<?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-9390876</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:11:18.957+10:00</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='pretty'/><category term='cake'/><category term='food'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='cupcake'/><category term='chinese new year'/><title type='text'>A spoon full of sugar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>392</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-3893777622636553580</id><published>2007-03-20T16:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:17:08.807+11:00</updated><title type='text'>technorati!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/claim/fbpd9j3bhe" rel="me"&gt;Technorati Profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-3893777622636553580?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3893777622636553580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=3893777622636553580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/3893777622636553580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/3893777622636553580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3893777622636553580' title='technorati!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-8508553108982603705</id><published>2007-03-11T12:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:13:19.072+11:00</updated><title type='text'>this little piggy went to the market</title><content type='html'>Keo points out what an organic freak I am, then i realize i really do love my food. &lt;br /&gt;well, I'm feeling tastefully happy now that I've gone to the market and bought all sorts of stuff that seem to make me very&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; happy. I would find another word to describe how I feel...ecstatic, overjoyed, jumping with glee...but you know it's just sugarcoated happy. &lt;strong&gt;I AM HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of all things HAPPY, i want a &lt;strong&gt;MR HA&lt;/strong&gt;PPY tee. Vee wants the batman one (i never knew she liked batman) and i want the MR HAPPY one. Maybe we might get it, seems like this whole &lt;strong&gt;I DONT FCKING HAVE A JOB &lt;/strong&gt;issue is getting to me because I DONT FCKING HAVE A JOB. and mind you, I'm looking. god &lt;em&gt;i sound so desperate now.&lt;/em&gt; Please ignore this minor breakdown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS! studystudy. Im thinking of what to cook for lunch. All sorts of nice yummy stuff because I just went to the market!!! laadeedaa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: pharoah and linseed bread with PEANUT BUTTER!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-8508553108982603705?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/8508553108982603705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=8508553108982603705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/8508553108982603705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/8508553108982603705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8508553108982603705' title='this little piggy went to the market'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-6786150516436977834</id><published>2007-03-07T23:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T23:30:14.160+11:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>HERE'S A QUICKIE!&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeeeeriously busy with my other blog (i still love this one..promise!!)&lt;br /&gt;http://vanillavanillapod.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you haven't seen it, YOU SHOULD NOW!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, Uni's been busy, good to say the very least. At least i don't have 3 hours blocks of nothing to do while waiting for my next class. this sem, its pretty good, half days mostly. heh, LUCKY ME! desperately LOOKING for a JOB! a teensy bit stressed over it, actually ALOT stressed over it... so uh-huh. no fun.=( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELLS! tomorrow's thursday. YAY. i hate that i have a 4.15 tute though. but i shant be a whiney and..whine about it.=X&lt;br /&gt;til next time!!!&lt;br /&gt;ORDER CUPCAKES!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: carrot cake&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: ps (i'm still not over you)- Rihanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-6786150516436977834?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6786150516436977834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=6786150516436977834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/6786150516436977834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/6786150516436977834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6786150516436977834' title='quickie'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-3810460550156511379</id><published>2007-02-17T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T19:48:00.046+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOH, i find mandarins absolutely...yummy. =) theyre such amazing little bundles of joy! heh. tis is pure love for chinese new year i say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, the house smells like fresh coconut and banana and mango. can you say yum, or maybe 'BAHAMAS....' maybe not. the pies are going to make their trip to malaysia tomorrow, alongside me and the rest of the family! whooopdeeedoo. i hope the relations rave about them. It would be satisfying, and maybe i'll get full from the raves that i wont have to eat much, and then i can lose weight. WHICH IS TOP PRIORITY ON MY 'TO DO' LIST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS FREDDDD. =( it's okay, soonsoon. But i'll miss everyone else here too. my heart is split right down the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama from the past few days of crying has dissolved with the buying of a new purple dress for CNY. oh guess what i found out while shopping today? i aDORE black. 'did u just figure that out?' they ask. &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyway my lovelies, til tuesday..or maybe wednesday, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR and EAT MORE &lt;/strong&gt;coz that's what it's all about, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: mandarins&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-3810460550156511379?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3810460550156511379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=3810460550156511379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/3810460550156511379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/3810460550156511379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3810460550156511379' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-3163030438596358037</id><published>2007-02-12T17:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T17:31:36.344+11:00</updated><title type='text'>gosssip</title><content type='html'>DARN. as much as i love lindsay lohan, its soooo unfair that she's the new face of Miu Miu. I hEART Miu Miu. =( well, she better look good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thats all i've got to rant about so far, oh and i love Cassie's new video =) and banana coconut pie. yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-3163030438596358037?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/3163030438596358037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=3163030438596358037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/3163030438596358037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/3163030438596358037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3163030438596358037' title='gosssip'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-602849312064890222</id><published>2007-02-11T17:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:30:41.252+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FAILED! nono, lets be a little more positive... my experiment needs tweaking? lol. I suppose it would've been alot nicer if I was more enthusiastic about the experiment in the first place. I spent the morning convincing myself that the taste of a Lychee Lemon muffin would be nice... but somehow, the convincing obviously didn't work. HAH. and i realized, i bake heaps better if i were actually hungry. so lesson learnt: NEVER BAKE ON A FULL STOMACH. in any case, here's what i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a cocacola cake, but instead, used lemonade in place of the cola, added lychee pieces and omitted the cocoa from the recipe. Of course, the fact that i didn't have buttermilk MIGHT have played a BIG part. the milk seemed...curdled after i tempered with it. OHWELL, the italian meringue frosting was not what i had in mind. in fact, it was NOTHING like i had planned. then again, i never really envisioned the taste of it properly since like i had, i was unconvinced of it's potential to be a GROUNDBREAKING muffin. there goes. maybe i should make something with Kaya instead. i do love a good dollop of kaya. kaya and peanut butter? suggestions anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Vee wanted me to do a 'what's in my bag' thingy. so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc63F3CeWdI/AAAAAAAAACI/dMK9IVgx5E0/s1600-h/stuff1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc63F3CeWdI/AAAAAAAAACI/dMK9IVgx5E0/s320/stuff1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030159145120979410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The bag with my stuff in it...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc6253CeWcI/AAAAAAAAACA/IWo3qMJM_gg/s1600-h/stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc6253CeWcI/AAAAAAAAACA/IWo3qMJM_gg/s320/stuff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030158938962549186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;whats inside... &lt;strong&gt;CK jacket, little waterbottle &lt;/strong&gt;(singapore is HOT AS!),&lt;strong&gt; my wallet, my Gucci sunglasses, my handphone, liquid eyeliner &lt;/strong&gt;(just bought it), &lt;strong&gt;supermarket shopping list, tissue paper!, plasters, piece of ppr with stella mccartney's fragrance sprayed on it&lt;/strong&gt; (to keep my bag smelling good), &lt;strong&gt;lingerie&lt;/strong&gt; (just got it!).&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go! whats in my bigbig bag. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: failed muffins&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: the high road- Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-602849312064890222?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/602849312064890222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=602849312064890222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/602849312064890222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/602849312064890222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#602849312064890222' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc63F3CeWdI/AAAAAAAAACI/dMK9IVgx5E0/s72-c/stuff1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-4553833746136439472</id><published>2007-02-10T23:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T15:53:29.194+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>berry me under streusel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc25OnCeWbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5zxkJYpp0PM/s1600-h/bb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc25OnCeWbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5zxkJYpp0PM/s320/bb1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029880019491379634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic said she had a craving for blueberry muffins and obviously, i took it as another oppotunity to PRACTICE baking! =) so out came the whisks, the muffin pan and the cupcake liners. and in went the blueberries (mom got them fresh! from the market, sooooo delicious and sweet i refused to use all in the muffins), the sugar and sour cream. and the result! crumbly crunchy stresel atop a moist brimming with berries muffin. and because joshie was sweeet enough to walk to my place and deliver the cake pan i lent him to put the blueberry cheesecake i baked him, he got one too. =) now THAT'S a fair trade. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: ADOBO!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: i think we're alone now- The click five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-4553833746136439472?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4553833746136439472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=4553833746136439472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/4553833746136439472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/4553833746136439472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4553833746136439472' title='berry me under streusel'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rc25OnCeWbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5zxkJYpp0PM/s72-c/bb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-4448075969558633180</id><published>2007-02-09T15:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:34:12.936+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO MOVED MY CHEEEEESE.=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv9TnCeWaI/AAAAAAAAABc/xrsU7mbko4c/s1600-h/work2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv9TnCeWaI/AAAAAAAAABc/xrsU7mbko4c/s320/work2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029391922227992994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Felicia and Me! ohgod, we look like spastic puppies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv9I3CeWZI/AAAAAAAAABU/OpB9blQSiDI/s1600-h/work1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv9I3CeWZI/AAAAAAAAABU/OpB9blQSiDI/s320/work1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029391737544399250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHOCOLATECHOCOLATE, i love the chocolate room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv8ynCeWXI/AAAAAAAAABE/01Huw8pQRs4/s1600-h/work_family!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv8ynCeWXI/AAAAAAAAABE/01Huw8pQRs4/s320/work_family!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029391355292309874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The production team. Kelvin, KangKang, HweeYing and Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv8n3CeWWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HD_5d_myu_w/s1600-h/work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv8n3CeWWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/HD_5d_myu_w/s320/work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029391170608716130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The nicest of the French chefs (and cutest too...) =) and FoongLing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them already!=) I swear, this is possibly one of the best spent holidays ever and I'm feeling all positive and cheery. whoopdeedoo for therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: Chewy PB and CC oatmeal cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: smile- Lily Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-4448075969558633180?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4448075969558633180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=4448075969558633180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/4448075969558633180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/4448075969558633180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4448075969558633180' title='WHO MOVED MY CHEEEEESE.=)'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/Rcv9TnCeWaI/AAAAAAAAABc/xrsU7mbko4c/s72-c/work2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-4807880532751696738</id><published>2007-02-05T21:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:34:13.240+11:00</updated><title type='text'>one step closer</title><content type='html'>The kitchen was invaded by a waft of very French-ness today. I might have been slightly in awe and slightly upset i didn't bother pursueing learning french but hell, i suppose i don't pursue everything i want to learn (i still can't sew...) evidently, i am VERY tired because of the invasion, darn, and now i realize what greatness i was working with today. Christophe Adam, head pastry chef (you might say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;executive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pastry chef) of Fauchon Paris. ARE YOU JEALOUS? i am, even though we SPOKE ( like, ' where's the erm...' me: piping bag?) heh.I'M JEALOUS BECAUSE I AM NOT WORKING WITH HIM (well,...im just a stupid girl in the kitchen as far as he's concerned i suppose). IF ONLY... if only. but i mean, i might also be a little SHY to go near him and ask him WTH he's doing with the pot. oh yes i remember, it's castor sugar and cream. all the making of caramel. see! my basics aren't that bad hey? heh. i suppose i could go far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MADE A HELL LOT OF STUFF TODAY. spent the morning straining stupid mangoes and telling the waft of frenchness where the various kitchen stuff were. I was pleasantly surprised to find we had ordered PINK piping bags. heh, i am so taking one of them home with me. made the coconut tart filling, lemon curd, custard and erm. something. oh yea, parmesan thingies. grating cheese is hard work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH the waft of Frenchness. I suppose it doesnt hurt that one of them mighty fine, andddd he kept smiling at me. or so i think. heh heh heh. i love kitchen candddyyy. the man type.=P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUREVOIR.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: alfie- lily allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-4807880532751696738?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/4807880532751696738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=4807880532751696738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/4807880532751696738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/4807880532751696738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4807880532751696738' title='one step closer'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-46917670293208551</id><published>2007-02-03T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:17:53.768+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pretty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcake'/><title type='text'>cuppaacake a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;tell me they're gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRrVkgLDiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l1u-pYLcCig/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027261102372359714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRrVkgLDiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l1u-pYLcCig/s320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peek-a-boo: spot the cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRrZkgLDjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R9RKdzoS0co/s1600-h/cupcake_hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027261171091836466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRrZkgLDjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/R9RKdzoS0co/s320/cupcake_hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the cute hat? made of homemade choc covered marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRraEgLDkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S2K3ne7TR0g/s1600-h/cupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027261179681771074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRraEgLDkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S2K3ne7TR0g/s320/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my cupcake parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRraUgLDlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jiVTvsh6RRE/s1600-h/parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027261183976738386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRraUgLDlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jiVTvsh6RRE/s320/parade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pink tinted sugar crystals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cupcakes are the best, big enough for two, small enough for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;twisted taste: nothing, nick's violin&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: these funny thin choc thingies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-46917670293208551?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/46917670293208551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=46917670293208551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/46917670293208551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/46917670293208551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#46917670293208551' title='cuppaacake a day'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/RcRrVkgLDiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/l1u-pYLcCig/s72-c/cupcake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-5899026052008298800</id><published>2007-01-27T19:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:58:49.821+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><title type='text'>yummy</title><content type='html'>I am going to psycho myself into thinking i am not hungry because having everything possibly edible sitting in your house is not very helpful to those who want to look a big nicer for chinese new year... and be able to breathe in their clothes. HAHA. yes, the typical weight struggles, i feel like bridget jones &lt;em&gt;sans&lt;/em&gt; grandma undies. well, also without boy trouble.. one thing to be thankful for, least he's supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made stickydate cupcakes (&lt;strong&gt;diet? what diet?)&lt;/strong&gt; for dajie (birthday cake request), therefore, it justifies every single bit of it. plus! wanting to be some superchef justifies half of it anyway. okay, i see myself falling asleep while re-reading this. i shall go... look at pretty people and feel motivated. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: stickydate cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: yummy- gwen stefani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-5899026052008298800?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/5899026052008298800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=5899026052008298800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/5899026052008298800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/5899026052008298800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5899026052008298800' title='yummy'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-6880939519822599252</id><published>2007-01-27T02:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T02:30:01.791+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>food and more food</title><content type='html'>Foods been keeping me up all night, with me waking up bright and early, thinking about how to frost a cake. This addiction is killing me, for sure. everytime i wake up it's like 'dammit, there goes sleeping in...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess i've only myself to blame. Anyway, let's have a review from Josh about the Cheesecake. He said his whole family loves the cheesecake and that they all get HAPPY from eating it. I so did NOT drug it ok.=P haha, ask him yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got a new dress, nisa said it was droolworthy. heh, IT BETTER BE! but in any case, who'd have thought that i'd end up seeing some other girl wearing it while i'm at dinner in some veryvery deserted quaint little italian joint, cept hers was RED. HOLY! talk about singapore being small. makes it seem a whole lot smaller doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHOS! 3 AND A HALF MORE WEEKS. but who's really counting? oh yes, me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-6880939519822599252?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/6880939519822599252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=6880939519822599252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/6880939519822599252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/6880939519822599252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6880939519822599252' title='food and more food'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116926738512039945</id><published>2007-01-20T15:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T15:29:45.140+11:00</updated><title type='text'>even chocolate's got a temper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/1600/755943/syrup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/320/866202/syrup.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vanilla scented orange syrup cooking in a pot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have found out today: the BEST way to get rid of chocolate from your fingers is to lick it off. Food for thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! spent the morning trying to temper with chocolate, might have made a semi-successful attempt at it. I will let you know. Also, got round to making my FIRST order of a cake, more specifically, a cheesecake. blueberry of course just because no other berry will do. =) Josh is coming to pick it up tomorrow, goodie. &lt;strong&gt;IF ANYONE WANTS TO PLACE AN ORDER, JUST TAG ME!&lt;/strong&gt; i am more than happy to get cracking on my baking business. (and josh, do boast about how GOOD it tastes...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the lack of postings, i've been pretty lazy and caught up with other things, like going to Little India and eating super yummy thosai and Mango lassi. I am an official Little India fan. =) Got my sari too, it's the ready made type, which is cheating of course but no one really needs to know. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while i was away, here are some photos that show you what i was &lt;em&gt;REALLLY&lt;/em&gt; doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/1600/480090/blueberrycheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/320/337167/blueberrycheese.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blueberrycheesecake : ugly cakes tastes the best&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/1600/382160/orange%20cupcake_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/320/728385/orange%20cupcake_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orange almond cupcake filled with vanilla scented whipped cream, drizzled with orange syrup, topped with a banana disk (it isn't in the photo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/1600/347954/meis_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/320/622362/meis_cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meimei's birthday cake: chocolate cake with a chocolate mousse layer, topped with chocolate frosting and an array of marshmallows and oreo cookies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: chocolate from tempering with chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: the sweet escape - Gwen Stefani feat. Akon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116926738512039945?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116926738512039945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116926738512039945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116926738512039945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116926738512039945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116926738512039945' title='even chocolate&apos;s got a temper'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116865925067739874</id><published>2007-01-13T14:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:34:10.706+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/1600/111562/anita-maxchaoul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/320/138255/anita-maxchaoul.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally caught up with michelle and josh and a couple of others yesterday at Jx's play. heh. It was good, funny and sarcastic humour, Jx prolly has the makings of something exploding with talent.=) mostly, the part that bugged me was that it was &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; Trinity (let's say, so last &lt;em&gt;last &lt;/em&gt;year), but HEY, whatever. singapore is pretty small, so lets just say, the circle of friends thing is even like, smaller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, apart from work and seeing my colleagues veryvery often (just coz we love each other so much we go out after work all the time), nothing much has been happening. The most exciting thing i can come up with to tell you is that i was caught in a natural disaster, the FLOOD. nuts i swear. went to JB yesterday for abit with my mom, to catch up with my cousin and YAY it decides to raiiinnnn like nobody's business and roads were pretty much inaccessible by the time we deicded we had enough shopping. thankgod Rashid saved us, with his awesome driving skills. so YAY (please note the different tone in the yay's) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL. i am so lucky i live on a hill in singapore, on the thirteenth floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: persimmon&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: like that- JoJo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116865925067739874?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116865925067739874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116865925067739874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116865925067739874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116865925067739874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116865925067739874' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116765830082749736</id><published>2007-01-02T00:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:31:40.843+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the bigger picture</title><content type='html'>Worked today, even though i was sooooo sleepy. haha, most people at work were in the same boat. poor jerome and lawrence, worked for 27 hours. I don't think i can complain anymore. heh! OHWELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im actually glad that i'm working and that i worked on new year's day. I don't know, maybe it's like proving to myself that i CAN do something if i want to. and all the friends i've made, i love all of that. The idea of belonging somewhere and identifying with people. You sorta lose that once you leave secondary/jc. Funny, like they say, people all want to be individuals with a place they belong to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing fredddddd. Almost halfway there baby.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm breaking down i just can;t take anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I won't let you go. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: the high road- Jojo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116765830082749736?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116765830082749736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116765830082749736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116765830082749736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116765830082749736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116765830082749736' title='the bigger picture'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116755112821959886</id><published>2006-12-31T18:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:45:28.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'>w-square and ollie!</title><content type='html'>NEWYEARNEWYEAR! =) i'm gonna be oooollllddddd.... and dajie is halfway to fifty. HOLY! =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, happpy new year! and i hope things are good and sunny, like it's meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S TO GOOD OL' CHOCOLATE CAKES AND all my girrls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee, couldn;t have made it through the year without you. You've been there through everytthing and I really love you to bits! I'm always here, with lychee soho on hand for good or bad. you're my girl.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delle, i wouldn't trade anything for the laughs! We don't spend heaps of time together but you're definitely one of the closest people i hold in my heart. you're a star and i appreciate the way you're always up for a big ol' girlie night. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishie, i'm always gonna be your ppppppig. hehe! our little pow wows over lunches are always a treat. *hugg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G, i love MNC so much more because of you. Our friendship is clear proof of how chick flicks brings out the girlygirl in all of us and thankgod! it brought you me and ana together. lol! MELBOURNE BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich, lectures without are always a blast, especially film lectures. we're both so busy but its good to know that every now and then, we're bound to catch up and we've gotta have more vodka cruisers and malteasers! whoopie! my nineteenth? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just me and my girls.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: hershey's kisses&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:gai shi ying xiong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116755112821959886?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116755112821959886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116755112821959886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116755112821959886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116755112821959886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116755112821959886' title='w-square and ollie!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116685721128628639</id><published>2006-12-23T17:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T18:00:11.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>im not dead</title><content type='html'>Between the time i went to bed and woke up, i dreamt of cows chasing me and angry bulls fighting by a riverbank and the place looked alot like spain. Spanish riverbank? i think i was at a party with fred and his friend but my mom was there too. it only gets strange and stranger-er. Could be the insanely vivid cow dream or maybe the sick feeling of wanting to be in a different place, either way. I am very sleepy and grumpy now. with no one in particular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a cheers to clubbing tonight and new black shoes. Tis the season to be jolly. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: kiwi&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: walk away- paul deanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116685721128628639?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116685721128628639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116685721128628639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116685721128628639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116685721128628639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116685721128628639' title='im not dead'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116653594356745620</id><published>2006-12-20T00:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:45:43.596+11:00</updated><title type='text'>buttons</title><content type='html'>I bought buttons today! Pretty buttons with irregular flower designs. Russell thinks no one will notices the irregularity. hehe, it's okay! I knoww so i'll point it out to people. hehehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find the big vintage gold buttons that I've been hoping to find so i might just have to scour some vintage flea markets if i'm determined enough. I really think my bright blue dress will look fantastic with them... all faded and vintage gold. heh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i just like being alone and think about you.=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: cherries&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:walk away- Paula DeAnda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116653594356745620?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116653594356745620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116653594356745620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116653594356745620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116653594356745620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116653594356745620' title='buttons'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116625403122476895</id><published>2006-12-16T18:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T18:27:11.243+11:00</updated><title type='text'>been waiting here</title><content type='html'>You promised me starry night skies&lt;br /&gt;They just remind me of your shining bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing your voice at night time &lt;br /&gt;Separation seems a sad crime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't think I forgot you&lt;br /&gt;Are oh so sweet and I knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you were here &lt;br /&gt;Things would be more magical&lt;br /&gt;If I was there &lt;br /&gt;Right now would be more radical&lt;br /&gt;You're so not near &lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing I could place a call&lt;br /&gt;And feel closer to you, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles of air and road and land &lt;br /&gt;You separating me from all my plans &lt;br /&gt;We're havin' fun &lt;br /&gt;But something tell me I miss someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you didn't forget me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't forget you&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I always knew, I knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got movies on our list to see &lt;br /&gt;Things to do, just you and me &lt;br /&gt;Calls to make from here and there and back &lt;br /&gt;We've got fun to have and days to spend &lt;br /&gt;Songs to sing or just pretend &lt;br /&gt;At least for now just keep things right on track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no words that could describe how I miss you&lt;br /&gt;and I miss you everyday&lt;br /&gt;cos when I'm lying in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I know im home&lt;br /&gt;and I lay my head against your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy saturday to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: chocolate icing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: just so you know- Jesse McCartney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116625403122476895?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116625403122476895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116625403122476895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116625403122476895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116625403122476895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116625403122476895' title='been waiting here'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116619199217144691</id><published>2006-12-16T01:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:13:12.186+11:00</updated><title type='text'>take my dreams</title><content type='html'>Today's kinda odd to say the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)woke up at 8am and i'm still lasting (in fact, i feel like partying)&lt;br /&gt;2)didnt buy anything but NECESSITIES today&lt;br /&gt;3)got myself a job at the Raffles Hotel? mind you, i didn't even drop an application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. talk about WEIRD. it happened all so fast. First i was too early to meet Josh so i decided to walk around Raffles Hotel and see if any 'positions available' signs were anywhere. Popped into Ah Teng's Cafe to poke around for information, got directed to the Human Resource center and whoooosh. everything happened from there. I now work as a pastry chef kitchen hand. haha not glamourous but I NEED TO SACRIFICE TO BECOME FAMOUS. i repeat that to myself at least 10 times a day or more. i should stick little notes everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. Josh and i went nuts after having tooo much food so we started laughing and yakking gibberish as we walked around cityhall. heh, lovely. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like i do, even more now that i'm leaving &lt;strong&gt;left&lt;/strong&gt; you. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: kushinbo buffet&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:the way you do me- Jojo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116619199217144691?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116619199217144691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116619199217144691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116619199217144691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116619199217144691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116619199217144691' title='take my dreams'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116599863642780405</id><published>2006-12-13T19:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:30:36.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>turkiye</title><content type='html'>i'm homeee again! heh, like the second time. Turkey was like none other, a totally different world though sparks of it did remind me of like, Malaysia or something but wow, the culture and everything was so different, it hardly felt like 10 days away. but i'm glad i'm home, no more lentil soup.HAHA=P. meimei LOVES lentil souuup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is probably going to be the first tour i remember because the last time we went to Korea, i was still 12? so i didn't really remember. WE MADE FRIENDS and that made it even funner!!=) all the gabbering and laughing just made time pass by even faster. awww, because we were stuck with each other for 10 days, i kinda miss them now! oh well..i'm home and lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURKISHDELIGHT, I LOVE.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blog more later, very jet lagged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: turkish delight&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116599863642780405?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116599863642780405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116599863642780405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116599863642780405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116599863642780405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116599863642780405' title='turkiye'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116514172189004812</id><published>2006-12-03T21:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:28:41.926+11:00</updated><title type='text'>clap your hands</title><content type='html'>my dad said i was fat. THATS MEAN. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWHO, went clubbing with VEEEEE like, FINALLY. heh and lawrence and his friends. it was fun albeit a little vexing when it came to the reallyreallyBAD music at Phuture. seriously, and oh yes, when cornered on the dancefloor, please pray that corner-ers are at LEAST...goodlooking. last night was eventful nonetheless in it's own weird way. lets see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)weird old uncle trying to cribwalk-check&lt;br /&gt;2)RANDOM gusts of insanely BIZZARELY cold wind blowing at you mid dancefloor-check&lt;br /&gt;3)terribly bad music-check&lt;br /&gt;4)guy trying to showoff with a waterbottle (?!)-check&lt;br /&gt;5)hawker uncle insisting i am my cousin's girlfriend-check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you see, much fun! i am anticipating more fun stuff ahead. oh goodie. hah and i had no idea emo-mats liked trance/house music. heh amusing. above &amp; beyond's spinning soon, can't wait. takers to join me anyone? VEE?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: peanut candy, coconut candy, chocolate almonds...*guiltstricken&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: dance with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116514172189004812?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116514172189004812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116514172189004812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116514172189004812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116514172189004812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116514172189004812' title='clap your hands'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116486297258519568</id><published>2006-11-30T15:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:02:52.603+11:00</updated><title type='text'>close,closer.</title><content type='html'>i must say this loud and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankgod we didn't choose to go to the beach today even though it's heaps warmer. hehe yesterday was awesome fun, wouldn't wish it any other way, cept maybe 3 degrees warmer? hehe and with the winds toned down a tad. =P. i swear, the winds blew my brain away, alongside beau's melted teddies. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you guys! and dellleeeee... *morehugs!* do call me when you're in town. don't forget! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, it's back to more cleaning for me. and deciding what to bring home. how does anyone expect anyone to fit 3 months of their life into 3 suitcases is beyond me. lol. plus, the chocolates and BREAD and cherries. hmmhmmhmmm?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: superyum smoothie&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: too close for comfort-mcfly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116486297258519568?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116486297258519568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116486297258519568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116486297258519568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116486297258519568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116486297258519568' title='close,closer.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116462661696668769</id><published>2006-11-27T22:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:23:36.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/1600/441981/PB250102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/320/271304/PB250102.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WHO WANTS CHOCOLATE CAKE?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! been doing nothing really productive. spent 78 bucks on mommy's chocolates. heh, she better loveeeee her chocolates! and vee is right, i am so extremely addicted to prison break. (thankyou yixian) and yeah! ADDICTIVE STUFF. hehe, fred's addicted too, lol. too bad i'm the one with the dvds hmmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwelll bummed around at adelle's house yesterday. it was a comforting kinda fun, and throw in 20 bags full of laughs and you get my perfect night with my close friends. we tried taking photos to remember the fun but theyre all etched in my memory though i will hardly remember what left me and adelle laughing on the floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i watched Nuremburg (is that how you spell it?) and loved it thoroughly. Alec baldwin is kinda cute lol, in the old kinda respected way. heh! I miss learning about history, i reckon i really enjoyed it. Then again, seeing the live footage from the world war 2 really, reaaalllyyy spoke so much louder than the words i've read. the bodies that hardly could be called a body. more like a skeleton with a face. or a person treated like they had no face. or maybe, a reflection of what we are capable of. i dont knowwwww. whatever it is, if you are interested in history, really, go watch it.=) and if you are feeling slightly under the hope radar, watch BIG FISH. it's like none other, where your imagination is taken for a joy ride and ends up safely tucked in a bed of roses.=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/1600/480623/PB260186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5429/186/320/114947/PB260186.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: Ministry of Sound House editon, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116462661696668769?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116462661696668769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116462661696668769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116462661696668769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116462661696668769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116462661696668769' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116428473005444317</id><published>2006-11-23T23:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:25:30.070+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VIC IS TRYING TO GET HEALTHY AGAIN. yayyy! so far so good except for the binge on chocolate almonds today. quite disappointing i must say, i mean, they were so sweet and hardly tasted like what i'd expect from Myer's foodhall. Since i wanted to binge, at least binge on something good right? IT WAS SO CRUSHING.=( forget it. it's over. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! the boyfriend ends exams tomorrow so-YAY FOR ME! honestly, i havent been bored, so many things to do! delle and i spent twoooo days together and she left her toothbrushie here. looks like i have another resident toothbrush! =) I was at lygon the other day and i was like 'ooooh, i can go see vee' then i remembered she wasn't here anymore. hope you're having fun in singapore VEE!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAYFRIDAYFRIDAY is tomorrow. i love fridays. there's just SOMETHING about fridays dont you think? i think i might crown it as my favourite day! =) oh don't get me started on my logic about the different days of the week. heh, damn longwinded. Mommy is positively bored without us (me and dajie) at home. i can tell because she keeps calling. heh heh heh. SOON mommy!=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more week. i'm kinda sad nowwww.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:I'mma shine- Youngbloodz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116428473005444317?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116428473005444317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116428473005444317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116428473005444317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116428473005444317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116428473005444317' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116393678270753746</id><published>2006-11-19T22:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:46:22.726+11:00</updated><title type='text'>when chemicals react</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/1600/PB190078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/320/PB190078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/1600/PB190080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/320/PB190080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my attempt at sugarwork. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a geek convention today with the boyfriend. i feel like i haven't seen him in ages. OHWELL. curses to the exams, just a little while more. *sigh. anywhoos, it was good seeing what his passion was all about.=) and then met up with VEE for lunch and a quick byebye in melbourne for 2006. it's been a great year with you vee, and i wouldn't trade it for anything else.=) love youu two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:chocolate sunflower seeds&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: when chemicals react- aly and aj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116393678270753746?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116393678270753746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116393678270753746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116393678270753746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116393678270753746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116393678270753746' title='when chemicals react'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116385088625758539</id><published>2006-11-18T22:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:54:46.273+11:00</updated><title type='text'>blingbling</title><content type='html'>MASSIVE TWO DAYS OF SHOPPING has left me here, in my pjs, sitting in front of the laptop, typing this entry, almost-justALMOST- falling asleep. but its soooo satisfying. heh heh heh. I LOVE MY BLINGBLING HAIVANAS! *jumpsaround* you know you love 'em too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now going into recluse, so i can have a teensy bit of money to spend before i go home in two weeks. So, veronica mars and prison break-here i come. and let's just throw in judge judy and oprah. heh, daytime tv. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell. vee's going home tomorrow! have fun dear!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: man eater- nelly furtado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116385088625758539?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116385088625758539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116385088625758539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116385088625758539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116385088625758539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116385088625758539' title='blingbling'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116366917911140184</id><published>2006-11-16T20:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T20:26:19.130+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just too little too late&lt;br /&gt;A little too long&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;But you know all the right things to say &lt;br /&gt;(You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;You say you dream of my face&lt;br /&gt;But you don't like me&lt;br /&gt;You just like the chase&lt;br /&gt;To be real&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter anyway &lt;br /&gt;(You know it's just too little too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how it feels like. Grrr, &lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just wait til it's &lt;em&gt;too late&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116366917911140184?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116366917911140184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116366917911140184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116366917911140184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116366917911140184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116366917911140184' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116365751355375951</id><published>2006-11-16T17:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:11:53.573+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five months. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for not shopping, guess I can't help myself, which is NOT an excuse. heh, i know i know, stop buying stuffs. i will not buy things i will not buy things i will not buy things, things dont make me happy things don't make me happy, they;re material things. hmmm...what about food? now THAT'S a necessity...grrr. fine. I must not buy chocolate i must not buy chocolate. =) yeah if only it was that easy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! met clara todayy which is cool coz it was long overdue. whee and she laughed at me because i am afraid of birds. eevil. it's not a laughing matter. I just realized i have to go clubbing 3 times. but i don't want to. i have to negotiate with my tongue to come up with a few good ole white lies. it's for the better of my pocket. THREE TIMES IS ALOT. and besides, im sure i can find something betterrr to do like watching and vegging in front of the tv. ooh sounds like a plan that i dig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize that i have this way of persuaaading people or maybe its just a matter of guilttripping. nahh, cant be. i make them feel good! so i should be in sales hahha! SOMEONE HIRE ME. i swear im good.=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHNANNY Y'AL. i'm gonna do one of those 'better things to do' things. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: twix!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:love love love- tristan prettyman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116365751355375951?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116365751355375951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116365751355375951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116365751355375951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116365751355375951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116365751355375951' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116350217437544462</id><published>2006-11-14T21:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:02:54.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days and counting</title><content type='html'>I might have just watched my all new favourite movie. Garden State. I swear, that movie is great piece of work. It has this knack of tapping into what people feel every single day but just never found a way to say it or just never saw an occasion to bring it up. Then it also has this way of saying the things that we always say in a new sort of earnest way. Yeah, it's that sorta heart wrenching, cheer you upping, appreciate life-ing kinda movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Largeman: &lt;br /&gt;You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;br /&gt;I still feel at home in my house.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Andrew Largeman: &lt;br /&gt;You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life. If nothing else, its life. It's real, and sometimes it fuckin' hurts, but it's sort of all we have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: watermelon&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: to make her love me- Rascal Flatts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116350217437544462?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116350217437544462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116350217437544462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116350217437544462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116350217437544462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116350217437544462' title='4 days and counting'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116331675688599878</id><published>2006-11-12T18:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:32:36.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>you wish you could, i wish you did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Looking out my window &lt;br /&gt;See you playing in the leaves &lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a little girl &lt;br /&gt;Means all the world to me &lt;br /&gt;When I tell you that I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="pink"&gt;I love you more than words can say&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, say cheese pretty-please &lt;br /&gt;I wanna take your picture &lt;br /&gt;How'd you ever get so big &lt;br /&gt;I gotta take your picture &lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the memory before the whole thing slips away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save these moments &lt;br /&gt;And put 'em in a jar &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stop the world from turning &lt;br /&gt;Keep things just the way they are &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could shelter you from everything &lt;br /&gt;Not pure and sweet and good &lt;br /&gt;I know I can't, I know I can't &lt;br /&gt;But I wish I could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me for no reason &lt;br /&gt;It goes straight to my heart &lt;br /&gt;When I feel your arms around me &lt;br /&gt;I almost fall apart &lt;br /&gt;It's time for bed you whisper &lt;br /&gt;Daddy, we forgot to pray&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wish you could, i wish you did. Look what you've done now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it's because it's a little gloomy now, the skies look threatening. But the rain makes me happy, add in a dash of thunder and lightning while i curl up snugly under my duvet with a yummy copy of &lt;em&gt;delicious.&lt;/em&gt; mag. Sometimes, it makes it harder to remember the state we're in, and i feel slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing, controlling myself from devouring the kinder surprise on my table&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:i wish i could- collin raye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116331675688599878?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116331675688599878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116331675688599878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116331675688599878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116331675688599878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116331675688599878' title='you wish you could, i wish you did.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116321553114370270</id><published>2006-11-11T14:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T14:32:57.930+11:00</updated><title type='text'>guilty pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/1600/PB100048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/320/PB100048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Above, Gluten-free shortbread with mango. Below, Gluten-free shortbread with strawberries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS SATURDAY. sunnysaturday. it's nice, went for a swim so now i feel good about myself.hahaha i don't really care if any calories were involved, it's just a feel-good kinda thing. it LIES to my brain, telling me im healthy. but we all know that i'm gonna go to sleep soon. =) because i'm sleepy. *yawwwwn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is funny. she called and she was like 'Da Jie says she knows why you don't wanna come home earlier' then she pauses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HEH HEH, i also know why, don't think i dont' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay mommy dearest. you're a genius.=) nowwww we ALL know why! YAY! =) whooopedeedoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lady dreamer, you might be the soundest sleeper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/1600/strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/320/strawberry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: clockwatching-jason mraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116321553114370270?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116321553114370270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116321553114370270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116321553114370270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116321553114370270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116321553114370270' title='guilty pleasures'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116312622353164776</id><published>2006-11-10T12:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:39:31.806+11:00</updated><title type='text'>don't know why tori came by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/1600/PB080040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/320/PB080040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My japanese cheesecake.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a LOVELY day today! sunshine on my window makes me happy!=) 25degrees and its hot out with heaps of flies annoying you but hahah, its nice to be able to go out in shorts once in awhile. just dont be too hot til i go home.=P. HOMEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping yesterday with yixian! finally had my fried chicken rice.oh yayy! heh and spent so much i'm cooping myself at home. =)i've already planned it so dont try to dissaude me! and beeesides, i went to the market and got tons of fresh food so GOODIE, arent you excited? I AM! hehe okay i sound like a loon now, getting all kookoo over freshfood. call it passion i say!=) til thennn, be good and eat your egg plant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: hotdog with mustard, ketchup, sauerkraut and onions&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: goodbye-john mayer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116312622353164776?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116312622353164776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116312622353164776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116312622353164776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116312622353164776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116312622353164776' title='don&apos;t know why tori came by'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116286885632672784</id><published>2006-11-07T14:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:07:36.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>you belong to me</title><content type='html'>Guess I'm still in my Carly Simon mood, something about her voice makes you feel like it's a good chillout sorta day. Maybe because it's so rich, and comforting. heh, oh, i'm not sad don't worry. Its just that overdose of House music and hiphop makes you feel giddy. or maybe! i'm getting old. =(  gah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're, meaning me and dajie, are having chicken porridge for lunch! hee. that should be good because i have had that in erm, ages? =) &lt;em&gt;i wanna go home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHWELL, im gonna BAKE later on. This 'bake-a-thing-weekly' thing is going GOOD. because it means i'm practising and i WILL improve. oh goooodie! today it's gonna be cottonysoft japanese cheesecake. hmm i haven't had it in eons. Hope it goes good.=) should be exciting! hehe. oh yes, i'mma show you what i baked last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/1600/PB020008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5429/186/320/PB020008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: teriyaki chicken sushi&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: you belong to me- carly simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116286885632672784?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116286885632672784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116286885632672784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116286885632672784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116286885632672784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116286885632672784' title='you belong to me'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116281395702212429</id><published>2006-11-06T22:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:52:37.040+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess the first year of uni is almost over. let's see...it's officially over for me on the 9th of november. heh when i hand in that cyberspace paper. wheeee! the excitement will probably hit me when its finally off my shoulders and when i've returned all my library books. hehhehheh. im such a lazybum. my sleeping pattern has gone completely heywire and so has my eating pattern so MAYBE the gym WAS a good habit. hmmmmmmmmmm... NAH. HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! i'm listening to carly simon and i love her.=) &lt;em&gt;you're so vainnn i bet you think this song is about you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i guess, heres to a great year of uni and more to come.=P and heres to going home soon! and HERE'S to the blog finally working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:do that to me one more time- Carly simon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116281395702212429?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116281395702212429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116281395702212429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116281395702212429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116281395702212429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116281395702212429' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116070027979642915</id><published>2006-10-13T10:41:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:44:39.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, i'll bleeed myself dry.</title><content type='html'>TASTE OF CHAOS TONIGHT. guess who's going with her favourite gig buddy? hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;ME!=) are u excited. im POSITIVELY PSYCHED. it better be hot. oooh what am i talking about, TAKING BACK SUNDAY WILL BE THERE, duh it'll be HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've got me tossing and turning, can't sleep at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DAYS MATE!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: toffee maple syrup stickydate cupcake&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: yellow- cold play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116070027979642915?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116070027979642915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116070027979642915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116070027979642915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116070027979642915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116070027979642915' title='for you, i&apos;ll bleeed myself dry.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116070027957806584</id><published>2006-10-13T10:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:44:39.606+10:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, i'll bleeed myself dry.</title><content type='html'>TASTE OF CHAOS TONIGHT. guess who's going with her favourite gig buddy? hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drumroll...&lt;br /&gt;ME!=) are u excited. im POSITIVELY PSYCHED. it better be hot. oooh what am i talking about, TAKING BACK SUNDAY WILL BE THERE, duh it'll be HOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've got me tossing and turning, can't sleep at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DAYS MATE!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: toffee maple syrup stickydate cupcake&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: yellow- cold play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116070027957806584?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116070027957806584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116070027957806584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116070027957806584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116070027957806584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116070027957806584' title='for you, i&apos;ll bleeed myself dry.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-116028020194099877</id><published>2006-10-08T13:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:03:21.970+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepusunday</title><content type='html'>Oh this song brings back memories..."I prayed for this heart to be unbroken, i tried to go on like i never knew you" hmm. lets not dwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am veryveryvery tempted to take a nap. Lets see..i'll make a bargain with myself and it'll work out. I'll do my sociology readings and look through the requirements for my creative writing 3000word portfolio. THEN, i can take a nap. and tonight, i'll read my MNC textbook. okay just typing out this plan makes me feel heaps better. Oooooh the goodfeelings you get from feeling prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a massive girlsdayout yesterday. Met with delle, mich and trish for lunch then i met Vee for dinner&amp;Crown. =) then i went clubbing with people i hardly knew. LOVIN' IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: krispykreme!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: incomplete-Backstreet Boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-116028020194099877?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/116028020194099877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=116028020194099877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116028020194099877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/116028020194099877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116028020194099877' title='sleepusunday'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115977762955596164</id><published>2006-10-02T18:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T18:27:09.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am clearing my table now so that i can get ready to STUDY hard and do WELL. motivation. =) hehh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but im suddenly sleepy.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:flaunt it-tv rock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115977762955596164?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115977762955596164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115977762955596164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115977762955596164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115977762955596164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115977762955596164' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115940893329973063</id><published>2006-09-28T11:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T12:02:13.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>smileeee</title><content type='html'>SUNNYDAYYYYS =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves dairy bell icecream? ME! hehh. i love carnival colors. yuuuuum. the multicolored one. hehh cute! and i'm gonna get a job thereeee. YAY! more icecream for me. jealous? hehe. i hope they call me quick! Staci is super nice [for now] so it'd be cool working with her.=) hopefullyy i do well. i know i'll have strrong arms after all that scooping and tray carrying at Hot Choc. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, who'd have guess huh, i have 2 jobs.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovelovelove. Fred got me all four ponies. wheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: kamut bread and juice!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:LDN-lily allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115940893329973063?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115940893329973063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115940893329973063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115940893329973063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115940893329973063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115940893329973063' title='smileeee'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115866730453102255</id><published>2006-09-19T21:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:01:44.553+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;trying to figure out what to do what all these memories.&lt;br /&gt;You're not who you used to be, i wonder where you've gone.&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the good times, where's the love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you in a million ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is tuesday. the second day of the week if you count the week like i do. Maybe it's the third day for you, or first. I don't know. Oh well. It's a rainy tuesday. lazy, rainy, coldish, windy kinda tuesday. The kind that makes me think about you alot. too much maybe. =( that's all i'm really good at though, thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee's coming over in a bit so it'll be funn. We always have fun, like user a blender in the toilet just so the noise doesn't wake anyone up. Or talking til our hair has dried so we can go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rainrain go away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got alot of chocolate around my house. half a boost bar, half a twix, half a cookiesncream milky bar and a bag of m&amp;m mixups. oooh DID YOU KNOW... there are pink and white m&amp;ms to support breast care! i wanted themm because they were colorfulllllll. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPPPPPINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG SOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: chewie&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:black hole- lindsay lohan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115866730453102255?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115866730453102255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115866730453102255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115866730453102255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115866730453102255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115866730453102255' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115849089759648579</id><published>2006-09-17T20:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T21:01:37.613+10:00</updated><title type='text'>is it just me...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sometimes i feel so much, i'm afraid it might scare you away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;candystripe sundae, caramello mocha, skinny soy latte...omg, thats all i've been hearing all day. One day a week's enough. But i had fun, definitely.=)&lt;br /&gt;i hope they call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: waterrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:is it just me?-freddie mercury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115849089759648579?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115849089759648579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115849089759648579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115849089759648579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115849089759648579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115849089759648579' title='is it just me...?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115844868191572393</id><published>2006-09-17T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:18:01.946+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you + me</title><content type='html'>Vee and I did dinner yesterday-chillipadi! hehh. yuuuumm but before that we decided to indulge in famous amos cookies! whoohoo, coookiecookie. anywho, we satiated our craving for sth little and sweet and then we decided to have dinner-salty and spicy. ooh yum. then, we couldnt decide if we wanted icecream but we were in our chilling mood. so, we went to hushbar, and had drinks. i had a lychee mojito and vee has a kiwi thingy... we were trying to figure out why it was called a long drink. hah! then vee made it a point to point out how obvious it was with regards to why it was called a long drink.=P heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat there and talked and laughed. it felt so awesome! heh, stress-free and worry-free. just laughing and heaps of catching up. =) Love you vee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Fred picked me up from melbourne central andandand OMG! heeeeee *grins like an idiot* he got me flowers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me hold you,a little closer and lay down beside me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we watched the wedding singer! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all i wanna do, is grow old with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing, too earlyyy&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:sin sin sin-robbie williams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115844868191572393?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115844868191572393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115844868191572393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115844868191572393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115844868191572393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115844868191572393' title='you + me'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115814630830597870</id><published>2006-09-13T21:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:18:28.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wednesdays and more days</title><content type='html'>YOU'RE LATE. =( and im worried. whyyyyy are you late?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. i am tired, but the thought of the break makes me feel slightly better. just a wittleitsybitsy bit better. but still good nonetheless. haha. i feel like...something savoury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushi? fried rice? baked fish fillet atop a potato pancake...? &lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOOOD.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: rockmelon&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: slinky sound system&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115814630830597870?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115814630830597870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115814630830597870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115814630830597870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115814630830597870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115814630830597870' title='wednesdays and more days'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115797662865352399</id><published>2006-09-11T22:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:10:28.693+10:00</updated><title type='text'>looneyballooney</title><content type='html'>OOOOH. i had HEAPS of fun at Sharon's 21st cocktail yesterday. OMG. i love cocktail parties, everyone should just do away with clubbing and bottle opening and HAVE COCKTAIL PARTIES INSTEAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i will control myself.=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. i loved my cosmopolitan and my strawberry daiquiri with &lt;strong&gt;white chocolate shavings&lt;/strong&gt;. ARE YOU JEALOUS? hahah, i did something pretty stupid though. the daiquiri was beginning to get to my head but i reeeaalllyy wanted the white chocolate (who can resist?!) soo...i used the chopsticks to pick the white choc bits and ate them. It was a chinese fusion bar thingy, THERE WERE ONLY CHOPSTICKS. Fred says i'm so asian. pfffft. then i ate the birthday cake with chopsticks too. i swear, you would too if you had to choose between eating with your HANDS or CHOPSTICKS. &lt;em&gt;obviously it's funner feeding someone with your fingers but that's besides the point&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred took some balloons back for me. Shiny pink, metallic green and reflective purple. The same colors as my My Little Pony that sits on my table. hehh. &lt;strong&gt;cheapthrills&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today at uni, vee had a color tea with jelly, fred had macha (green tea icecream) and i had a vegan fudge chocolate slice. and we sat at South Lawn and soaked up too much of the sun. goodtimes, happydays.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:waterrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: top 30 on Fox Fm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115797662865352399?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115797662865352399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115797662865352399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115797662865352399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115797662865352399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115797662865352399' title='looneyballooney'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115785468545671184</id><published>2006-09-10T12:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:18:05.473+10:00</updated><title type='text'>out there, in here</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Nic went home yesterday. But it was fun while it lasted. =) and maybe they'll come again in novemberrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who i met at the airport?&lt;br /&gt;ADELLE! i swear, this girl and i have heaps of fate. haha, i mean, how else do you explain how i can meet her in richmond on a day where i haven't spoken to her in months then later meet her at the airport, in the middle of the semester, without even having contact with her for a few weeks? hmmmm???!!! hehh. fate i tell you.=) and mommy finally got to meet her!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched silent hill last night. HORRIBLE MOVIE. whoever says it's nice is seriously... i dont know, but i hated it. could barely wait for it for endd.hahah. then again there were other reasons but i won't dwelve into them.=P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on and flaunt it, hah what your momma gave you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: toast&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: lonely-shannon noll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115785468545671184?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115785468545671184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115785468545671184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115785468545671184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115785468545671184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115785468545671184' title='out there, in here'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115702100791398089</id><published>2006-08-31T20:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:43:27.976+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i love thursdays</title><content type='html'>TOMORROWWWWW TOMORROW I LOVE YOU, TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE ONLY A DAY AWAY! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, we're more than perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: dinner&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:stars are blind-paris hilton (yuccck)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115702100791398089?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115702100791398089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115702100791398089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115702100791398089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115702100791398089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115702100791398089' title='i love thursdays'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115676786123501555</id><published>2006-08-28T22:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:24:21.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>piggyback</title><content type='html'>I had a popsicle today, walked along docklands, by the sea, walked on the cement platforms, watched the world go by, climbed on the playground and watched the stars. and for once, i had someone.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 moredays. FOURMOREDAYS. heee. and familyhugg!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not okay, but we're allright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nudie bar&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:emotionless- good charlotte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115676786123501555?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115676786123501555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115676786123501555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115676786123501555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115676786123501555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115676786123501555' title='piggyback'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115668097795761693</id><published>2006-08-27T22:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:16:17.980+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fallapart</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i used to break break break in a million pieces &lt;br /&gt;fall fall fall all into your reasons &lt;br /&gt;down down down is the only place you've ever pushed me &lt;br /&gt;i tried and tried just to make you see me &lt;br /&gt;i left you inside, yeah you thought you knew me &lt;br /&gt;you talk talk talk but it goes right through me &lt;br /&gt;cause i can't hear a word you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i hear is la la la la la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it breaks you down in every possible way, the same way it tears me in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend was chaotic. heh, vee and i had fun exploring Epping. lol. and walking in circles (nono, &lt;strong&gt;squares&lt;/strong&gt;) because we got lost. found out way in the end! and we offically love the reject store. whoopdeedoo. then we visited fred at hungryjacks! YAY i made your day.=) heh mark was there too. it was funny as. i loved my weekend til you came along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you shattered my world but i'll pick up the pieces and move on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the last 18years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: sarah- i forgot who sang it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115668097795761693?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115668097795761693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115668097795761693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115668097795761693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115668097795761693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115668097795761693' title='fallapart'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115634684924804734</id><published>2006-08-24T01:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:27:29.266+10:00</updated><title type='text'>creep</title><content type='html'>when it creeps up your very soul. and haunts your every bone.&lt;br /&gt;and it's the furthest you've ever been&lt;br /&gt;from knowing anything at all&lt;br /&gt;breathe, and let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115634684924804734?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115634684924804734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115634684924804734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115634684924804734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115634684924804734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115634684924804734' title='creep'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115603322249022223</id><published>2006-08-20T10:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:20:22.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what day is it today?</title><content type='html'>HAHA, i just heard that capsicum spray was released at a club last night, leaving people running into the streets to get away. capsicum spray meaning...pepper spray?=) ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. yesterday vee and i went horse riding. maybe not. She had a unicorn. I wanted the white unicorn but i ended up with the BROWN horse. unfair.=( it's okay, the two horses kissed me so it made it all better. (winkwink* i love the reject store)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE got supercute shoes. and i got mine for 10 bucks! How awesome is THAT! and they're cute. i think i said that already. and we got other bargain stuff and all. HAD SUSHI and ribena. Came up with a devious plan, thats fool-proof but, WE DIDN'T GET TO EXECUTE IT. then we realized we should have coz Estelle got us frees. (BAH humbug). don't worry vee, we've got alot of fridays.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;veronicamarsveronicamars. =) &lt;/em&gt; i wanna watch veronica mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothinnnggg...&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115603322249022223?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115603322249022223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115603322249022223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115603322249022223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115603322249022223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115603322249022223' title='what day is it today?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115580872053532467</id><published>2006-08-17T19:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:58:40.536+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MANEATER</title><content type='html'>MANEATER-MAKES YOU WORK HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make you want all of her love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when she walks, she walks with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothingg&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:maneater-nelly furtado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115580872053532467?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115580872053532467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115580872053532467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115580872053532467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115580872053532467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115580872053532467' title='MANEATER'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115580807873879236</id><published>2006-08-17T19:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:47:58.760+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lazythursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;baby, tell me if you like it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH two more weeks! ARE YOU EXCITED? heh, i am. they're coming!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I should write my essay, seriously. oh no, i keep typing and it kinda reminds me of creative writing tutorial. that 10 minutes where you just write whatever that flows to mind. hmm. that's dangerous. you do not wanna know some of the warped things i think of. hahha! that sounded freaky even. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an adventure today! went to north melbourne to pick up my package from michchiang! omg, sweetie if you read this- I LOVE YOUUU!=) every thing in that package made me squeal with delight. trust me, i was with a friend and she will testify! hahaha. i was like. oooh, glitter!!! and oohh IT LIGHTS UP! heh. yes, revert back to 18 year old self. now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was weird. i have never so passionately thought about food and being a chef up til today. and right now, i'm more than sure about it. i think it's love! LOL. cheeesy. anyways, i'm being honest. i love cooking with every inch of my skin and even ounce of my blood. it's like, it's constantly on my mind. it really is. and that's-passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you find something that makes your heart beat this fast, don't let go. &lt;br /&gt;coooookingg&amp;fooooood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: me &amp; u-cassie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115580807873879236?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115580807873879236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115580807873879236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115580807873879236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115580807873879236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115580807873879236' title='lazythursday'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115543393875899957</id><published>2006-08-13T11:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T11:52:19.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>skiiiing (maybe not...)</title><content type='html'>OH hello.&lt;br /&gt;VEE! I AM IN almost PERFECT CONDITION. muahah, no scars. just one blue-black and aching arms. hahaha. and maybe a slightly aching butt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaah i went skiing yesterday (okay, it was more like...falling on my ass) but it was superdiper fun. oh amidst the sniffling and coughing. I had fun! i swear i never knew i could suck so bad at something. NOW I DO! lol. what a blow to my ego. nah, kidding. if fred wasn't there i would have erm, died. literally. skied off a slope and freefall tumble into the unknown. i would die laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, i have this urge to get life into good order. do my chores, do my readings, (I WILL GET ROUND TO WRITING MY RESUME...), cook good food, spend time with my friends and my sister... stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're it, you're the ultimate.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: cough medicine&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: 101.9 the fox!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115543393875899957?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115543393875899957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115543393875899957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115543393875899957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115543393875899957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115543393875899957' title='skiiiing (maybe not...)'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115511497201109628</id><published>2006-08-09T19:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T19:16:12.073+10:00</updated><title type='text'>public affair</title><content type='html'>i just had veryvery cheeesy spaghetti. dont worry. there was no wheat involved. i bought wheat-free pasta. YUUUMMMMMM. heh i had a bag of cheese in the fridge so i loaded the bolognaise into the bowl, topped with a generous layer of CHEESE and the piping fresh hot pasta. and as i mixed it together, you could see the strings of cheesydelight swirling through the bowl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooh. all my favourite songs of the moment are being played on Fox. now it's SEXYBACK. ooooohjustinn.hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had the other remaining half of my marsbar cake. ah. disappointment but i already found tt out yesterday when i had the first half. it was dry, not as doused with liquid as i hoped and i think i wanted a marsbar cheesecake. it was a boring chocolate cake. and chocolate cake is RARELY boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fred thinks i'm fussy. i swear i'm not. heh. i'm just extra particular when it comes to food, especially dessert. we all know why!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:dinnnerrr&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: public affair-jessica simpson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115511497201109628?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115511497201109628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115511497201109628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115511497201109628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115511497201109628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115511497201109628' title='public affair'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115487044916707687</id><published>2006-08-06T23:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:20:49.190+10:00</updated><title type='text'>steal my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm lucky, i know. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this eighteenth was magical. &lt;em&gt;i feel just like im living someone else's life. it's like i just stepped outside when everything was going right.&lt;/em&gt; i can't thank the people in my life enough for everything they've done. To my specialspecial girls who've been through everything with me, i love you guys as much as i love chocolate. heh. and to vee, thanks for the dinners&amp;bitching&amp;laughing and all the silly things we do. and the guys, (nick, keith, wenloong, mark): i love dior.and i love the flowers. you guys are tooo sweeet. and liz, bry, sling: im gladdd we met up, like finally! heheh. and yixian, DUH I WANNA BE THE QUEEN. thanks sweetie. and to my dajie, thanks for just being with me. and my bestie, i love you with all my heart. and those who remember, like jolyn (my cupcake), michchiang (hugg!), alex, sean...thanks for remembering. thats more than enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, i'm the luckiest girl ever. =)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many celebrations i don't know where to start. the clubbing was fantasticcc seriously. it was better than anything i imagined. heeee. fred lked hot in his purple shirt. yuuummmy.=) andand the dinner at stkilda was superawesome.i finally got to eat my trampoline gelati. like, FINALLLYYY. hehehe. two dinners with dajie, alll that goood foood. yuuum. and the movie and lunch date with fred. hehh. what can i say, &lt;em&gt;you make me wanna lala.;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: m&amp;ms and strawberries dipped in choc&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: home-michael buble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115487044916707687?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115487044916707687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115487044916707687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115487044916707687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115487044916707687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115487044916707687' title='steal my heart.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115348287134731385</id><published>2006-07-21T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:54:31.400+10:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>today's one of those days where you feel misplaced.&lt;br /&gt;i feel misplaced. my thoughts are scattered and so's everything that i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;i keep tripping, hitting stuff by accident, spilling milk on the table...you roughly get the picture. i realllllyyy wanted to surprise you. but i screwed it up. and i feel slightly sad. and i slightly want to curl up under the blanket and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not just the cake. i walked all around the city today and all around bridge rd, trying to find something to wear on my birthday and i couldn't even find a single item i fancied. how impossible is that? thanks keith and yx for accompanying me though. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:the taste of my horrid chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:emotionless-madonna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115348287134731385?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115348287134731385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115348287134731385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115348287134731385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115348287134731385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115348287134731385' title='friday'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115310861023213028</id><published>2006-07-17T13:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:56:50.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>harrrypotter</title><content type='html'>im back. it's cold. it's glooomyyy. and harry potter's on! =)&lt;br /&gt;all i need nowww is a mug of hot cocoa/chocolate and a big fluffy blanket. oh and maybe a sesame-oil&amp;soy marinated chicken breast atop a bed of salad drizzled with vinaigrette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh. comfort foood. bring on the hugs and kisses!=)&lt;br /&gt;lalalaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothinnng&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:nothing, HP's on tv though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115310861023213028?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115310861023213028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115310861023213028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115310861023213028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115310861023213028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115310861023213028' title='harrrypotter'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115288909297700221</id><published>2006-07-15T00:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T00:58:12.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it was never meant to happen</title><content type='html'>i just felt like typing something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's alot to say but there are so many thoughts all at once i can't quite keep up. the air feels heavy, like there's a secret to keep. silent like they are afraid to let slip. so what if the music is playing and the fan is making that swishing sound? it's unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not that far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken this fragile thing now&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I've thrown my words all around&lt;br /&gt;But I can't, I can't give you a reason&lt;br /&gt;I feel so broken up &lt;br /&gt;And I give up &lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you so you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: sha hu hai-jay zhou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115288909297700221?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115288909297700221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115288909297700221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115288909297700221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115288909297700221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115288909297700221' title='it was never meant to happen'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115261848629852622</id><published>2006-07-11T21:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:48:06.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>clearer</title><content type='html'>i jsut had the juiciest raisins from japan. haha sounds a bit ironic i know. ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what! my world is so much clearer now. new perspective on things, my whole outlook has changed.haha im not going all psycho and spiritual on you now. brace yourself! I GOT CONTACT LENSES. hahaha bet you didnt even know i needed specs huh! LOL. ohwell i do. but only for my right eye. coz the left eye's perfect. the oddity of it all huh.=P ohwells. what a new feeeeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh. i learn fast too. it took me abt 5 minutes to learn to get them on and off. lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that geminis-in-venus contain a whole lot of random information? and they're skilled teases! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: dinnerr&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: beautiful soul-jesse mccartney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115261848629852622?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115261848629852622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115261848629852622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115261848629852622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115261848629852622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115261848629852622' title='clearer'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115245534450515051</id><published>2006-07-10T00:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:29:04.530+10:00</updated><title type='text'>closer</title><content type='html'>Feeling a little strange. when things happen so fast, it seems surreal more than anything. thankful for many things the past few days have brought albeit sad. definitely. bittersweet perhaps. everyone's heaps closer, we've got inside jokes and our own little thread thats got us held tightly together, and it only made us closer this time round. and it makes you wonder if it takes something this major to bring us altogether, where the only comfort we have, is knowing we're together. as a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way, i was thankful i didn't get any signal on my phone. or that mingyang's com was screwed up. because i wouldn't have gotten so close if these things were there. and now i love them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and for a moment, i felt like they were all i needed.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and that's why they're your family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:i've got you-McFly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115245534450515051?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115245534450515051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115245534450515051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115245534450515051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115245534450515051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115245534450515051' title='closer'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115198594853719204</id><published>2006-07-04T14:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T14:05:48.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'>too close for comfort</title><content type='html'>It feels wrong. slightly wrong. you know it's right but at the back of your mind it feels wrong. scary. like an open wound. there's always fear of touching it for fear it might bleed or sting. it's like, approach with caution. i don't feel too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like standing up, near the window and screaming. *frowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair. Why now.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: raisin bread&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:tu ran lei le- JJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115198594853719204?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115198594853719204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115198594853719204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115198594853719204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115198594853719204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115198594853719204' title='too close for comfort'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115185290913519172</id><published>2006-07-03T01:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:27:58.146+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fascination</title><content type='html'>it was fascination. and my fascination turned to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: icecream&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:fascination- kem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115185290913519172?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115185290913519172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115185290913519172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115185290913519172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115185290913519172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115185290913519172' title='fascination'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115164203552491923</id><published>2006-06-30T14:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:33:55.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>i like&lt;br /&gt;japanese&amp;korean hiphop.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:kiwii&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:passion-se7en&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115164203552491923?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115164203552491923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115164203552491923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115164203552491923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115164203552491923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115164203552491923' title='random'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115128064901257472</id><published>2006-06-26T10:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:10:49.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'>wakey wakey</title><content type='html'>it's 7.53 am. WHY AM I UP SO EARLY?!&lt;br /&gt;because i wanted to send meimei to school. but! i realized i didn't have enough time. since i wanted to bake before i go over to nisa's. SO YES! i didnt get to go with her to school =( ON HER FIRST DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a crappy thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy isn't here. and i can't find the pan to simmer my syrup in. THEREFORE, i am sitting here typing while waiting. i need to make my icingggg. oh that sugary-too-sugary-oh-too-sugary fluffy icing. JOY WHERE ARE YOUUU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too early to have so many crises (i just learnt that this is the plural of crisis). i always thought it would be &lt;em&gt;crisises&lt;/em&gt;. heh. funnnnyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just the microwaveeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: sun-dried tomatoes on toast with honey baked ham&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:hua tian cuo- lee hom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115128064901257472?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115128064901257472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115128064901257472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115128064901257472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115128064901257472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115128064901257472' title='wakey wakey'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115123620892654236</id><published>2006-06-25T21:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:50:08.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcake me happy</title><content type='html'>YAY! i'm a happy girl. i got to eat my grandma's cooking todaaay.=) she is positively the best ever! wheee=)&lt;br /&gt;went shopping again. there really isn't much to do here. I CANT WAIT TO MEET SANDHYAAAMENON. yayy. I shall attempt to bake cupcakes tonight. these ones with this superdooper fluffy icing ontop, sprinkled with pink sugar. sugarysugarr. &lt;br /&gt;allrighty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did something silly last night. i don't know if i should have. I might be regretting it now, but i dont know. maybe i should have just. not done it. now i feel bad. and the worse thing is i can't undo it. or at least i think i can't. this is where it might start getting messy. grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: dinneerrrr&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:waiting for a star to fall-boy meets girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115123620892654236?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115123620892654236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115123620892654236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115123620892654236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115123620892654236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115123620892654236' title='cupcake me happy'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115068778810249481</id><published>2006-06-19T13:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:29:48.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'>we ride</title><content type='html'>SINGAPORE IS WAY TOO GLOOMY.&lt;br /&gt;i just left melbourne, land of the gloomy, and i kinda was hoping for sunnier weather. hmmm. i pray it doesnt start raining.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELBOURNEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:we ride-rihanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115068778810249481?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115068778810249481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115068778810249481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115068778810249481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115068778810249481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115068778810249481' title='we ride'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115059834583571678</id><published>2006-06-18T12:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:39:05.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i like it like that</title><content type='html'>I'M A HAPPY GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;wheeee. talk about things going my way. I AM A LUCKY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;andandand, everyone's home now! I'M SO EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;one month seems like such a short time now.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been chilling with THE DADDY and now that mom and ollie are baaacckk... WE CAN PARTY! hehe. i miss my ollie!=) and she got me stuffs from japan so it's allll goooood. hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im contemlating doing sth drastic with my hair. then again, i can't bear to do it. GRR. i am a chicken.=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:the music from the cartoons on teevee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115059834583571678?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115059834583571678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115059834583571678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115059834583571678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115059834583571678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115059834583571678' title='i like it like that'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115027887881758351</id><published>2006-06-14T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:57:37.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>what's left of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you can take what's left of me.&lt;br /&gt;If you want i'll try to love again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been extremely fun. They've managed to make my heart beat faster and my eyes shine. and i never wanted anything more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad you moved on. =) and found someone new.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;If i wait too long for you, i might explode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: dinner&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: what's left of me-nick lachey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115027887881758351?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115027887881758351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115027887881758351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115027887881758351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115027887881758351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115027887881758351' title='what&apos;s left of me'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-115003226422535749</id><published>2006-06-11T23:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:24:24.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me wanna lala-all over again</title><content type='html'>This is how bored i am.hahha. i KNOW there are a couple of things to do, but i feel like procrastinating.hahha. ohwells. i was gonna keep my sister company all day today but she had a change of plans so now it's just me, Mr P and the boogie monster under my couch (which sometimes lives under my bed,..or in the closet. hmm the kitchen (?) ...oh! and the bathtub.) yuuuup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meegoreng.MEEGORENG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My ex is: nada-dont got one.&lt;br /&gt;2. Maybe I should: change the sheets...or continue watching the movie...&lt;br /&gt;3. I love: tooo many things sometimes i feel my heart could explode!&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't understand: i go piinnk when i try to tan&lt;br /&gt;5. I lose: weight FAR TOO SLOWLY. =(&lt;br /&gt;6. People say I would: become a famous supercool, aweesome chef. hee ok i said that.=P&lt;br /&gt;7. Love is: pink with cotton candied clouds and chocolate chip rainstorms.&lt;br /&gt;8. Somewhere, someone is: alot less lucky than me, therefore i am very thankful&lt;br /&gt;9. I will always: love love.&lt;br /&gt;10. Forever is: not too long to remain friends!&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't want to: have these yuuuckyyucky scars anymore.=(&lt;br /&gt;12. I think the current US President: hmm...should eat more cake!&lt;br /&gt;13. When I wake up in the morning: i wonder what day it is and then wonder what i'm gonna wear for whatever the occasion the day holds!=)&lt;br /&gt;14. My past is: over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;15. I get annoyed when: people tell me 'you don't understaaanddd...' PFFT!&lt;br /&gt;17. My dog is: nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;18. My cat is: hm.not mine?&lt;br /&gt;19. Kisses are the best when: they're all for me!heh.&lt;br /&gt;20. Tomorrow: is a brand new day to dress up!!!&lt;br /&gt;21. I really should: do my choreeessss...or not. &lt;br /&gt;22. I have low tolerance for people who: have ugly heads&lt;br /&gt;23. I am tagging: no one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOKIEEES. back to the MOVIE! tooodles! HAVE FUN EATING CAAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: lemon fluff cupcake&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:a cinderella story on my dvd player&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-115003226422535749?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/115003226422535749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=115003226422535749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115003226422535749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/115003226422535749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115003226422535749' title='you make me wanna lala-all over again'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114990874192020477</id><published>2006-06-10T12:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T13:05:41.956+10:00</updated><title type='text'>couture cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you know we've got it like that, it's like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna live it up, first thing to check off your list is get over and done with your exams baby! okay i won't gloat anymore.=P you know i'm smiling though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's SATURDAY. meaning, hmm i don't know. i'm usually bored on weekends. i need a job. earn some money and you know, experience. SPEAKING OF WHICH. jamie oliver is opening is bloody restaurant HERE. in MELBOURNE. and i can't apply for a job there because I CAN'T WORK FULLTIME. it makes me feel absolutely dratty. like it's a superimportant chance that i missed.=( maybe even on the verge of crying. i would mean the world to me if i could land myself that job. they're looking for 16-20somethinsyrolds and for once, I'M OLD ENOUGH. but NOOOOO. i've got uni. this is so not my thing.=( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shan't whine anymore. i'm gonna make some pretty lemon cupcakes and frost them. make them pretty. the whole couture cupcake thing that's freaking HAWWT right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't hurt yourself, take it easy. you know the music makes me jump pump prance. there's no better time than right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is an overdose of girl power at my place. and i'm loving every single second of it. this is what i'm talking about. &lt;em&gt;you are soooo last summer hun.&lt;/em&gt; don't hurt yourself, take it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god the two of you aren't superficial else you would've never found each other. &lt;em&gt;go figure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: gluten-free choc cookies covered with chocolate and a layer of mint&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: like that-the black eyed peas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114990874192020477?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114990874192020477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114990874192020477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114990874192020477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114990874192020477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114990874192020477' title='couture cupcakes'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114968461013373771</id><published>2006-06-07T22:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T22:50:10.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>can you feel it in your body yea?</title><content type='html'>I am currently going through my rnb phase. whoohoo. all the dancing and wanna-dance moods. hawwt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can you feel the high?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm been hanging with vee everyday! haha it's been fun. but she's gotta studddyyy so yes. least she's got company at the library!=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just told my little sister something silly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: i wanna be cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. i think it's a phase too. hopefully.LOL.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: hmm.pear!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:feel it-black eyed peas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114968461013373771?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114968461013373771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114968461013373771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114968461013373771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114968461013373771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114968461013373771' title='can you feel it in your body yea?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114922930546216779</id><published>2006-06-02T16:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:21:45.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>last time lover</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE SPICE GIRLS. there i said it!=)&lt;br /&gt;i'm now at rowden white library and since theyre such a cool library, they always have awesome music from the speakers. today it's the spicegirls! I FEEL NOSTALGIC. haha i reckon that the spice girls are the ultimate girl power group. seriously. i mean, everyone else just jumped on their bandwagon hoping to create some effect. so not the drama! i love them!=) *biggirlygrin!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. so the last couple of days have been spent in the library. *baillieu* studying with vee and mike and fred. hahah. they're our new friends. sickeningly funny. heh. it's not a good idea studying with them coz i end up digressing and just laughing a whole heap. but hey, it's not so boring that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. i can't wait to go shopping. shoppingshoppingshopping. hahah it's just one of those things that u can always do. like turn to chocolate when ure happy or sad or bored or somewhere inbetween. yeah. one of those trustable things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like it's gonna rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: rice noodles&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: mama-spice girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114922930546216779?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114922930546216779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114922930546216779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114922930546216779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114922930546216779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114922930546216779' title='last time lover'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114887712512763984</id><published>2006-05-29T14:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T14:32:05.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a happy girl. hehe.=) photophotophoto.&lt;br /&gt;vee knew my scheme. hehh. thats why we're good.&lt;br /&gt;I'M not really in the MOOD to blog. i'm gossing with nise. &lt;br /&gt;it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gotta be youuu.=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: lunchh w vee.&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: a decade under the influence- taking back sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114887712512763984?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114887712512763984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114887712512763984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114887712512763984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114887712512763984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114887712512763984' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114878416300927136</id><published>2006-05-28T12:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:42:43.033+10:00</updated><title type='text'>its a party</title><content type='html'>it's my party and i'll cry if i want to,&lt;br /&gt;cry if i want to,&lt;br /&gt;cry if i want to.&lt;br /&gt;you would cry too if it happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay i didn't cry at my party. it was fuun! thanks guys for everything. and veee! i LOVE the cookiecutters.=) we'll bake coookies at one of our sleeepovers.=) and triisssh. thanks for being ONTIME! and the special two onigiris. yuum. and mich&amp;jon. the tiramisu was great. thanks dear! and JON! ure a noisy statue.=P.&lt;br /&gt;and keeith&amp;nick! I LOVE THE MUGG thingys. seriously=)and jx-i will get round to eating the choccc. yan!hehh. coolchicken.=P. andand delle&amp;joel! OMGGG. i think i still have 100 more thankyous to say to the both of you. the bacardi was hot hehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i leave anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. so yes. i enjoyed myself. then i got a call from my twinn. so it was sooo good. iciing on the top of a chocolate fudge cake. and an sms. at 4.55am. veryyyfunnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm head over my high heel shoes.=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:orange juice!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: siew's weirrd computer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114878416300927136?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114878416300927136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114878416300927136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114878416300927136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114878416300927136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114878416300927136' title='its a party'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114844515998034293</id><published>2006-05-24T14:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:32:39.996+10:00</updated><title type='text'>when you wish upon a star</title><content type='html'>i finished my first diary a few nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;i read, and re-read and re-read again. &lt;br /&gt;and i found something out.&lt;br /&gt;then i admitted it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and i signed off, and shut the diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all that's left to do...&lt;br /&gt;is learn to twiddle my thumbs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all sure things fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: winter melon colored tea with jellly!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: nothing mucch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114844515998034293?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114844515998034293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114844515998034293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114844515998034293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114844515998034293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114844515998034293' title='when you wish upon a star'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114791493811465012</id><published>2006-05-18T11:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T11:15:38.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'>holybaloney</title><content type='html'>HEH!&lt;br /&gt;hello!=) i know, i know. i've been missing for like, ever. im so sorry.=) just for your information (if you wanted to know, anyway) i'm here. very much happy and very much busy. but that really isnt the reson why i haven't been here. it's just that im in australia and seeing that i moved houses, the internet's gonna take a while to set up coz... im in AUSTRALIA. haha. oh if you didn't know. theyre FREEEEAKING slowmoles here.=) so YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so disconnected from the rest of the world. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, i'm at the uni library now, lolling away my time doing nothing much. how fuun. it's good. most people are so stressed they've hardly got time to loll around. ANYWHO. i'm gonna gooooo borrow some books.=) i'll let you know when i get my internet back. til then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happppyyyyeating! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: chicken and pesto sandwich (ooh yum!)&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: nothing, click clattering of the keyboard i guess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114791493811465012?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114791493811465012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114791493811465012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114791493811465012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114791493811465012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114791493811465012' title='holybaloney'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114673503676771475</id><published>2006-05-04T19:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:30:36.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>out of place</title><content type='html'>I thought i had a stroke last night. well, you would too, waking up with half a face feeling quite paralyzed. the left side of my face was in pain today. it was pretty bad. it might have contributed to my emotional rollercoaster today. but i doubt it'd reeallly entirely to blame. bottomline. i felt like shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is all over the place. it's here but it's really not and my breathing is irregular. heavy and inconsistent. like, i'd take a deep breath and stop for 3 seconds and then i remember to take another breath in again. i'm out of sorts today. veryvery distracted. nothing in particular. i don't even have an answer for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;borderline, feels like i'm going to lose my mind. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm up to my throat with emotion, and i can hardly say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: dinner&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:i think we're alone now-the click five&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114673503676771475?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114673503676771475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114673503676771475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114673503676771475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114673503676771475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114673503676771475' title='out of place'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114655699415084754</id><published>2006-05-02T17:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:03:14.170+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love fudgey vegan wheatfree brownies. they make me high! oh plus the veryvery welcoming sunshine! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays are my 'siewhui' ddays! hahah! coz i see her in the morning for class as we usually end up meeting during the 3 hour break and we gossip! muahaha. such funn and we get work done too. im super excited about her photography portfolio. omg, she's gonna do so well!=) IM EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed stuff again, which is pretty good coz i kinda pissed my sister off, yet again. and so, yah. maybe she won't be pissed now. grr. im feeling pretty drained. it's such a dull feeling. so unshiny and unsparkly. how unattractive. grr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;snap out of it viccc!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: super yummy fudgey vegan brownies&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114655699415084754?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114655699415084754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114655699415084754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114655699415084754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114655699415084754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114655699415084754' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114639893989484757</id><published>2006-04-30T22:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T22:08:59.916+10:00</updated><title type='text'>splish splash</title><content type='html'>This is hardly a good thing. not it's not. but it gets me all weird and happy. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally went out today, no more stayhome sundays! it was rainy, which kinda made me NOT wanna go out, but i did eventually. met vee and keith for dinn and dessert. oh and good ole juicy gossip session. apparently i've been unknowingly 'dating' alot of guys. haha. good to know huh. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate up my easter bunny. no more bunny for me.=( as i stared at the bunny's ears, i was contemplating NOT eating it. but, i gave into temptation! haha, so i gobbled it up, while having yet another gossip session with my little sisterr. i know. my life is so awesome. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeahright&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently suffering a sugarLOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: a bite of vee's choc crossiant&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: lovelovelove-tristan prettyman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114639893989484757?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114639893989484757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114635645006783807</id><published>2006-04-30T10:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T10:20:50.083+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday mornings</title><content type='html'>it's a rainy sunday morning. veryvery cold too. &lt;br /&gt;sunday morning-i should be having banana pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, topped with sauteed bananas. or maybe french toast! but no, i'm having a mental block. workworkwork. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viccc...start worrking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;truthfully, i can't ignore you, coz i've been waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, i'm kinda happy that you showed up.&lt;br /&gt;truthfully, i'm finding out what's you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm smiling again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: truthfully-lisa loeb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114635645006783807?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114635645006783807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114635645006783807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114635645006783807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114635645006783807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114635645006783807' title='sunday mornings'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114627369732611757</id><published>2006-04-29T11:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:24:29.090+10:00</updated><title type='text'>trampoline &amp; merry-go-rounds</title><content type='html'>yesterday was a break that was well worth waiting for.=) &lt;br /&gt;keo did a mini photoshoot thingy for me, which was super cool but being a shy dingdong that i am, he couldnt really take many photos. hahah. typical me.&lt;br /&gt;well classes were rubbish as usual but i love the people in my professional writing class. hahah i swear nicola and i spend so much time gossiping. hahah beau and liz had a minor incident, laughing about chicken porridge and tumbleweed(?!!) i know. hahha. then... i went to watch a moovie! final destination 3 to be exact. it was cool, hanging out with 3 guys. wahaha. &lt;br /&gt;well, it was quite a disappointment but then again, i'd gladly blame the seats we had and the fact that i've watched final destination 2, so yeah. but throw in some laughter, rain, HOTstones and icecream and you get yourself a nightout worth writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the whole world just fades away, being with you gets me that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:nothing but i do need brekkie&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: interstate love- stone temple pilots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114627369732611757?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114613062923490601</id><published>2006-04-27T19:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:37:09.676+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm&lt;br /&gt;this may seem a little rude&lt;br /&gt;it may come across as a little proud.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it might make you feel like hitting me on the head&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you like to make my day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;prettyplease.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:dinner&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: mai ya tang- jay chou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114613062923490601?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114609564730672301</id><published>2006-04-27T09:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:54:07.326+10:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast</title><content type='html'>breakfast time.&lt;br /&gt;i eat sauerkraut with everything. my ham sandwich, my tuna sandwich, my fried rice... yup! you get the picture. what is sauerkraut you ask. well, it's presevred cabbage i a jar of vinegar with juniper berries. sounds like something your grandmother keeps at the back of the fridge that smells like a fart right? hehe. well, it's not the best smelling of things, but it's just the vinegar so if you like vinegar, then you shouldn't really have a problem. i LOVE vinegar, the more the merrier. so you see, i have no qualms about keeping that jar of thing in my fridge. yum. and besides, it's screwed tight la, you don't get an waft of stinky air when you open the fridge. you should trust me on this. and it's ORGANIC. so yay, it's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those were rose-colored times on rides with your eyes closed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt like waking up early today. fresh start, do some work, not panic and sit here fidgeting all night long. so i got up at 9 oclock. in the morning. hehe. it was good, i had breakfast (with sauerkraut) but i accidentally knocked the plate out of my hand while sitting down so, i had to make another. i know, how clumsy can a baffoon at 9 am get. very. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're gonna have a good day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: tuna sandwich with sauerkraut&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:hurricane-lisa loeb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114609564730672301?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114596937680883783</id><published>2006-04-25T22:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:49:36.840+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you like icecream, i like icecream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny day. boring day. productive day but still. &lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sad now. =( i miss the O.C and well, something else. but anyways, it's good i don't feel my geek conscience creeping up on me. i still feel bad though. no faair. i bet you don't feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh vic, you're a silly girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: icecreeam&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: truthfully-lisa loeb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114596937680883783?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114596937680883783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114596937680883783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114596937680883783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114596937680883783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114596937680883783' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114593069235290081</id><published>2006-04-25T11:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:04:52.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>love love love</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;EVERYONE'S IN LOVE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nisa's in &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt; with her AAB (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;Nic's in &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt; with her trip to Japan&lt;br /&gt;Delle's in &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt; with her hmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;I'm in &lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;loveeeee&lt;/font&gt; with the &lt;font color="yellow"&gt;sunshine&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can i please go out and play? I don't know what's stopping me from going. See, on one hand, i know i've got superdooper friends to go out with. But i'm too lazy to call anyway. and everyone knows they're not gonna call me, so that's it. deadend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, I don't feel like going out with anyone either. haha [no i still love you guys, who don't call]. i just want to go out and bask in the sunshine. But then again, i wouldn't really mind company....hmm. but i'm a confused individual so yes. not helping in times where such urgent decisive action needs to take place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my sugar high. well...just for now. how high can you get when you KNOW you've got a bloody essay to do. like, right now. i just wanna go out and play, walk on the jetty and worry i might fall in, though i know i won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was made to shine on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothingg&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: what you waiting for -gwen stefani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114593069235290081?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114593069235290081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114593069235290081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114593069235290081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114593069235290081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114593069235290081' title='love love love'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114576763603717058</id><published>2006-04-23T14:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:48:59.346+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hide and Seek Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to me&lt;br /&gt;This is just my pretty please&lt;br /&gt;My eyes wander&lt;br /&gt;To daydreams we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Count to ten&lt;br /&gt;I promise this ride is just about to begin&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Open them and I hope to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Beach umbrellas &lt;br /&gt;Stars at night&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking out&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty all right&lt;br /&gt;Water sprinklers&lt;br /&gt;Dark til light&lt;br /&gt;Gaint popsicles&lt;br /&gt;But it's pretty all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it back&lt;br /&gt;Just before the alarm goes&lt;br /&gt;Pinky promise me&lt;br /&gt;Make sure no one knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Count to ten&lt;br /&gt;I promise this ride is just about to begin&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Count to ten&lt;br /&gt;Open them and I hope to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've sunk it way too far&lt;br /&gt;Come out come out&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you are&lt;br /&gt;One more time, we'll count til ten&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you'll find me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twisted taste: banana muffins&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: wishing heart- lisa loeb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114576763603717058?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114568400352978129</id><published>2006-04-22T15:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T15:33:23.546+10:00</updated><title type='text'>mooving</title><content type='html'>im sleepy. 5 movies, one night. one couch. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;funny. the ring 2 wasn't really all that scary. hmm, down to earth was fantastic as usual.=) and i finally watched Honey! its just the dance moves that appeals, oh and jessica alba. but i dont agree with the jessica alba bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm soooo sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;i'm mooving soon. im excited. the new place is pretty swanky. hee.=) &lt;br /&gt;okay, mr p and i are tired. so i'm gonna start thinking about my op-ed and hit the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's still a pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;sparkly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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better&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and we'll be falling in &lt;font color="purple"&gt;love&lt;/font&gt; to the music.&lt;br /&gt;baby, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;you're my sugar rush&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i get weak and talk too much.=)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: cadbury chocolate chips &amp; apple juice&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: ...to the music- the a*teens&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114558970584821601?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114558970584821601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114558970584821601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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but i did! &lt;br /&gt;and as old as i may be now (ahem, 17goingon18 mindyou), i still LOVE notepassing. haha. it was fun! and keith was being mean. but i can;t eleborate because he'll say i'm mean. &lt;strong&gt;im so not&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;ohwells. im excited. hehe. about nothing. i just am. kinda like a sugar rush. i sound like i'm 10 yrs old and tomorrow's the day i get to ride the carousel and eat cottoncandy. well, im not. i feel the same kinda high though.&lt;br /&gt;i ate pancakes with bananas and maple syrup and icecream. that could be what's causing the sugar high.&lt;br /&gt;or, it could be the pony that's sitting on my table, with her pinkpink sparkly hair. &lt;br /&gt;butbutbut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's really not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="hotpink"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i stutter, i stumble, like i've got nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;'cause i'm feeling nervous, trying to be so perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: dinner!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: shy that way-jason mraz &amp; tristan prettyman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114552983681400296?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114552983681400296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114552983681400296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114552983681400296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114552983681400296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114552983681400296' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114545666055413881</id><published>2006-04-20T00:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:24:20.570+10:00</updated><title type='text'>carousels</title><content type='html'>you know your stunning &lt;br /&gt;absolutely stunning &lt;br /&gt;and I'm running always running &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm crying &lt;br /&gt;you know only cause I'm caring &lt;br /&gt;and if you were more daring maybe you'd stop staring &lt;br /&gt;and come over and talk to me &lt;br /&gt;and tell me about how you've been waiting patiently &lt;br /&gt;and how you tried but I just turned away &lt;br /&gt;and I'll say, &lt;strong&gt;"yeah well you know, I'm shy that way"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the mother duck said "goodnight"&lt;br /&gt;and the little ducklings, they went "quack" but you went "squeak"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothingg&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: fools like me-lisa loeb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114545666055413881?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114545666055413881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114545666055413881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114545666055413881'/><link rel='self' 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seat. hehe&lt;br /&gt;i had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;did you?=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: boba!&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:i'm coming out-amerie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114544515289114257?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114544515289114257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114544515289114257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114544515289114257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114544515289114257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114544515289114257' title='tweedles'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114535587067067695</id><published>2006-04-18T20:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:24:30.703+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bunny</title><content type='html'>i reallly &lt;br /&gt;honestly&lt;br /&gt;truthfully&lt;br /&gt;belong in the wrong&lt;br /&gt;era.&lt;br /&gt;and tim agrees.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have found a dress for my vespa (in the future) andand its only ONE of the dresses. i will search for more. so i will be well prepared when i get my PINK vespa.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so weird how everything in the store fit me well and looked cute. dresses from the 1950s and all. they were seriously pretty. so so lovely. i wanted them all. told you-wrong era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shimmmmmyshimmmmy quarterturn&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;font color="pink"&gt;vicky has a crush.=)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: moremoremore cookies&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: shimmy shimmy quarter turn-hellogoodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114535587067067695?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114535587067067695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114535587067067695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a BRIGHT &amp; SUNSHINEY day. &lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna spend today with myself again. i dont mind it really.=) i like being alone. sometimes. this is one of those times that i like it. hehe. i don't understand how anyone could possibly enjoy company 24/7. it's just too tiring. in this twisted way. it is. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohkaaay. &lt;br /&gt;i always feel veryvery compelled to go out and play whenever i see the sun. i just can't stand knowing i'm stuck inside while everyone else is soaking up all the sun's gloriousness. it's just NOT FAIR. so therefore, i AM going out later. i wish i could bring mr p. he's so cute. and huggable. andandand. yes. fluffy. but he's a tad too big.=( poor mr p. i know how it feels like to feel like you're missing out coz of your SIZE. trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as i was lying in bed, lazing under the verypink duvet, i have come to the conclusion. it's just too complicated dating someone that everyone knows. like, if you dated someone that was part of your regular friendship circle. it's just tooooo complicated and tiring. ACTUALLY... i came to the conclusion that i DON'T want to date. well, not now. it's fun the way it is. being single and erm, single!=) well this might all change in due time. you KNOW i change my mind like SNAP. but hey, i've been pretty loyal to this conclusion i made for the past month over. it's alll goood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let go, it's gonna be allright.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's hard when your hope is gone, but you've gotta keep holding on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:choc chip cooookies&lt;br /&gt;Mood music punk rock 101-bowling for soup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114523837474252667?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114523837474252667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114523837474252667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114523837474252667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114523837474252667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114523837474252667' title='his heart microscopic'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114517386695390168</id><published>2006-04-16T17:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:51:06.973+10:00</updated><title type='text'>sparklysparklysparkles</title><content type='html'>ohdear. i crack myself up!&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i spent today with myself. ooh, what fun!=) i had tons of fun walking around acland street and trying on clothes that i didn't buy and boots that were too tight. &lt;br /&gt;then, i fell in love.=)&lt;br /&gt;he was tan, bold and veryvery sexy. and he loooked so good next to me. i thought he was too short, but somehow it worked out great. but i didn't get him.=(&lt;br /&gt;no money. haha. i so wanted that jacket!&lt;br /&gt;oh wells! then i came home. and realized i am a dumbdumb. shhhh. i can't let you in on the secret coz it's just too funny. &lt;br /&gt;josh and i agree that if anyone knows, they'll reckon i'm mad. so shhhh.&lt;br /&gt;let's keep it on the downlow. hehe&lt;br /&gt;I AM A HAPPY GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:cooookies&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:i'd do anything-simple plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114517386695390168?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114517386695390168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114517386695390168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114517386695390168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114517386695390168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114517386695390168' title='sparklysparklysparkles'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114491606215163342</id><published>2006-04-13T18:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T18:14:22.173+10:00</updated><title type='text'>you bite me</title><content type='html'>I want to write you a letter.&lt;br /&gt;a long long long letter.&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you how my day went &lt;br /&gt;and how often i thought of you&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you how you remind me&lt;br /&gt;of food that makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;and how the little things that make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;would probably make you laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;i'd tell you that i'll always be here&lt;br /&gt;just a call away, closer than you think&lt;br /&gt;we could eat icecream while we laugh&lt;br /&gt;over the phone at 5 am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;or! we could just gossip.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't mind whatever we do&lt;br /&gt;hey! we could watch the same movie as we talk on the phone&lt;br /&gt;i'll let you choose what you want to watch&lt;br /&gt;so i should get down to writing that letter.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but what's the point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: nothing&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:shimmy shimmy quarter turn-hellogoodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114491606215163342?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114491606215163342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114491606215163342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114491606215163342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114491606215163342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114491606215163342' title='you bite me'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114484756328246330</id><published>2006-04-12T23:06:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:12:43.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a very disturbing dream l'd last night. haha if i told you, you'd raise your eyebrows and go 'what?!' and then at the back of your mind, you'd think. 'she's still not over it yet huh' and then you might try guessing the extent to which it really got to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't guess. i'll tell you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it got me. grabbed me by the head and shook me around. told me lies and fed me dreams. stomped on my arms and legs so i can't run away even if i wanted to. it left me alone for a day or two, but the bruises remained and when they were healing, it came around again and hugged me, then laughed in my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your eyes tell me the joke's on me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fine. i am not hurting. i am not screaming for your attention. i am just having a momentary relaspe. &lt;strong&gt;it's 11.11pm.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: lychee lollies&lt;br /&gt;Mood music:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114484756328246330?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114484756328246330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114484756328246330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114484756328246330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114484756328246330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114484756328246330' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114466536019640733</id><published>2006-04-10T20:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:36:00.220+10:00</updated><title type='text'>capture me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;were they wasted words&lt;br /&gt;and did they mean a thing?&lt;br /&gt;someday, i'll just keep pretending&lt;br /&gt;that you'll stay dreaming of a different ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be certain that I'm with you when I sing&lt;br /&gt;You could have nothing but you'll still have me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A long time ago, we used to be friends&lt;br /&gt;If ever again, a greeting I send to you,&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet to the soul is all I intend &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline: i frustrate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: bobapearl&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: something i never had-lindsay lohan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114466536019640733?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114466536019640733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114466536019640733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114466536019640733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114466536019640733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114466536019640733' title='capture me'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114456140468717564</id><published>2006-04-09T15:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:43:24.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>syrup</title><content type='html'>the 'peach flavour' on the cough syrup bottle lied to me. peach flavour my ass. it's so alcohol-ish. it's sicck. =(&lt;br /&gt;yuckyuckyuck.&lt;br /&gt;and, there's this terribly bitter taste in my mouth. and it's been lingering there for the past day. it's positively nauseating. not that you needed to know but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;you didn't really need to know that. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a car just ran me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. the musical officially ended yesterday. but it only means that the postproductionparties have just begun. my bestest girls in the world came lastnight, for the last show. last night's audience was the best ever. they were soooo supportive and they laughed at the show. so that really made us feel psyched since we were deadbeat from the matinee.&lt;br /&gt;so YIIPPPPEEEE.=) i guess its something i'll neverever forget.=)&lt;br /&gt;ohhh and I GOT FLOWERS. hehehe. from my dajie and from Mich&amp;fishie&amp;delle. *bigfathuggg. I LOVE FLOWERS. hehhe. prettypretty pink,lightpinkand redd flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste: cough syrup&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: nothing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114456140468717564?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114456140468717564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114456140468717564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114456140468717564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114456140468717564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114456140468717564' title='syrup'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9390876.post-114437757396502354</id><published>2006-04-07T12:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:39:33.990+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after the opening yesterday, i now have no voice. haha. oh the irony. and i have THREE more shows. someone please give me a 'get my voice back quick' remedy. NOW. thankyou. i've been taking panadeine and difflam and tons of water. i feel so bloated. i think i'm going to get some organic apricots and raisins later. oh, and maybe apples too. just in case.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'm pretty excited about tonight. everyones coming to watcch! hahah, but im feeling slightly embarrassed with my extremely SHORT dress. grrr. oh and the simple fact that i'm speaking in chinese with a very HOARSE VOICE since I HAVE NO VOICE. oh lordy. this isn't good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what's the weirdest thing. i haven't written in my diary for ages. it's time the pages weren't filled with the same old rants and the same old scenarios. hmm. i'll get round to that.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCCCCCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twisted taste:fruit toast and a spoonful of nutella&lt;br /&gt;Mood music: signs-justin &amp; snoop dogg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9390876-114437757396502354?l=slowdancing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/feeds/114437757396502354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9390876&amp;postID=114437757396502354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114437757396502354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9390876/posts/default/114437757396502354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slowdancing.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114437757396502354' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12479950154835490534</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jGxjtJxLI6w/R_N4Of18a1I/AAAAAAAAAN8/KtYRK_IhkbI/S220/me!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
