<?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-1200891107259967705</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:43:24.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>I Dance &amp; Dance &amp; Dance..to forget the Reasons to Cry..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-633833389851323848</id><published>2010-01-08T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T22:17:20.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timetable 2010 : MISA LUVI DANCE &amp; FITNESS STUDIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S0c947PPjqI/AAAAAAAAATA/9uQIYYuWkVU/s1600-h/cardioclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424372324374646434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S0c947PPjqI/AAAAAAAAATA/9uQIYYuWkVU/s320/cardioclass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we officially have 4:30 classes on Monday, Wednesday &amp;amp; Friday!! Ladies ladies ladies, come join us!!    ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-633833389851323848?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/633833389851323848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=633833389851323848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/633833389851323848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/633833389851323848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2010/01/timetable-2010-misa-luvi-dance-fitness.html' title='Timetable 2010 : MISA LUVI DANCE &amp; FITNESS STUDIO'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S0c947PPjqI/AAAAAAAAATA/9uQIYYuWkVU/s72-c/cardioclass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-9042630571776042757</id><published>2009-07-15T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:49:21.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For My loved one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SlzEu9FGd9I/AAAAAAAAANs/E9F7dUZ3l7Y/s1600-h/IMG_1985B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358373967613032402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SlzEu9FGd9I/AAAAAAAAANs/E9F7dUZ3l7Y/s320/IMG_1985B.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is this beautiful song, that i wanna dedicate to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll Be Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never make you feel, feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If yesterday blindfolds your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll bring you tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You feel like you're lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel the night will never end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the daybreak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to hold on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there is tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brings you to your senses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the sun will make it's way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll make it there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the place where reality and dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And love will be together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep the light from fading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If the clouds blind your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the wind sways your faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your love, I'll be your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never make you feel, feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If yesterday blindfolds your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll bring you tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me see you smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you cryOver the pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tSome days might be grayAnd dreary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not easy to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To leave it behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Til the rain stops in silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there to hold your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be with you'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Til you find the reason for love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We take it for granted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll keep the time from fading''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause the world is here to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your hope is deeper than pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your love, I'll be your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never make you feel, feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If yesterday blindfolds your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll bring you tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you would believeBelieve in the world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vision of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the strength inside your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll find a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your love, I'll be your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never make you feel, feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If yesterday blindfolds your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll bring you tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be your love, I'll be your lightI'll never make you feel, feel alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 671px; HEIGHT: 344px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rz21lT3jQAU&amp;amp;hl=" width="671" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-9042630571776042757?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/9042630571776042757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=9042630571776042757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-185764260345403996</id><published>2009-07-14T01:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:00:40.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July Promotion! 4 months unlimited~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/Slt2OJjkajI/AAAAAAAAANk/NbC_ryDTztw/s1600-h/july+special.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358006167142689330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/Slt2OJjkajI/AAAAAAAAANk/NbC_ryDTztw/s320/july+special.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/Slt17DKY7hI/AAAAAAAAANc/FVUd4crGdHY/s1600-h/Name+card.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358005839008951826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/Slt17DKY7hI/AAAAAAAAANc/FVUd4crGdHY/s320/Name+card.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/Slt1iy9EFTI/AAAAAAAAANU/TcKURCEpn7c/s1600-h/Flyer+bottom+right.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358005422341231922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/Slt1iy9EFTI/AAAAAAAAANU/TcKURCEpn7c/s320/Flyer+bottom+right.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-185764260345403996?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/185764260345403996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=185764260345403996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/185764260345403996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/185764260345403996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-to-my-dance-studio.html' title='July Promotion! 4 months unlimited~'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/Slt2OJjkajI/AAAAAAAAANk/NbC_ryDTztw/s72-c/july+special.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-4839567220087457713</id><published>2009-06-19T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:22:26.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does my Horoscope say today?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;LEO 18th June 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ready to be the boss? To pass out tasks, delegate authority and make sure that everyone under you is towing the line? Of course you are. You've been studying for the part your entire life. Well, it's show time. Don't let anyone who's jealous undermine you, whether it's by tossing you a demeaning glance or making a snide comment. You know you're good, and you know the higher-ups know -- or they wouldn't have chosen you. Ignore the intruder. They'll definitely be gone soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmph.. I like this. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-4839567220087457713?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/4839567220087457713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=4839567220087457713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4839567220087457713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4839567220087457713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-does-my-horoscope-say-today.html' title='What Does my Horoscope say today?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-470134288123976949</id><published>2009-06-03T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:24:58.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm with you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-470134288123976949?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/470134288123976949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=470134288123976949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/470134288123976949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/470134288123976949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-690543754131968582</id><published>2009-05-10T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T03:27:44.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Just got back home and watching 'The Holiday'.  A very nice movie featuring my heart throb Jude Law.   There in the movie, there is this part where Iris speaks about Jasper.   And i really feel for her.  Share it shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;' I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                                                                                          The Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-690543754131968582?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/690543754131968582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=690543754131968582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/690543754131968582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/690543754131968582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-2717648948540900906</id><published>2009-04-15T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:06:55.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;不要被悲傷淹沒， &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;因為生命本來就是快樂與悲傷的不停交替。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;像白天與黑夜。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;在白晝重新來臨之前，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我們能做的最勇敢的事，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就是不被黑夜吞沒。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-2717648948540900906?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/2717648948540900906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=2717648948540900906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/2717648948540900906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/2717648948540900906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-7669758942873245932</id><published>2009-04-09T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:14:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run away Run away i wish i could run away..</title><content type='html'>One day u stand at the place where u always do, and realise, all the faces around you have changed.  Why is it so?  Havent we all strive so hard just so that we have the rights to stay by the familiar loved ones, who calm our souls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that all i see now, are the ones i tried to hold on to, being taken away ,one by one.  And the faces around me, are they gonna leave soon too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the essence of the belief is being refuted, where does one stand, and what does one stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-7669758942873245932?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/7669758942873245932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=7669758942873245932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7669758942873245932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7669758942873245932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-away-run-away-i-wish-i-could-run.html' title='Run away Run away i wish i could run away..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-7523060896601532014</id><published>2009-03-31T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:48:42.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quote to Remind You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-7523060896601532014?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/7523060896601532014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=7523060896601532014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7523060896601532014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7523060896601532014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-to-remind-you.html' title='A Quote to Remind You'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-1870292950136102877</id><published>2009-02-27T22:25:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:16:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misa Luvi Dance &amp; Fitness Studio: March Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajhflBIV-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VULOCfnnMOk/s1600-h/logo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307740093485176802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajhflBIV-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VULOCfnnMOk/s320/logo2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2nd Floor, Lot 1110, Block 7 MCLD. (Pelita Commercial Area, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Same Building with IBS College, Right Next to M Square Building)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly Presents:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajevD2UgJI/AAAAAAAAAME/RPcTrWOScBg/s1600-h/Power+Beauty+Dance2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307737060924489874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajevD2UgJI/AAAAAAAAAME/RPcTrWOScBg/s320/Power+Beauty+Dance2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The latest fitness workout designed for females, consisted of &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;Dance routines, Pilates, Yoga stretching and various latest form of fitness exercises&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; Featuring &lt;/span&gt;interval training sessions where fast and slow rhythms are combined to tone and sculpt the body while burning fat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; Enhance your Silhouettes and Celebrate the Feminism within!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mon, Wed, Fri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;8am-9am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5:30pm-6:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tues, Thurs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5:30pm-6:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6:30pm-7:30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajJ8Z33l4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FVS66xaPEKs/s1600-h/hiphop+freestyle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307714200430679938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajJ8Z33l4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FVS66xaPEKs/s320/hiphop+freestyle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Learn the Basic Hip Hop moves, venture into the world of Dance, be the master of your own body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Saturday 2pm-3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Special Promotions Available For student, Simply Present your Student ID and YouMay enjoy the class at ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; $5 !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajMfY2ZdOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v3IkX7bX4is/s1600-h/hip+hop+girl+style.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307717000474752226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajMfY2ZdOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/v3IkX7bX4is/s320/hip+hop+girl+style.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"&gt;Love Hip Hop? Do it the Girlicious Way! Learn the Sexy Funky Moves as Seen on Tv!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 3pm-4pm&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Special Promotions Available For Students! Simply present your Student ID and You many&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the class at ONLY $5 !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Join Us Today!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;here are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them. ~Vicki Baum&lt;!--, quoted in Highs by Alex J. Packer--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;em&gt;Interested? Please Drop by at our Studio 15 minutes before Classes, Or Contact us @ 0168502755 Michelle or 0168580528 Samantha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-1870292950136102877?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/1870292950136102877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=1870292950136102877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1870292950136102877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1870292950136102877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/02/misa-luvi-dance-fitness-studio-march.html' title='Misa Luvi Dance &amp; Fitness Studio: March Notice'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SajhflBIV-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VULOCfnnMOk/s72-c/logo2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-5865064996273746238</id><published>2009-02-23T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:06:30.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天使过期居留</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SaKajPYLsFI/AAAAAAAAALE/XGdp3UvSlR8/s1600-h/angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305973241209925714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SaKajPYLsFI/AAAAAAAAALE/XGdp3UvSlR8/s200/angels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终点不是你的指尖，&lt;br /&gt;是在你心里徜徉。&lt;br /&gt;如果可以栖息，就这样。。&lt;br /&gt;不再让我出走。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle T&lt;br /&gt;23.02.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-5865064996273746238?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/5865064996273746238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=5865064996273746238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/5865064996273746238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/5865064996273746238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='天使过期居留'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SaKajPYLsFI/AAAAAAAAALE/XGdp3UvSlR8/s72-c/angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-8625067393739526530</id><published>2009-01-19T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:09:59.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know the price of&lt;br /&gt;Success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Dedication, Hard Work and a Devotion&lt;br /&gt;to the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; You want to see&lt;br /&gt;Happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Frank Lloyd Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-8625067393739526530?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/8625067393739526530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=8625067393739526530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8625067393739526530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8625067393739526530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote Of The Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-2248568239984553907</id><published>2009-01-03T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:33:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! This one's Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldnt help but laughed out loud.  I love the Lyrics. What better speaks for a girl like me right now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;21&lt;em&gt; Things I want in a LOVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you derive joy when someone else succeeds? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you not play dirty when engaged in competition? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you have a big intellectual capacity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but know That it alone does not equate wisdom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you see everything as an illusion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But enjoy it even though you are not of it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you both masculine and feminine? politically aware? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't believe in capital punishment? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are 21 things that I want in a lover &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you derive joy from diving in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and seeing that Loving someone can actually feel like freedom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are you funny? la self-deprecating? like adventure? and have many formed opinions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are 21 things that I want in a lover &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not necessarily needs but qualities that I prefer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I figure I can describe it since I have a choice in the matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are 21 things I choose to choose in a lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in no hurry I could wait forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in no rush cuz I like being solo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are no worries and certainly no pressure in the meantime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll live like there's no tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are you uninhibited in bed? more than three times a week? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Up for being experimental? are you athletic? Are you thriving in a job that helps your brother? are you not addicted?...curious and communicative...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-2248568239984553907?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/2248568239984553907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=2248568239984553907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/2248568239984553907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/2248568239984553907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-this-ones-good.html' title='Wow! This one&apos;s Good!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-1048226539408399529</id><published>2008-12-26T14:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:42:53.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW IN TOWN: MISA LUVI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX1dFXXnmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nqrBJjSDChY/s1600-h/final+signboard-misa+luvi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284399617794350690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX1dFXXnmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nqrBJjSDChY/s320/final+signboard-misa+luvi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX1HAwLcSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7YfSixm41e8/s1600-h/letterhead2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284399238599110946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX1HAwLcSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7YfSixm41e8/s320/letterhead2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;MISA LUVI DANCE &amp;amp; FITNESS STUDIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;INTERIOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX12qqVEKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UXCN7PnWm3Q/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284400057302716578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX12qqVEKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/UXCN7PnWm3Q/s320/DSC00115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX2fjQJCSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7Zfp-LDQ7Us/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284400759688464674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX2fjQJCSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/7Zfp-LDQ7Us/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX20nEX7KI/AAAAAAAAAKk/toLFx97MYgE/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284401121490103458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX20nEX7KI/AAAAAAAAAKk/toLFx97MYgE/s320/DSC00117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX3FdnhYjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GodK44zb4Yw/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284401411010945586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX3FdnhYjI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GodK44zb4Yw/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Gateway To Fabulousity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX3l1Ou0iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/82SpAggs9YY/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284401967105233442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX3l1Ou0iI/AAAAAAAAAK8/82SpAggs9YY/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-1048226539408399529?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/1048226539408399529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=1048226539408399529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1048226539408399529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1048226539408399529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-in-town-misa-luvi.html' title='NEW IN TOWN: MISA LUVI'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SVX1dFXXnmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/nqrBJjSDChY/s72-c/final+signboard-misa+luvi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-4946727716441309638</id><published>2008-12-20T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:06:30.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child like..</title><content type='html'>I have decided to sit down in a corner, and curl myself into a ball.&lt;br /&gt;Coz,&lt;br /&gt;No longer would there be a pair of safe arms that hold me in when i cry.&lt;br /&gt;No longer would i feel the warmth of his chest, or hear the sound of his kind, beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;From now on, there would only be the lost child, with herself.&lt;br /&gt;No one to catch her when she falls,&lt;br /&gt;No one to lift her up when she gets defeated,&lt;br /&gt;No one to watch over her when she sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;No one to make her feel safe from harms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to sit down in a corner, and curl myself into a ball.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending,i am safe in your arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-4946727716441309638?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/4946727716441309638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=4946727716441309638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4946727716441309638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4946727716441309638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/12/child-like.html' title='Child like..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-3330009919359064037</id><published>2008-12-20T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:25:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And u think u've concluded it all</title><content type='html'>And i sang all night..letting the music carry me,hopefully away from the world that i am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its a strangely hollow feeling. One minute,u think u are tough and all pain can be absorbed and letted out without even being noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next minute, u feel shitty, u feel as vulnerable as an ugly ducking being lost in an overpopulated city in the winter, without ur shoes and clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, exactly, that is the feeling i feel now.   Cold, painful,shameful,alone,shivering,.my soul is lost somwhr away from the body,only slightly attached to the finger tip.   One careless sneeze might mean i would be a souless person forever. But that is how easy it is to fall into a blackhole that has no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next minute u think, what the heck. Why am i feeling shitty when the end of something bad should mean the beginning of something nice? and the u realize, comforting words have always been overrated.  when u are sad, U ARE SAD.  No matter what others tell u , u dun cheer up right away.  U indulge in the sorrow, and cry and cry and cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n then u laugh. n then u cry. n then u wonder what you are, and what it is all really about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-3330009919359064037?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/3330009919359064037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=3330009919359064037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/3330009919359064037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/3330009919359064037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-u-think-uve-concluded-it-all.html' title='And u think u&apos;ve concluded it all'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-1127981710567836511</id><published>2008-12-09T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:37:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't stray ,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever go away .&lt;br /&gt;I should be much too smart for this ,&lt;br /&gt;You know it gets the better of me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes ,&lt;br /&gt;When you and I collide,&lt;br /&gt;I fall into an ocean of you.&lt;br /&gt;Pull me out in time ,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me drown ,&lt;br /&gt;And let me down .&lt;br /&gt;I say its all because of you&lt;br /&gt;And here I go,&lt;br /&gt;Losing my control.&lt;br /&gt;I'm practising your name ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I can say it to your face.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem right to look you in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;And let all the things you mean to me come tumbling out my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed its time ,&lt;br /&gt;Tell you why ,&lt;br /&gt;I say its infinately true.&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay,&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and go ,Like you do .&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need to know,&lt;br /&gt;All about you .&lt;br /&gt;And there's no cure,&lt;br /&gt;And no way to be sure,&lt;br /&gt;Why everything's&lt;br /&gt;turned inside out .&lt;br /&gt;Instilling so much doubt,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so tired ,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so uninspired .&lt;br /&gt;My head is battling&lt;br /&gt;with my heart ,&lt;br /&gt;My logic has&lt;br /&gt;been torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;And now ,&lt;br /&gt;It all turns sour&lt;br /&gt;Come sweeten&lt;br /&gt;every afternoon .&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like you do .&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need to know&lt;br /&gt;All about you&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Don't come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I need to know..all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-1127981710567836511?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/1127981710567836511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=1127981710567836511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1127981710567836511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1127981710567836511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/12/sway.html' title='Sway'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-4167307231493386478</id><published>2008-12-07T12:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:01:11.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>1. What’s your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;1st Choice:To be Warren Buffet no.2&lt;br /&gt;2nd Choice:To be a successful entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion:I want to be someone who's rich enough to turn the world around, t my favor ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who the boyfriend is, and who the friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt think about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;More than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;I can have a dozen if i don't actually have to go through the pain of giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;It's natural phenomena. Whether u see it or not, its not up to u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;2008? To get myself a degree and to Start a dance studio of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Sadly it's not quite here yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend like to u? (List 10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyal, Fun, Loving, Spoils me, Proud of me, watches me when i go to sleep, wake up in the middle of night to cook for me when i'm hungry, loves me for who i am, someone who can be on par with my self-esteem,rubs my back and kiss my forehead every now and then, hold my hand wherever we go, understand that my temper is of a 6 yrs old bad kid but i mean no harm at all,someone who thinks im the most important person in the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..u said 10?  Perfect bf doesnt come in just 10 features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: Edward Cullen is the perfect boyfriend.   &lt;br /&gt;10. What are you really afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;insects. rats. reptiles. ghosts. heart broken. snakes. being ugly. not being myself.washing dishes.throwing garbage.eewww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;i do not like to fold my clothes. my randomness.  cleanliness fetish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people who hate you?&lt;br /&gt;I dun give a damn .Go ahead and hate me till ur chest aches.yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. State a random fact about yourself&lt;br /&gt;I love baileys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;an anti-gravity attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;To restore my sense of contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Define Love.&lt;br /&gt;aaahh..it makes the mind boggle. still seeking for the answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words.&lt;br /&gt;(This goes to Wei Chen)&lt;br /&gt;# kind hearted&lt;br /&gt;# attractive personality &lt;br /&gt;# hard working&lt;br /&gt;# tall!&lt;br /&gt;# easy going&lt;br /&gt;# truthful and sincere&lt;br /&gt;# smart ass&lt;br /&gt;# Understanding&lt;br /&gt;# great skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What have you done to yourself make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;# Shopped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What will u become in another 10 years to come?&lt;br /&gt;# 35 yrs old.  :S i hate this question. U dun have to remind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;# Drink water.  I'm feeling very sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-4167307231493386478?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/4167307231493386478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=4167307231493386478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4167307231493386478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4167307231493386478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-6562395972594945742</id><published>2008-12-02T00:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:52:52.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Enough time and chances have been given. &lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake, you were the one who let things slip away.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when i was sad about it, about you not defending my most sacred feelings. My love for us.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, that u werent there for me, too many a time.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, when i wanted to cry, u didnt even know.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, when i was laughing out loud, u didn't get to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, when i get all the compliments in the world, u didn't know what it was for.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, when i retreated to the darkest world of my own, u said u're by my side, that im not alone. But the fact was, i was alone coz u're not there.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, when i walk through everyday's life, u were walking through ur own.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, that when i fell, it wasnt u who picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, that i have too little memories of time spent together.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, that i thought love conquers all, while u had a different belief.&lt;br /&gt;I was sad about it, that i know that present is a gift, but u've chosen to be absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us this long to finally realise, that we have always been on different paths.  Why look back now?  Why cry since u didn't smile when u had it?  We made our mistakes, we've learnt it.  Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-6562395972594945742?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/6562395972594945742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=6562395972594945742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6562395972594945742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6562395972594945742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-8372205915754422353</id><published>2008-11-12T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:07:12.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Favorite Song</title><content type='html'>*I smiled enough&lt;br /&gt;I flirted enough&lt;br /&gt;I posed enough&lt;br /&gt;Got freaky enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures enough&lt;br /&gt;Conversated enough&lt;br /&gt;I sipped enough&lt;br /&gt;I got enough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby wont you get me out of this club, &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRIzzquxtOI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRIzzquxtOI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-8372205915754422353?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/8372205915754422353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=8372205915754422353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8372205915754422353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8372205915754422353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/11/latest-favorite-song.html' title='Latest Favorite Song'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-2082241469349905289</id><published>2008-11-07T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:57:20.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNRR9rdIcag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xNRR9rdIcag&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across a video today of Phillipine All Stars in the World Hip Hop Championship.  Have to share it with u all, love it love it totally love it.  Notice at 00:40, when the dancer 'bounce'.  How cool is that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those who has a thing for dancing, this is a must watch.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-2082241469349905289?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/2082241469349905289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=2082241469349905289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/2082241469349905289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/2082241469349905289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/11/cool-video.html' title='Cool Video'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-243540904683316059</id><published>2008-10-30T22:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:43:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Letters Word, 3 Syllabus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Reason we can't say those 3 words is that they aren't true. I think we both know,the moment we do,it wont be the start of something,it will be the end." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By Chuck Bass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-243540904683316059?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/243540904683316059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=243540904683316059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/243540904683316059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/243540904683316059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-letter-words-3-syllabus.html' title='8 Letters Word, 3 Syllabus'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-8908738777157774753</id><published>2008-10-29T07:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:44:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Story</title><content type='html'>The Fox and the Little Prince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was then that the fox appeared. "Good morning" said the fox."Good morning" the little prince responded politely&lt;br /&gt;although when he turned around he saw nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm right here" the voice said, "under the apple tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added,&lt;br /&gt;"You're very pretty to look at."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a fox", the fox said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince, "I'm so unhappy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't play with you," the fox said, "I'm not tamed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! Please excuse me,"said the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;But after some thought, he added: "What does that mean—'tame'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do not live here," said the fox, "What is it you're looking for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean—tame?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Men,"said the fox, "they've guns, and they hunt. It's very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," said the little prince. "I'm looking for friends. What does that mean—tame?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To establish ties?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just that," said the fox. "to me, you're still nothing more than a little boy&lt;br /&gt;who's just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you.&lt;br /&gt;And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I'm nothing more than a fox&lt;br /&gt;like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other.&lt;br /&gt;To me, you'll be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world …"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm beginning to understand," said the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;"There's a flower. . .I think she has tamed me…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is possible," said the fox. "On earth one sees all sorts of things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh but this is not on the earth!" said the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox seemed perplexed, and very curious.&lt;br /&gt;"On another planet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are there hunters on that planet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah that's interesting! Are there chickens?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.&lt;br /&gt;But he came back to his idea.&lt;br /&gt;"My life's very monotonous," he said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me.&lt;br /&gt;All chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike.&lt;br /&gt;And in consequence, I am a little bored.&lt;br /&gt;But if you tame me, it'll be as if the sun came to shine on my life.&lt;br /&gt;I shall know the sound of a step that'll be different from all the others.&lt;br /&gt;Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Yours will call me, like music out of my burrow.&lt;br /&gt;And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder?&lt;br /&gt;I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to me.&lt;br /&gt;The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad.&lt;br /&gt;But you have hair that is the color of gold.&lt;br /&gt;Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me!&lt;br /&gt;The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox gazed at the little prince, for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;"Please—tame me!" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I've not much time.&lt;br /&gt;I've friends to discover, and a great many things to understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;"Men have no more time to understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;They buy things all ready made at the shops.&lt;br /&gt;But there's no shop anywhere where one can buy friendship,&lt;br /&gt;and so men have no friends any more.&lt;br /&gt;If you want a friend, tame me…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What must I do, to tame you? asked the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be very patient," replied the fox.&lt;br /&gt;First you'll sit down at a little distance from me - like that - in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Words are the source of misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;But you'll sit a little closer to me, every day…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the little prince came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;"If for example, you came at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock&lt;br /&gt;I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and happier as the hour advances.&lt;br /&gt;At four o'clock, I shall be worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am!&lt;br /&gt;But if you come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour&lt;br /&gt;my heart is ready to greet you… One must observe the proper rites…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's a rite?" asked the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;"they're what make one day different from other days, one hour different from other hours.&lt;br /&gt;There's a rite, for example, among my hunters. Every Thursday they danse with the village girls.&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday's a wonderful day for me! I can take a walk as far as the vineyards.&lt;br /&gt;But if the hunters danced at just any time, every day would be like every other day,&lt;br /&gt;and I should never have any vacation at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the little prince tamed the fox.&lt;br /&gt;And when the hour of his departure drew near—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's your own fault," said the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;"I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes that is so", said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But now you're going to cry!" said the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes that is so" said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then it has done you no good at all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields."&lt;br /&gt;And then he added: "go and look again at the roses.&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand now that yours is unique in all the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then come back to say goodbye to me, and I will make you a present of a secret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little prince went away, to look again at the roses.&lt;br /&gt;"You're not at all like my rose," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"As yet you are nothing. No one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one.&lt;br /&gt;You're like my fox when I first knew him.&lt;br /&gt;He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.&lt;br /&gt;But I have made a friend, and now he's unique in all the world."&lt;br /&gt;And the roses were very much embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;"You're beautiful, but you're empty," he went on. "One could not die for you.&lt;br /&gt;To be sure, an ordinary passerby would think that my rose looked just like you&lt;br /&gt;–the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she's more important&lt;br /&gt;than all the hundreds of you other roses:&lt;br /&gt;because it is she that I have watered;&lt;br /&gt;because it is she that I have put under the glass globe;&lt;br /&gt;because it is for her that I've killed the caterpillars&lt;br /&gt;(except the two or three we saved to become butterflies);&lt;br /&gt;because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled,&lt;br /&gt;or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Because she is MY rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he went back to meet the fox.&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye," said the fox.&lt;br /&gt;"And now here's my secret, a very simple secret:&lt;br /&gt;It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;&lt;br /&gt;what is essential is invisible to the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is essential is invisible to the eye,"&lt;br /&gt;the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the time I have wasted for my rose–"&lt;br /&gt;said the little prince so he would be sure to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget it.&lt;br /&gt;You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.&lt;br /&gt;You are responsible for your rose…"&lt;/strong&gt;"I am responsible for my rose,"&lt;br /&gt;the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "The Little Prince" by Antoine de St. Exupery.  A most lovely chapter from a most lovely book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-8908738777157774753?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/8908738777157774753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=8908738777157774753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8908738777157774753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8908738777157774753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favorite-story.html' title='My Favorite Story'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-6173178460130696920</id><published>2008-10-26T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:44:03.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Night</title><content type='html'>I am tired. I am tired. I am tired. &lt;br /&gt;I am confused. I am confused. I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to decide. I am afraid to decide. I am afraid to decide.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer know what is right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt myself, for the mistakes that i am capable of committing.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things havent happened in parallel on the time line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-6173178460130696920?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/6173178460130696920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=6173178460130696920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6173178460130696920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6173178460130696920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/10/saturday-night.html' title='Saturday Night'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-7831462276750591639</id><published>2008-10-22T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:31:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>擁抱 by 五月天</title><content type='html'>擁抱的那一刻, 時間用一種奇妙的方式, 停頓了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;擁抱 by 五月天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脫下長日的假面　奔向夢幻的疆界&lt;br /&gt;南瓜馬車的午夜　換上童話的玻璃鞋&lt;br /&gt;讓我享受這感覺　我是孤傲的薔薇&lt;br /&gt;讓我品嚐這滋味　紛亂世界的不了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天太近　明天太遠　默默聆聽那黑夜&lt;br /&gt;晚風吻盡　荷花葉　任我醉倒在池邊&lt;br /&gt;等你清楚看見我的美　月光曬乾眼淚&lt;br /&gt;哪一個人　愛我　將我的手　緊握&lt;br /&gt;抱緊我　吻我　喔　愛　別走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;隱藏自己的疲倦　表達自己的狼狽&lt;br /&gt;放縱自己的狂野　找尋自己的明天&lt;br /&gt;向你要求的誓言　就算是你的謊言&lt;br /&gt;我需要愛的慰藉　就算那愛已如潮水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a song,u resound in my head..over and over again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-7831462276750591639?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/7831462276750591639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=7831462276750591639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7831462276750591639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7831462276750591639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/10/by.html' title='擁抱 by 五月天'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-6911873234263984069</id><published>2008-06-03T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:48:37.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless My Loved Ones</title><content type='html'>Lulu told me there is an earthquake in Tai-Chung Last night.  I'm so worried.  She is almost done for the semester.  Tho i really feel like asking her to fly home right away, i cant tell her that.  Am i over reacting? I so wish that everyone is at home,Papa, Lulu, Didi . Away from scary natural disasters thats been catching people off-guard.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,Please Safe guard the Ones away from home till they get home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-6911873234263984069?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/6911873234263984069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=6911873234263984069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6911873234263984069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6911873234263984069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-bless-my-loved-ones.html' title='God Bless My Loved Ones'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-4211582266485834792</id><published>2008-05-30T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:57.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Well Soon Our Little Pipi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SD7mERaLzuI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Rghl4RulgI/s1600-h/pipi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SD7mERaLzuI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Rghl4RulgI/s320/pipi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205851180353965794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Poor Little Pipi is sick.  She's been sleeping a lot since 2 days ago.  she is totally weak today and she has even lost appetite.  Gotta bring her to the vet tomorrow.  Suddenly feeel so worry.  Pipi is like our baby sister.  The realy little one.  Everybody loves her.  So i gotta make sure she stays healthy and happy and running about actively like she usually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muaks! Get Well Soon Pipi! JJ yangyang ni!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-4211582266485834792?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/4211582266485834792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=4211582266485834792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4211582266485834792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4211582266485834792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-well-soon-our-little-pipi.html' title='Get Well Soon Our Little Pipi'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/SD7mERaLzuI/AAAAAAAAADg/1Rghl4RulgI/s72-c/pipi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-6461011051059786578</id><published>2008-05-18T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:04:59.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of The Day</title><content type='html'>攔路雨偏似雪花　飲泣的你凍嗎　這風褸我給你磨到有襟花 &lt;br /&gt;連調了職也不怕　怎麼始終牽掛　苦心選中今天想車你回家 &lt;br /&gt;原諒我不再送花　傷口應要結疤　花瓣鋪滿心裡墳場才害怕 &lt;br /&gt;如若你非我不嫁　彼此終必火化　一生一世等一天需要代價 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰都只得那雙手　靠擁抱亦難任你擁有　要擁有必先懂失去怎接受 &lt;br /&gt;曾沿著雪路浪遊　為何為好事淚流　誰能憑愛意要富士山私有 &lt;br /&gt;何不把悲哀感覺　假設是來自你虛構　試管裡找不到它染污眼眸 &lt;br /&gt;前塵硬化像石頭　隨緣地拋下便逃走 &lt;br /&gt;我絕不罕有　往街裡繞過一周　我便化烏有 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;情人節不要說穿　只敢撫你髮端　這種姿態可會令你更心酸 &lt;br /&gt;留在汽車裡取暖　應該怎麼規勸　怎麼可以將手腕忍痛劃損 &lt;br /&gt;人活到幾歲算短　失戀只有更短　歸家需要幾里路誰能預算 &lt;br /&gt;忘掉我跟你恩怨　櫻花開了幾轉　東京之旅一早比一世遙遠 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰都只得那雙手　靠擁抱亦難為你擁有　要擁有必先懂失去怎接受 &lt;br /&gt;曾沿著雪路浪遊　為何為好事淚流　誰能憑愛意要富士山私有 &lt;br /&gt;何不把悲哀感覺　假設是來自你虛構　試管裡找不到它染污眼眸 &lt;br /&gt;前塵硬化像石頭　隨緣地拋下便逃走 &lt;br /&gt;我絕不罕有　往街裡繞過一周　我便化烏有 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;誰都只得那雙手　靠擁抱亦難任你擁有　要擁有必先懂失去怎接受 &lt;br /&gt;曾沿著雪路浪遊　為何為好事淚流　誰能憑愛意要富士山私有 &lt;br /&gt;何不把悲哀感覺　假設是來自你虛構　試管裡找不到它染污眼眸 &lt;br /&gt;前塵硬化像石頭　隨緣地拋下便逃走 &lt;br /&gt;我絕不罕有　往街裡繞過一周　我便化烏有 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你還嫌不夠　我把這陳年風褸　送贈你解咒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Eason Chan&lt;br /&gt;Title:富士山下&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-6461011051059786578?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/6461011051059786578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=6461011051059786578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6461011051059786578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6461011051059786578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-of-day.html' title='Song of The Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-958783457705085667</id><published>2008-05-18T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:32:02.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>狼狈</title><content type='html'>我没有遗忘你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是所有你存在过我生命里的片段,都被假装不曾发生过了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有这样，我才可以欺瞒自己，说我不是从天堂掉入地狱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要怪我憎恨一切有你的回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的没有憎恨你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我憎恨的只是在回忆面前，显得多么狼狈的自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-958783457705085667?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-4929076406421624368</id><published>2008-05-18T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:54:21.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>如果人有翅膀..</title><content type='html'>是不是所有的距离都就不再遥不可及？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-4929076406421624368?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/4929076406421624368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=4929076406421624368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Avenue&lt;br /&gt;meet me by the entrance of the tube &lt;br /&gt;we can talk things over a little time&lt;br /&gt;but promise me you won't stay by the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;please draw the past and be true&lt;br /&gt;don't say we're okay just because I'm here &lt;br /&gt;you hurt me bad but I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;you think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;and I've been confused outta’ my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;you think you're loving but I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Baby you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue oh&lt;br /&gt;we'll spend an hour but no more than two&lt;br /&gt;Our only chance to speak all slow &lt;br /&gt;I showed you the answers now here's the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue oh&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you baby, that we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I'm leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;you think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;and I've been confused now that my mind left&lt;br /&gt;you think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby you've hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days spent together, I wish for better&lt;br /&gt;and I didn't want the train to come, now it's departed &lt;br /&gt;I'm broken hearted, seems like we never started.&lt;br /&gt;All those things here together, when I wished for better&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving, but you don't love me &lt;br /&gt;I want to be free.&lt;br /&gt;Baby you've hurt me, you don't love me,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby you hurt (heard) me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Duffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-7836851974686944141?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/7836851974686944141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=7836851974686944141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7836851974686944141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7836851974686944141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-think-youre-loving-but-you-dont.html' title='You Think You&apos;re Loving but you don&apos;&apos;t love me..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-1753135636647496541</id><published>2008-03-17T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:51:46.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Ace of Clubs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/clubs.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go at everything in your life full force. You are a natural gambler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life definitely has some extreme highs and lows, but you know how to ride out the low times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total adventure seeker, you are never satisfied by what's normal or ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to push limits and shock people. You're dramatic, but a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life has been a wild ride so far. You have stories that people can barely believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're probably still young... with a lot of wild rides in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gamble you should take: High stakes roulette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Demented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: A high roller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Playing Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-1753135636647496541?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/1753135636647496541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=1753135636647496541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1753135636647496541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1753135636647496541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/03/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-9175210775284727640</id><published>2008-03-09T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T01:13:10.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Katherine(4 Yi)</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to the sweetest yiyi of mine :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of the few people i would willingly turn to when life hands me a unsolvable puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;She has always loved me like her very own little sister.  Teaches me what i should do so i dun get lost in the process of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that she is in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have grown up as gracefully ,if i havent had her as one of our role models.&lt;br /&gt;I belieev it goes the same for my sisters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u yiyi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四姨，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  每一年的生日，我都会许一个愿望。 祝我快乐。因为快乐是我爱我自己，最好的方式。&lt;br /&gt;  在每一个我珍惜的人们生日的时候，我也都会默默祈祷， 他们都快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  所以，今年也一样，衷心的希望，你很快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Warmest wishes and Love for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                柔柔&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-9175210775284727640?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/9175210775284727640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=9175210775284727640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/9175210775284727640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/9175210775284727640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-katherine4-yi.html' title='To Katherine(4 Yi)'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-7645374150635032209</id><published>2008-03-04T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:04:40.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0ltdqUw5v0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B0ltdqUw5v0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of the dance we did at the annual party last year.  We choreographed the dance ourselves. The title of the dance is &lt;strong&gt;'CATFIGHT'&lt;/strong&gt;,and the costume was also our own idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEatured Dancers:&lt;br /&gt;Chrys, Kathryn, Samanthat, Larissa, Nicole, Candy, Angel, Angelina, Elaine,Olivia, Stephy, Chloe and of coz Michelle :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-7645374150635032209?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/7645374150635032209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=7645374150635032209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7645374150635032209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/7645374150635032209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/03/dance-video.html' title='Dance Video'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-6185351138088017830</id><published>2008-03-03T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T02:12:43.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body needs Sleep</title><content type='html'>Its already 2 am. I'm still wide awake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backache is killing me.  The Taiwanese physician that i went to this morning ,told me that my backbones have gone zig zag, and that explains the pain that has been bothering me for quite some time.  I believe i'll gain some height by the time my backbones are being recovered to a correct form.  Hehe. Watch out, Michelle will grow taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta wake up early tomorrow. Monday. I kinda hate it. no afternooon nap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sleeeeeeep..plenty of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's be great if i can sleeep all the way till Wednesday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, thats it, goodnight and sleep tight peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-6185351138088017830?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/6185351138088017830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=6185351138088017830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6185351138088017830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/6185351138088017830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/03/body-needs-sleep.html' title='Body needs Sleep'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-764624079974678799</id><published>2008-02-28T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:58.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle is Adam's Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R8b1HclF8QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CB2BbvnVTF4/s1600-h/michelle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R8b1HclF8QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CB2BbvnVTF4/s320/michelle.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172090730361254146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bestfriend Forever featured me in his blog recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big big thank you to &lt;strong&gt;Adam&lt;/strong&gt;, for carefully selecting the photos, and also for not showing the ones that i have posed..ermm...exclusively is the word i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is one of my favorite blogger/writer. To have him writing about me is very flattering.  Some of his posts are so sad yet beautifully written that sometimes i wish he's writing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, im going to blog about him, but i'm still researching. Gathering Info and taking photographs, spying on him etc.  So far,other than the fact that he's a great friend, i only know that he goes around in his ride a lot, and i literally hear the teenage babes scream in excitement everytime he passes the schools.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. Im not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..this is the link to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://adamkuek.blogspot.com/2008/02/adams-friend-finder-michelle-ting.html&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-764624079974678799?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/764624079974678799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=764624079974678799' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/764624079974678799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/764624079974678799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/02/michelle-is-adams-friend.html' title='Michelle is Adam&apos;s Friend'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R8b1HclF8QI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CB2BbvnVTF4/s72-c/michelle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-1311888992412763787</id><published>2008-02-19T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:13:59.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting up with the Old Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R7pNCslF8GI/AAAAAAAAABk/W98_ifkTUZA/s1600-h/theguys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R7pNCslF8GI/AAAAAAAAABk/W98_ifkTUZA/s320/theguys.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168528231082881122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R:Ik King, Chen Siong, Han Ping, Yau Chen, Ryan and Ching Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth Day of Chinese New Year, i managed to meet up with some old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yau Chen is back from Perth, this time bringing his new found girlfriend. They seem to be sweet together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Ping brought his gf Tze Wei with him. They would soon be celebrating the 1 year anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching Lim just arrived from Singapore that very morning. Looking all grown up and talking like he's all grown up. He has changed so much,in a good way of coz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is back too. He left Mii the morning after. He is definitely the type of friend i only get to see once a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Yian is back too. This chic is still as independent as usual, funny as usual. i laughed all night with her. It's so good to hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Yun and her Husband Ah Thim only dropped by for a short while, so we din manage to take a photo with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R7pOUclF8II/AAAAAAAAAB0/o0PI27NVWqE/s1600-h/P1050602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R7pOUclF8II/AAAAAAAAAB0/o0PI27NVWqE/s320/P1050602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168529635537186946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: Ai Yian, Ching Lim, Ik King and now gf,Elva, Chen Siong,Yau Chen n his gf,Han Ping n Tze Wei, Me n Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R7pN38lF8HI/AAAAAAAAABs/qNgSdKiZvfI/s1600-h/P1050601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R7pN38lF8HI/AAAAAAAAABs/qNgSdKiZvfI/s320/P1050601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168529145910915186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-1311888992412763787?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/1311888992412763787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=1311888992412763787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1311888992412763787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/1311888992412763787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/02/meeting-up-with-old-gang.html' title='Meeting up with the Old Gang'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/R7pNCslF8GI/AAAAAAAAABk/W98_ifkTUZA/s72-c/theguys.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-8308530082602757656</id><published>2008-02-14T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T02:32:24.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>Somebody told me this, which i find really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'M maybe not your bf but at least i claimed myself to be your Bff. Cheer up ya.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a lot better after that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THanks BFF, u know who u are lar! &gt;.~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-8308530082602757656?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/8308530082602757656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=8308530082602757656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8308530082602757656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/8308530082602757656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/02/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200891107259967705.post-4051084250954595076</id><published>2008-02-13T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T02:34:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>彻夜</title><content type='html'>失眠了..好辛苦&lt;br /&gt;我真的很希望,可以一转身,就忘了所有伤心.&lt;br /&gt;那么,就不会再感到无能为力.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200891107259967705-4051084250954595076?l=dancingqueencess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/feeds/4051084250954595076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200891107259967705&amp;postID=4051084250954595076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4051084250954595076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200891107259967705/posts/default/4051084250954595076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingqueencess.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_12.html' title='彻夜'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04122746755581281492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='18' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DVibkiTXtvM/S-tX_XnBmHI/AAAAAAAAATo/TiqSGUbFu28/S220/jmsep.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
