again. But i am really happy i saw her tday after several years. Wow! She really looked prettier le! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-3641608315577604770?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/3641608315577604770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/3641608315577604770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/3641608315577604770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-1756317533802087491</id><published>2009-03-09T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:43:12.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Com Is Ok Le!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;My com finally reformatted le! Thank you Beng and Ym for spending the time and effort to come over to my house. Anyway it's been a very long time since i ever blog. Haiz, sometimes i really dont know what to blog abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-1756317533802087491?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/1756317533802087491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-com-is-ok-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1756317533802087491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1756317533802087491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-com-is-ok-le.html' title='My Com Is Ok Le!'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-1974503913686645393</id><published>2009-02-19T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:48:51.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday i after sch, i went out with Louise. It's been a long time since we went out. She wanted to collect somes photos from her previous workplace which was Night Safari. We met at CCK mrt station. After few mins at Night Safari, i saw many Japanese wearing their sch u. The ones u will see in Jap movies/dramas. The guys are so handsome lor then some of the gals really are super choi! Too bad i didnt take any photos with them. Ha. But i've taken few photos with Louise! Lol, i really had a good time yesterday! Ya Ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-1974503913686645393?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/1974503913686645393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1974503913686645393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1974503913686645393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-8080522533562854612</id><published>2009-02-19T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:44:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choi Bu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday i was in school doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bqt&lt;/span&gt;. Then in the morning got a class having TR, so got a few students came in and borrow shuffling dish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sternos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; that i went to pack up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bqt&lt;/span&gt; room. After i took my lunch, Chris, Iris and i start to joke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt;. At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; 2pm plus, the students came back to return all those stuffs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. i was enjoying my potato chips and suddenly someone behind me said this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;, u having a picnic here ah?". I turned back then i saw this pretty gal, she looks like a Taiwanese celebrity called Xi En.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-8080522533562854612?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/8080522533562854612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/choi-bu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8080522533562854612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8080522533562854612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/choi-bu.html' title='Choi Bu'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-4171482460360115708</id><published>2009-02-16T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:02:08.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Languages of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#1 Words Of Affirmation&lt;br /&gt;#2 Quality Time&lt;br /&gt;#3 Gift Giving&lt;br /&gt;#4 Acts Of Service&lt;br /&gt;#5 Physical Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-4171482460360115708?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/4171482460360115708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-languages-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/4171482460360115708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/4171482460360115708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-languages-of-love.html' title='The 5 Languages of love'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-432516379737161309</id><published>2009-02-15T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:28:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangqi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Bday Kangqi! Hope to meet up with you soon! Takkaire! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-432516379737161309?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/432516379737161309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/kangqi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/432516379737161309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/432516379737161309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/kangqi.html' title='Kangqi'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-8403343386985180264</id><published>2009-02-15T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:43:31.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY COMES ONCE A YEAR, BUT LOVE SHOULDN'T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As lovers all over the world celebrate their relationships and feelings, remember that it does not have to be for only one day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy hearts with cute sayings. Big red velvet boxes with chocolates inside. Dozens of roses. Cards with sentimental poems. Red lace lingerie and pink heart boxers. The aforementioned have become regulars for Valentine's Day as lovers scramble to get each other surprises under the pressure that stores and the media place upon this holiday. But is this all this holiday means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really knows what exactly started the idea for Valentine's Day. Popular stories include a Roman who refused to give up Christianity and was put in jail for his faith. There is also the legend about a Roman clergyman who, inspite of Roman decree, performed secret marriages for soldiers and their lovers. However it got started, ever since Pope Gelasius in 496AD, February 14th has been for lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day out of the year people publicly profess their love without fear of being thought of as "mushy." However, this year, pledge to your loved one that Valentine's Day will not end at the stroke of midnight. Continue the attention and sentiments of the holiday all throughout the year. Now, this is not saying buy a dozen roses every week or get fat on Hershey Kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue the holiday is simple. Hug your loved one when they least expect it. Hold a door for them when you go out. Grab their hand while walking and don't let go after just a few seconds. Leave a note on the fridge in the morning just saying "I love you," or "Have a nice day." Truly grasp what love means by exploring the little gestures that mean so much more than an expensive box of Godiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help your love continue to grow even after the Valentine's Day bouquet withers and dies, and you might be surprised how much happier your relationship could be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-8403343386985180264?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/8403343386985180264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-comes-once-year-but-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8403343386985180264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8403343386985180264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-comes-once-year-but-love.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY COMES ONCE A YEAR, BUT LOVE SHOULDN&apos;T'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-8848991782684852788</id><published>2009-02-15T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:38:11.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY @ CHARCOAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celebrating valentine's day at Charcoal with my classmates was not a bad idea after all since i dont have the chance to go out on a date with anyone. Ha, when we were having our staff meal, silly Alicia dropped her spoon on my apron! Lol! It's fun taking photos with Jin Mei! I got to taste the mango pudding which was the extras from the set menu. From next monday onwards, i am left with 6 weeks before going back to school. I've to treasure the rest of the time i have in Charcoal le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-8848991782684852788?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/8848991782684852788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-charcoal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8848991782684852788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8848991782684852788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-charcoal.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY @ CHARCOAL'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-6208843188368892865</id><published>2009-02-11T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:49:43.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different dance genres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="hiphop"&gt;Hip Hop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Hiphop consists of four main elements; graffiti art, break dancing, DJ (cutting and scratching) and emceeing (Rapping). Never forget to mention the 2 main categories of hiphop- Old School and New School Hiphop. Old School consists of locking, popping, breaking and wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Contrary to Old School, New School Hiphop is unique on its own and usually goes hand in hand with slower pace songs. Hip hop is all about rhythm, groove and a whole lot of attitude! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="lyrical_hip_hop"&gt;Lyrical Hip Hop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="lyrical_hip_hop"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Put a punctuation mark into Hip Hop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Lyrical Hip Hop emphasizes on accents, punches and hits combined with milking techniques which brings out that extra flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="la_hiphop"&gt;LA Hip Hop&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; This is a new school Hip Hop style incorporated with fast and sharp movements combined with milking techniques. Get trained in full body control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="popping"&gt;Popping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Popping revolves around the technique of Hitting, which gives off an illusion of a jolting effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Throw in some rolls and moves like 'the Wave' and 'the Glide', and you'll be taken back to the funky Old School!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="locking"&gt;Locking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Locking is created by Don ‘Campbellock’ Campbell in the late 1960s during the soul/funk era. It was developed around the concept of a series of quick movements flowing into sudden stops and pauses. Locking is a funky-filled dance style which never fails to bring out the funk in your soul. So pull up your socks and get your groove on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="reggae"&gt;Reggae&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Reggae is an African Caribbean style of music developed on the island of Jamaica. The word "reggae" was coined around 1960 to identify a "ragged" style of dance music. It soon acquired the lament-like style of chanting and emphasized the syncopated beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; The essence of reggae lies in precise body isolations and percussive hip movements. Learn to dance reggae and explore the fundamental moves ie: swing it, bounce and butterfly. Get Ragged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="waacking"&gt;Waacking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Waacking  focuses mainly on dynamic arms movements, extensions as well as  various poses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; It is a dance style which was originated way back in the 1970s. However, it only gained its popularity only in the recent years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Now, Waacking is not only danced to House music alone. Many people are Waacking to Hip Hop music as well as incorporating this dance style with other dance styles such as Locking, House and Hip Hop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; However, there is a misconception that Waacking is too feminine for men. That is not true. Add in your own flavour. This style is open for everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="lyrical_jazz"&gt;Lyrical Jazz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; A technical class which emphasizes on Jazz techniques and also on movement, flexibility and listening skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; It is performed to lyrics of a song, which is the driving force and inspiration of the moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!-- &lt;span class="title_1"&gt;&lt;b id="jazz_tech"&gt;Jazz Techniques&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Stretches, across the floor and choreography will be taught. With these, technical growth of every student is ensured and students wll develop their strength, flexibility and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; --&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="mtv"&gt;MTV Groove&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt; MV Groove is a dance style combining jazz, hip hop and funk. Mixing groove and fun, this sexy, high-energy dance also exposes students to various jazz techniques such as turns, jumps, muscle strengthening and flexibility; all of which are essential to bring out attitude and developing lines unique to MTV Groove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" class="title_1"  &gt;&lt;b id="bboy"&gt;B-Boying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;B-boying is a form of hip hop dancing popularly known as breaking. It consists of top or up rock, footwork, spinning moves (power moves), and freeze. B-boying began in the Bronx, NY. The term "B-boy" or "B-boying" was created by Kool Herc who was a DJ spinning at block parties in the Bronx back in the days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-6208843188368892865?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/6208843188368892865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-dance-genres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/6208843188368892865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/6208843188368892865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/different-dance-genres.html' title='Different dance genres'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-8387827669240228894</id><published>2009-02-10T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:01:41.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIP HOP SLANGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will explain some hip hop terms and what they mean.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Hip hop is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultural_movement" title="Cultural movement"&gt;cultural movement&lt;/a&gt; built largely around the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_genre" title="Music genre"&gt;music genre&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop_music" title="Hip hop music"&gt;hip hop music&lt;/a&gt;, which developed in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City" title="New York City"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt; during the 1970s primarily among &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/African_Americans" title="African Americans" class="mw-redirect"&gt;African Americans&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latino_Americans" title="Latino Americans" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Latino Americans&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop#cite_note-1" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; Hip hop's four main elements are &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapping" title="Rapping"&gt;rapping&lt;/a&gt; (or &lt;i&gt;MCing&lt;/i&gt;, from &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Master_of_Ceremonies" title="Master of Ceremonies"&gt;Master of Ceremonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DJing" title="DJing" class="mw-redirect"&gt;DJing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graffiti#Graffiti_as_an_element_of_hip_hop" title="Graffiti"&gt;graffiti writing&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breakdance" title="Breakdance"&gt;breakdance&lt;/a&gt;. Other elements include &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beatboxing" title="Beatboxing"&gt;beatboxing&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop_fashion" title="Hip hop fashion"&gt;hip hop fashion&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slang" title="Slang"&gt;hip hop slang&lt;/a&gt;. Since first emerging in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bronx" title="The Bronx"&gt;the Bronx&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harlem" title="Harlem"&gt;Harlem&lt;/a&gt;, the lifestyle of hip hop culture has spread around the world.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hip_hop#cite_note-2" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When hip hop music began to emerge, it was based around DJs who created &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhythmic" title="Rhythmic" class="mw-redirect"&gt;rhythmic&lt;/a&gt; beats by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Music_loop" title="Music loop"&gt;looping&lt;/a&gt; breaks (smalls portions of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Songs" title="Songs" class="mw-redirect"&gt;songs&lt;/a&gt; emphasizing a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percussive" title="Percussive" class="mw-redirect"&gt;percussive&lt;/a&gt; pattern) on two &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turntablism" title="Turntablism"&gt;turntables&lt;/a&gt;. This was later accompanied by "rapping" (a rhythmic style of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chanting" title="Chanting" class="mw-redirect"&gt;chanting&lt;/a&gt;). An original form of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dancing" title="Dancing" class="mw-redirect"&gt;dancing&lt;/a&gt;, and particular &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Styles_of_dress" title="Styles of dress" class="mw-redirect"&gt;styles of dress&lt;/a&gt;, arose among followers of this new music. These elements experienced considerable refinement and development over the course of the history of the culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The relationship between graffiti and hip hop culture arises from the appearance of new and increasingly elaborate and pervasive forms of the practice in areas where other elements of hip hop were evolving as art forms, with a heavy overlap between those who wrote and those who practiced other elements of the culture. Beatboxing is a mainly percussive &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocal" title="Vocal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;vocal&lt;/a&gt; form in which various technical effects of hip hop DJs are imitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;#1 Dope: A hip hop term that describes something that is excellent or extremely cool such as music, fashion, ppl, etc.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Homies: Friends&lt;br /&gt;#3 I am cool: it's fine/it's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-8387827669240228894?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/8387827669240228894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/hip-hop-slangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8387827669240228894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8387827669240228894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/hip-hop-slangs.html' title='HIP HOP SLANGS'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-5067173739176306789</id><published>2009-02-10T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:11:52.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yusheng</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday @ Charcoal, got ppl from VISA who came and booked reservation for 33pax. It's was split into 3 tables of 8ppl and 1 table of 9ppl. Then their 1st course was the Yusheng. I was in charge of one table to do the yusheng for them. Ha, i was so nervous lor. After trying for the first time, it's so fun that i can do it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-5067173739176306789?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/5067173739176306789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/yusheng.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/5067173739176306789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/5067173739176306789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/yusheng.html' title='Yusheng'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-4160074246025106953</id><published>2009-02-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:41:03.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days 歲月</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;The Days (歲月)&lt;br /&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ubiquitous Ah Beng of Singapore continues to be a cultural fascination for the big screen in Singapore cinema, having been the subject of films like Royston Tan's 15, and Kelvin Tong/Jasmine Ng's Eating Air. I guess almost every one of us will bump into Mr. Beng at some point in our lives, either in schools, coffeeshops, at nightspots, or even have been, or are still currently one ourselves! This classification and label have been evolving through time, and this version here presented in Boi Kwong's The Days, happen to be an era of mine as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in the late 80s and early 90s in Ming Fa Secondary School, The Days is loosely based on the director's own experiences, and growing up in the same era, you can't help but to nod in agreement at some of the spot-on observations, and the accurate depiction of generic behaviour of the characters. You know, the gang of boys who form cliques and spot non school approved hairdo, who tuck their shirts out, fold their sleeves and pop their collars, who don't walk but strut their stuff around the school turf. They pick on the weaker boys, and as a group, act in a rather gung-ho, devil may care fashion, firmly believing in strength in numbers. Fights are picked on a whim of accusatory stares, and these boys are fodder for recruitment into underground gangs, where recruiters usually hover around school fences, hooking up and enticing them with values like brotherhood and loyalty, of being "family", or could be bold enough to infiltrate schools to help settle differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boys tend to lead a double life. In schools, they are hopeless as students, but come alive after school - which actually depends on whether they decide to skip lessons altogether - at nearby coffeeshops smoking and drinking beer (this was before more stringent laws were passed to curb selling to minors), or at the arcade plying their skills on the latest Streetfighter game, or at billiard salon to congregate with other members of the same fraternity. On weekends, the discos playing the latest techno hits become their playground, to let their hair down, or to pick up girls, or to pick on someone for fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While The Days may seem like it contained a simple story to tell about two brothers, it boasts of a broad documentation of the delinquent life as described which I'm fairly sure still exists in the school courtyards of today, despite being out of an observation post from within. Fusing these elements effortlessly into the narrative, The Days centers on the story of two brothers Zi-Long / Tai-Zi (Justin Chan) and Zi-Hao / Baby (Ivan Lim; yes he's nicknamed that because he's the youngest and the kid-brother), of their relationship which starts to strain because of differing values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tai-Zi and his 3 friends call themselves The 4 Heavenly Kings, consisting of Cockroach (Avery Ang), Dog (Derrick R) the part time medium and Tau-Per (Kelvin Tan) the dropout and motorcycle fanatic. Together they form quite a terror group in school, and become ripe for a final initiation (with altar and complete with recitation of vows) into a larger gang, sponsored by their Boss Jeremy Tan (Anthony Levi Kho), who happened to be the live-wire in the movie. All these faux-pas glamour and power-play proved to be enticing to a timid, loner Baby who gets picked on In his first day of school by the resident lower secondary ruffian Rat (Jason Ho, with excellent snarl and one of the most convincing in his role). Baby, whose impressionable mind decides that he too should live it up like his brother in the hip and In-crowd, who in Tai-Zi's earnestness, tells Baby that his band of brothers would be his brothers as well, pivoting the story from that point on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on, you'd say. Isn't this glamourizing delinquent behaviour, and giving a nod towards street corner gangsters? If this was made some 10 years ago, I'd think it would raise more than a few eyebrows. But here's where I thought the compromise was - the characters hardly ever swear, if at all, which makes it a tad quite impossible. They use language and terms which are quite sanitized, and there's a moderating voice represented by Richard Low, whose aged durian seller and ex-gang member provides that constant reminder of not throwing one's youth away for short term pleasures and to make better use of one's time to better oneself. While essentially a mouthpiece of good sense and caution, he becomes a showcase of the detrimental outcome of one who led a life of violence. However, you can count on the veteran actor's gravitas and charisma to lift the one-dimensional role, and doesn't come across as too preachy, and his involvement in many local indie productions, is nothing short of admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways though, there's a distinct lack of authority here with the marked absence of the cops (for a nation like ours that boasts of a safe and secure environment), save for one scene where some plainclothes did a raid, and for a school, there's also the noticeable absence of teachers. Granted, this makes the film border a little on the fantastical, akin to flicks like Volcano High and Crows Zero on turf wars, only without the snazzy effects and superhuman powers. However, there are some eye-popping animations and graphics used to elevate the various characters into legendary, comic book styled status, providing some added colour into the narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a movie strong in the themes of brotherhood, the women here do play important roles as well, apart from being molls and dolls, and calling the shots at times. Besides sibling rivalry and brotherly love, there's a contrast and parallel to Tai-Zi and Baby in sisters Shan Shan and Valerie (played by real life sisters Adele and Adora Wong), with a built-in love triangle to spice things up a little, to add fuel to the fire. While one sister acts as an inspiration for a change in behaviour for the better, the other becomes the catalyst and chief instigator to entice another's descent into delinquency, of wanting to be, or surpass the "achievements" and reputation of his sibling. It's an interesting parallel, especially when it boils down to hell having known no fury like a woman scorned, and one showing that she has enough tenacity inside her to take charge when the time calls for It. Actress Yeo Yann Yann rounds up the female cast in a supporting appearance as the single mother of the sisters, and in a bar maid role here, that makes it two in a role, given something similar in Yasmin Ahmad's upcoming release Muallaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacing of the film is remarkably even as it didn't try to cram too much, but felt a little bit rushed toward the end (checking out some film stills did leave an impression that a lot more didn't make it to the final cut). I would suppose some would gripe about the film regarding the fight sequence toward the finale taking place at night, which was a bit of a blur, especially when compounded by shooting it in the dark and had a fair bit of close ups, whereby the characters realistically wearing dark clothing didn't help in allowing to see who's engaging who. Then again, it brought out an aspect of such gangland whack-fest - most of the time, the victims would hardly know who's raining blows at that point in time, and brought out the cyclic nature of such violence perfectly, where victims who survive will round up a bigger gang to take on his attackers when they're left alone and at their most vulnerable. And the cycle continues until there is none-left standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who still live in the dinosaur era and dismissing every Singaporean movie that comes out automatically based on biased notions of poor production values, of having tele-movie look and feel, and not being able to entertain, you'd be surprised at how far Singapore cinema has come with The Days now setting the benchmark for a quality and slick indie production with what seems to be on a relatively modest budget. With accessible themes, identifiable characters and excellent cast in what would be the first-outing on the big screen for most, I would rate this movie as highly recommended, even though the younger crowd would miss out on it given its NC-16 rating. Don't go in expecting Young and Dangerous, as this movie would ring closer to home in more ways than one, set firmly in our local context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, put your bums on your seats when the end credits roll, as there's a coda at the end that will complete the story. And it would be interesting to see how The Days would fare at the box office, because it had set up to room for a sequel to be made should the box office prove to be an overwhelming success, that while it wrapped up this particular chapter of the story, still had enough reserve fuel in its tank to go for another round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Days premieres at a local theatre near you - 11 Sept 08. Watch for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-4160074246025106953?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/4160074246025106953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/4160074246025106953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/4160074246025106953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/days.html' title='The Days 歲月'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-1462812826308821326</id><published>2009-02-06T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:49:11.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Imitates Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;They say art imitates life. I would like to walk a path feeling a life and recreating stories in lives, evoking emotions and senses to tears of sorrow, joy, love or from sheer laughter. All fear did for me was rob (though some fear might have kept me safe), so I hope I always have the courage to love and live in acceptances of the desires of the heart. I send love to the people who have shared a relationship with me and listened about my work recently and from the past. Know that your words left a little imprint in my journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-1462812826308821326?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/1462812826308821326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-imitates-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1462812826308821326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1462812826308821326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/art-imitates-life.html' title='Art Imitates Life'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-7409665041064406814</id><published>2009-02-05T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:47:32.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Has Passed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another day has passed, tday i was the Headwaiter @ Charcoal. Although i didnt help out much in service but i m glad i got the chance to chat and encouraged 2 customers who were hesitating to come in and dine. I felt a sense of worth in me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-7409665041064406814?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/7409665041064406814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day-has-passed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/7409665041064406814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/7409665041064406814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day-has-passed.html' title='Another Day Has Passed'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-1278825453905373462</id><published>2009-02-03T18:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:50:34.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Sia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday while i was doing a function in school, it's was the school staffs' reunion lunch. I am in charge of the beverage side, when i wanted to open the milk, that's when i accidentally cut my left hand with a pair of sharp scissors. It cut one of my hand's vein and i was bleeding alot lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-1278825453905373462?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/1278825453905373462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/painful-sia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1278825453905373462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1278825453905373462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/painful-sia.html' title='Painful Sia'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-8712303081005256927</id><published>2009-02-01T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:16:05.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erika Toda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erika Toda, she's so cute. How i wish i can know her as a friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-8712303081005256927?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/8712303081005256927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/erika-toda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8712303081005256927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8712303081005256927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/erika-toda.html' title='Erika Toda'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-6975850702286214396</id><published>2009-02-01T13:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:15:08.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happpy Bday Xuan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happppy Bday to u Xuan! It's been a long time since i saw u, how have u been? Catch up soon, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-6975850702286214396?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/6975850702286214396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/happpy-bday-xuan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/6975850702286214396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/6975850702286214396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/02/happpy-bday-xuan.html' title='Happpy Bday Xuan!'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-6045129846246477282</id><published>2009-01-25T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T13:23:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, fun and fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday after i ended my work, i went to Orchard to meeet Vanessa. Soon after we went to Bishan and took a bus to Sembawang Hills Estate to meet Cheryl @ her part time shop named Awfully Chocolate. Then we sat there for a few hours chatting and Vanessa and i bought a drink (the bacardi tropical peach flavoured, abv 4.56%) then the moment i drank it. My face was super red like a Lobster, ahhh i was so paiseh lor. Never mind then we went to AMK S-11 to have supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-6045129846246477282?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/6045129846246477282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-fun-and-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/6045129846246477282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/6045129846246477282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-fun-and-fun.html' title='Fun, fun and fun'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-8717052276888798859</id><published>2009-01-21T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:56:06.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night i had a dream, i was in a shopping mall. The mall has lots of japanese food stalls, there were many japanese around. I still remembered vivdly the word "Sumimase" was said by a pretty japanese lady, she came towards me promoting her shop's food items. There was a offer that if i will to purchase one bento box, i will get another one for free. It's so strange that i can understand what she was telling me. I think that i will step into this mall ten years down the road, as my parents will shopping with me and they looked very old. Lol! I hope later i will dream that i am playing bball and i am the best in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-8717052276888798859?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/8717052276888798859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night-i-had-dream-i-was-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8717052276888798859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/8717052276888798859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night-i-had-dream-i-was-in.html' title='Last Night'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-364563566616578902</id><published>2009-01-21T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:55:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I wonder is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bcos&lt;/span&gt; i am too stressed up that i would wake up in the middle of the night like 2,3am and then go back to sleep after a brief few minutes. It happens almost every night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-364563566616578902?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/364563566616578902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/364563566616578902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/364563566616578902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/stressed.html' title='Stressed!'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-527958907943308149</id><published>2009-01-19T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:20:12.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After my attachment at Charcoal, i wanna to learn how to play bball. I also want to learn all the street basketball tricks.&lt;br /&gt;The Terminal is a awesome movie! I love Catherine Zeta-Jones, she is so beautiful! Watch this movie when u have the chance to! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-527958907943308149?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/527958907943308149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/527958907943308149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/527958907943308149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-2740413077685046986</id><published>2009-01-19T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:08:05.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a busy day @ Charcoal today, got 80 over pax came in and have lunch. The situation was so chaotic, similar to a battlefield scene. Yes, finally my turn to work morning shift le. So shiok! Bcos when i end work at 3pm, then take mrt. I will reach home at 4plus then i have time to use com le! Ya-Ta! Wah, some times really dont know what to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-2740413077685046986?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/2740413077685046986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2740413077685046986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2740413077685046986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-day.html' title='Busy Day'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-4546915540298490428</id><published>2009-01-11T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:47:40.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations for CNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday i went to Jp to buy clothes and jeans for CNY, taking in considerations that year 2009 fashion sense is the design checkers and the colour of royalty, purple. I bought a orange checkers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;short sleeve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shirt. I also bought a pair of jean from Baleno. So excited about CNY! Ya-ta!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-4546915540298490428?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/4546915540298490428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparations-for-cny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/4546915540298490428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/4546915540298490428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparations-for-cny.html' title='Preparations for CNY'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-2794951011104199196</id><published>2009-01-09T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:31:41.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Meaningful Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You meet a person in 1 second...&lt;br /&gt;You know a person in 1 minute...&lt;br /&gt;You develop a liking for a person in 1 hour...&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love with a person in a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-2794951011104199196?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/2794951011104199196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaningful-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2794951011104199196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2794951011104199196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/meaningful-poem.html' title='A Meaningful Poem'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-948371036064300269</id><published>2009-01-09T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:28:07.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beloved Classmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;People always say "classmates are closer then your friends", i feel that's super true lah. Because u will see them 5 days a week but for me, i will see them for 6 days bcos of outlet training @ Charcoal. They will be there to share woe and weal together with you. I am so blessed to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-948371036064300269?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/948371036064300269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-beloved-classmates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/948371036064300269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/948371036064300269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-beloved-classmates.html' title='My Beloved Classmates'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-2072382872997729376</id><published>2009-01-04T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:12:42.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new found hobby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new found hobby...Basketball. After watching Hot Shot, i felt an urge to play bball. Can't wait for my holidays, so i can play bball all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-2072382872997729376?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/2072382872997729376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-found-hobby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2072382872997729376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2072382872997729376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-found-hobby.html' title='A new found hobby'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-3298261785833784746</id><published>2009-01-01T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:06:38.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for a 好朋友</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want a very ideal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;好朋友! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One whom i can sse and talk to almost everyday, one whom she can share her troubles and dreams with. One whom we can go out together to dine, shop and do many more things together. Few days ago while watching 娛樂百分百, Xiao Zhu talk to Xiao Gui about Xiao Zhu and Jolin are very good friends, then i was ver xian mu of the two of them being very good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://asianfanatics.net/forum/lofiversion/index.php/t83140.html" class="l" onmousedown="return clk(this.href,'','','res','1','')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-3298261785833784746?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/3298261785833784746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/searching-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/3298261785833784746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/3298261785833784746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/searching-for.html' title='Searching for a 好朋友'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-53217386289584818</id><published>2009-01-01T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:54:27.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;After a busy and fruitful year in 2008, in a blink of an eye. Here comes 2009, with new visions, dreams and goals. Praise God for all the good things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to me! I will like to thank Him for all the friends i have made in 2008, i wish that in 2009 i will meet even more wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-53217386289584818?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/53217386289584818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/53217386289584818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/53217386289584818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-2009.html' title='Year 2009'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-2484023126195220577</id><published>2008-12-30T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:08:10.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working @ Charcoal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After working at Charcoal for the 1st day, i was tired. But it's really cool and fun as i get to work with my classmates. Hope i will learn many things for the next 3mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-2484023126195220577?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/2484023126195220577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-charcoal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2484023126195220577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/2484023126195220577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2008/12/working-charcoal.html' title='Working @ Charcoal'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-9090372378781418811</id><published>2008-12-26T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:39:43.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;After celebrating a wonderful Christamas, i received many awesome gifts. They are the friends from Bethel Assembly Of God Church whom i met through Sharlene. They are ppl full of love, faith and more love! When u are with them, u will be super happy cos they will share jokes, stories and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;y hope to spend more time with them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again Happy Bday Jesus! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-9090372378781418811?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/9090372378781418811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/9090372378781418811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/9090372378781418811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-over.html' title='Christmas is over...'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2548810634192921023.post-1112859180327254226</id><published>2008-12-16T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:09:21.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My very own blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yeah! I finally have my own blog! Credits goes to Tan Shiya! She's dope...she took only 10mins to create this blog. Dancedsign...what a dope name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2548810634192921023-1112859180327254226?l=dancedsign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/feeds/1112859180327254226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-very-own-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1112859180327254226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2548810634192921023/posts/default/1112859180327254226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancedsign.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-very-own-blog.html' title='My very own blog!'/><author><name>Dancing Is My Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11343988210363324293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fCSsEuljRws/SUebUbJ0OjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4lTdA4dQwT8/S220/Picture0005(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
