<?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-37973282</id><updated>2012-01-28T19:24:18.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand wolf sprints across meadow...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-2647948031205846823</id><published>2009-08-31T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:34:24.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand tagalog!!</title><content type='html'>Nginang tagalog yan, mga gago kayo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U_U&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-2647948031205846823?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/2647948031205846823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=2647948031205846823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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awake, alive.. pondering my breath and heart's steady tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At once the floor moves around me, the world a mere blur as a shadow&lt;br /&gt;I glide with simple ease, yet unease flickers within.. a tremor of dread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approaching! The pounding of drums quickens! Each beating a heavy rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Resounding in echoes, within the vaults of me... then gone. Gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The binding cords so tight, yet seemingly undone.. not so! A mere illusion, yet the clamp so unreal as to be real..&lt;br /&gt;Weaving its tendrils around my being, my now quiet heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside a pool that mirrors all, gazing upon this stranger and yet stranger still&lt;br /&gt;Reflections of one so familiar, so close... yet untouchable as if an invisible barrier surrounds it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of dusk creeps in, arise!&lt;br /&gt;Melting into darkness, that flowing satin a smooth cover to hide that which pads silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then gone again! and with it a sense of longing overwhelms me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/Soq7xGNvItI/AAAAAAAAACE/iHruZQGXAR0/s1600-h/sleeping+wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" 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=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/lizard008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 325px;" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/lizard008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/lizard016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 328px;" src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/lizard016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/IMGA0774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 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guys! meet Tango!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/SQ6PqHRtR-I/AAAAAAAAABI/rbcH_rxUpjU/s1600-h/IMG_4565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/SQ6PqHRtR-I/AAAAAAAAABI/rbcH_rxUpjU/s320/IMG_4565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264302968113285090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just  got me a beardy hehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cam isn't functioning so this is a pic taken by jhoon of the batch =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute! he's sitting on my shoulder as i type this haha! just ate 3 more mealworms ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schweet~ just hope he doesn't poop on me haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, if y'are interested in reptiles, y'all welcome to drop by ^^ and i'm sure Tango would be glad to invite you for a petting session haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh oops. there goes a lil stinky. =_=ll lucky he did it on the newspaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-5541305760389996678?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/5541305760389996678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=5541305760389996678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/5541305760389996678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/5541305760389996678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-guys-meet-tango.html' title='hey guys! meet Tango!'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/SQ6PqHRtR-I/AAAAAAAAABI/rbcH_rxUpjU/s72-c/IMG_4565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-213097983059709754</id><published>2008-07-19T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:58:40.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If there are one or more people on your friends list who make your world a better place just because they exist, and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the Internet, then post this same sentence in your journal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-213097983059709754?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/213097983059709754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=213097983059709754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/213097983059709754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/213097983059709754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-5327421686259086095</id><published>2008-07-08T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T03:48:50.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh~ &lt;3</title><content type='html'>hana kimi, dammit i just can't get over this manga &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and ashiya &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;333~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-5327421686259086095?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/1349070896030024041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=1349070896030024041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/1349070896030024041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/1349070896030024041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2008/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-3704874878918361002</id><published>2008-05-07T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T08:20:27.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff everyone should know about....</title><content type='html'>thanks nasha for providing this interesting piece of info =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always hear "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the rules&lt;/span&gt;" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;male side&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the men rules:&lt;br /&gt;Please note… these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Breasts are for looking at and that is why we do it. Don’t try to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saturday = sports. It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:&lt;br /&gt;Subtle hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Strong hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;Obvious hints do not work!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; * JUST SAY IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done, not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay, we're just getting started, so read on! read on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, all these kinda hint's at the truth about my opinion that "girls are nigh impossible to understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing’s wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, expect an answer you don’t want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine, Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; * Sex,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; * Sport,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; * Cars,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt; * or Computers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am in shape. Round is a shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew......... alright, here come the last few...........@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 a.m. in the morning we do get&lt;br /&gt;a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;/ &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stunning&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Go ahead. I'm serious. Yes. FOR THE LAST #%^$&amp;amp;@ TI......&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I'm&lt;br /&gt;in. let us pay for you! don't "feel bad" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know&lt;br /&gt;somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed. *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are. honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily. *psst, unless you're just teasing then yeah, go ahead cuz you look cute when pouting &lt;3*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in&lt;br /&gt;front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;i'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of. on the other hand I'm not saying i wouldn't like it either ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a&lt;br /&gt;guy, won't wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS,he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear, it looks like we have a few more unplanned entries....&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL, they deserve a chance to be known =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;br /&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loving each other&lt;br /&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her&lt;br /&gt;a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too... And mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;br /&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;br /&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just so you know, its totally up to you whether to do it or not. I'm not one to condone chain letters/post/mail/whateverchawannacallit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will read this and gain some insight about guys ^_~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-3704874878918361002?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/3704874878918361002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=3704874878918361002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/3704874878918361002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/3704874878918361002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-stuff-everyone-should-know-about.html' title='Some stuff everyone should know about....'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-6430711847475102606</id><published>2008-04-18T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:38:48.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>rather darn accurate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=DGLD&amp;amp;g=1&amp;amp;o=1"&gt;http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=DGLD&amp;amp;g=1&amp;amp;o=1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-6430711847475102606?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/6430711847475102606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=6430711847475102606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/6430711847475102606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/6430711847475102606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-692905499085162606</id><published>2008-03-08T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T05:43:52.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Iguana *IGGY~~~~~~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8*****()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T_________T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SNIIIIIIIFFFF* 'O'___'O'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;iggy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-692905499085162606?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/692905499085162606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=692905499085162606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/692905499085162606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/692905499085162606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2008/03/missing-iguana-iggy.html' title='Missing Iguana *IGGY~~~~~~*'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-590504269999203693</id><published>2008-02-11T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T06:23:54.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Fun Things to do at an Exam</title><content type='html'>1. Bring a pillow. Fall asleep (or pretend to) until the last 15 minutes. Wake up, say "oh geez, better get cracking" and do some gibberish work. Turn it in a few minutes early. &lt;br /&gt;2. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!" &lt;br /&gt;3. If it is a math/science exam, answer in essay form. If it is long answer/essay form, answer with numbers and symbols. Be creative. Use the integral symbol. &lt;br /&gt;4. Make paper airplanes out of the exam. Aim them at the instructor's left nostril. &lt;br /&gt;5. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is. &lt;br /&gt;6. Bring cheerleaders. &lt;br /&gt;7. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About five minutes into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?" &lt;br /&gt;8. Bring a Game Boy (or Game Gear, etc...). Play with the volume at max level. &lt;br /&gt;9. On the answer sheet (book, whatever) find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.&lt;br /&gt;10. Bring pets. &lt;br /&gt;11. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off. &lt;br /&gt;12. Fifteen minutes into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every fifteen minutes. &lt;br /&gt;13. Do the exam with crayons, paint, or fluorescent markers. &lt;br /&gt;14. Come into the exam wearing a pair of birkenstocks, and nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;15. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible. &lt;br /&gt;16. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up! For math/science exams, try using Roman numerals. &lt;br /&gt;17. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you. &lt;br /&gt;18. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it. &lt;br /&gt;19. Walk into the exam with an entourage. Claim you are going to be taping your next video during the exam. Try to get the instructor to let them stay, be persuasive. Tell the instructor to expect a percentage of the profits if they are allowed to stay. &lt;br /&gt;20. Every five minutes, stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam. &lt;br /&gt;21. Turn in the exam approximately 30 minutes into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was. &lt;br /&gt;22. Do the entire exam as if it was multiple choice and true/false. If it is a multiple choice exam, spell out interesting things (DCCAB, BABE, etc..). &lt;br /&gt;23. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out. &lt;br /&gt;24. Get the exam. Twenty minutes into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Screw this!" and walk out triumphantly. &lt;br /&gt;25. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (i.e. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink). &lt;br /&gt;26. Show up completely drunk. (Completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy). &lt;br /&gt;27. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!" &lt;br /&gt;28. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day. &lt;br /&gt;29. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 minutes, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away. &lt;br /&gt;30. Go to an exam for a class you have no clue about, where you know the class is very small, and the instructor would recognize you if you belonged. Claim that you have been to every lecture. Fight for your right to take the exam. &lt;br /&gt;31. Upon receiving the exam, look it over, while laughing loudly, say "you don't really expect me to waste my time on this drivel? Days of our Lives is on!!!" &lt;br /&gt;32. Bring a water pistol with you. Nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;33. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai. &lt;br /&gt;34. Start a brawl in the middle of the exam. &lt;br /&gt;35. If the exam is math/science related, make up the longest proofs you could possibly think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. &lt;br /&gt;36. Come in wearing a full knight's outfit, complete with sword and shield.&lt;br /&gt;37. Bring a friend to give you a back massage the entire way through the exam. Insist this person is needed, because you have bad circulation. &lt;br /&gt;38. Bring cheat sheets FROM ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out, too) and staple them to the exam with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit." &lt;br /&gt;39. When you walk in, complain about the heat. Strip. &lt;br /&gt;40. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her. &lt;br /&gt;41. One word: Wrestlemania. &lt;br /&gt;42. Bring balloons, blow them up, start throwing them around like they do before concerts start. &lt;br /&gt;43. Try to get people in the room to do the wave. &lt;br /&gt;44. Play frisbee with a friend at the other side of the room. &lt;br /&gt;45. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;46. Get deliveries of candy, flowers, balloons, telegrams, etc... sent to you every few minutes throughout the exam. &lt;br /&gt;47. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, &lt;br /&gt;chairs, anything you can reach. &lt;br /&gt;48. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle. &lt;br /&gt;49. Bring a musical instrument with you, play various tunes. If you are asked to stop, say "it helps me think." Bring a copy of the Student Handbook with you, challenging the instructor to find the section on musical instruments during finals. Don't forget to use the phrase "Told you so". &lt;br /&gt;50. Answer the exam with the "Top Ten Reasons Why Professor xxxx Sucks".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-590504269999203693?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/590504269999203693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=590504269999203693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/590504269999203693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/590504269999203693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2008/02/50-fun-things-to-do-at-exam.html' title='50 Fun Things to do at an Exam'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-8872713209463942611</id><published>2007-12-31T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T08:11:38.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new year for this wolfie</title><content type='html'>well now, this has been a rather interesting year ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much to say but sometimes putting it into words are the hardest parts =) good stuff, shit happens, but i feel i have grown as an individual. living life really is life's greatest lesson, and just all too often many of us don't realise that if we don't step forward and live the moment, it will just slip us by like a shady wraith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we hesitate too much. more often than not, its cuz of fear or insecurity, but who can blame us? uncertainties are definitely intimidating, and i've had my fair share of shaky moments too, 'specially this year... but as i learnt to step forward and just embrace it, to do what i have to do... i have gained much, much that i would not have if i had cowered and refused to acknowledge that things will happen. its just a question of sooner or later and how i'll handle it when it gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness and a wave of light relief comes over me when its all said and done. sure at times it may hurt a little... but hey, its a lot like sports: you train and get them muscle aches, but when the aches subsides you are already stronger. maybe im just optimistic but least thats how i look at it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patience, tolerance, care, being true to myself and my feelings, love, restraint, perseverance, a sense of keeping it real and yet dare to dream are just a few of the many i will hopefully bring with me to the next year, and years after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the ups and downs, one thing has remained constant which i am blessed with. friends, my dear friends, who have stuck by me, enjoyed and amplified the good times, and supported each other during the not so pleasant ones. many many times i look back and just reflect the past, and my eyes get all watery at the precious memories and moments. gosh, im all emotional and sappy now pfft =)&lt;br /&gt;cherished and forever indebted to **friends**, life is sweet and special with you fellahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that. the countdown just happened. happy new year people, im not much for praying but i pray you all have a BLOODY BOMBASTIC year ahead  ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-8872713209463942611?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-7102621254326932026</id><published>2007-12-27T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:04:09.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHIKA WELL!</title><content type='html'>to the tune of jingle bells... =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;chika well chika well chika all the hell &lt;br /&gt;oh what fun it is to glide on kentucky fried chicken smell, HEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mashing potatoes, in a one cook oven clay&lt;br /&gt;over the spills we go, mashing all the way&lt;br /&gt;pepper bottles cling, setting tongues alight&lt;br /&gt;what fun it is to fry n bring a crazy song tonight HO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-7102621254326932026?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-7326995677299951856</id><published>2007-12-22T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T06:48:49.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's lessons learnt, a better person at the end of a year ~^_~~</title><content type='html'>wow. i'm tired. and sick with fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least i got the shopping done ^_^ wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrruuuhbbrrbbbba..... the night before the competition and i have no idea why i feel so darn calm O_o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 things to do and thats been keeping me busy these hols =/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention events that has happened within the past 3 weeks or so... has taught me many things about life and i think its safe to say i've gained some maturity &lt;br /&gt;along the way =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's even got me wondering and maybe almost believing that there's fate and that things happen out of the choices we make, the things we do and others do.... some things are so coincidental that it makes me wonder if 'someone'(whatever you wanna call it,makes no diff to me =p) is trying to tell me something @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i'm sleepy. will probably write about the ulu yam trip next time.. now that was awesome but its a story for another time. now, its just time for me to hit the bed and dream(of stuff) ^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-7326995677299951856?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/7326995677299951856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=7326995677299951856' title='0 Comments'/><link 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(me) x3</title><content type='html'>The Top 15 Reasons to Date a Dancer:&lt;br /&gt;15. We've mastered the five positions perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;14. We have perfect hip rotation.&lt;br /&gt;13. We're used to getting on our knees and rolling around on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;12. We have excellent stamina - we can go for hours, even when it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;11. We have really good rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;10. We are used to perfoming in minimal amounts of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you say nice legs?&lt;br /&gt;8. Our moves are always perfectly choreographed.&lt;br /&gt;7. We do it in front of mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;6. We're not as delicate and fragile as we look. &lt;br /&gt;5. We're perfectionists: we'll keep going until we hit it. &lt;br /&gt;4. After a quick intermission we're ready to go at it again. &lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes, we perform multiple times a day. &lt;br /&gt;2. We don't mind getting hot and sweaty. &lt;br /&gt;1. One word: flexibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-1972092445744558609?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/1972092445744558609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=1972092445744558609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/1972092445744558609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/1972092445744558609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-15-reasons-to-date-dancer-me-x3.html' title='The Top 15 Reasons to Date a Dancer (me) x3'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-7944078618255245835</id><published>2007-12-06T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T01:29:34.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam blues/downcast/stress/pressure/boredom etc</title><content type='html'>... ... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;... ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-7944078618255245835?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/7944078618255245835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=7944078618255245835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/7944078618255245835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/7944078618255245835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2007/12/exam-bluesdowncaststresspressureboredom.html' title='Exam blues/downcast/stress/pressure/boredom etc'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-7694625316735315287</id><published>2007-11-26T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:21:07.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Bl00dy Ph@il.</title><content type='html'>urrgh... fever aint a good thing when exams are looming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. WILL. NOT. DANCE. AND. SING. IN. THE. RAIN. LESS. I. FALL. HOPELESSLY. SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoosh, finally feel better after 4 days of sneezing coughing and overall inability to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to see hallucinations d... like that spartan dude doing some sorta funky stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/1176388427657cj8ka8.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even this little dude....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/_Mario_Jacson.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when im supposed to be studying n doing past years for my exam cming up next week, what do i do? read manga n listen to emo songs wtf?!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j00 ph@il d00d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/R0qADyoQ5CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/isiaxBx950k/s1600-h/you_fail_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/R0qADyoQ5CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/isiaxBx950k/s320/you_fail_06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137059127588086818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now iv so gotta do this to prevent access to my pc +_+'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/KOAJ.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-7694625316735315287?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/7694625316735315287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=7694625316735315287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/7694625316735315287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/7694625316735315287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-bl00dy-phil.html' title='I Bl00dy Ph@il.'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/R0qADyoQ5CI/AAAAAAAAAAk/isiaxBx950k/s72-c/you_fail_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-2186017922541517355</id><published>2007-11-24T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T16:55:08.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmfuaaaaaaaCHOO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/R0jG1yoQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JyoiA9WJq14/s1600-h/fearfactorky1am5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136574002442068978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/R0jG1yoQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JyoiA9WJq14/s320/fearfactorky1am5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;HAAACHOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff* ahack ack ack koff koff....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, wonder whats being going on the past few days...haven't stopped sneezing at all &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....gonna go back to sleep, can't study at all....zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;flu shot time huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X_X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-2186017922541517355?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/2186017922541517355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=2186017922541517355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/2186017922541517355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/2186017922541517355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2007/11/mmfuaaaaaaachoo.html' title='mmfuaaaaaaaCHOO!!'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zxSeK3vsC_I/R0jG1yoQ4_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JyoiA9WJq14/s72-c/fearfactorky1am5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-6770415055148663972</id><published>2007-11-16T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:22:10.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEEEZZ!!</title><content type='html'>lessee....nothing eventful, nothing eventful, nothing eventf....oh yeah.. MY BAG WAS STOLEN!! WARRGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well... my bloody mistake for being so careless and putting my wallet hp etc into the bag =.= bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, today=sneezing fit day...wth, hope the ppl sitting beside me in class aint too disgusted lol... guess i cant hold my drink well at all? its only ice lemon tea =.= either that or i caught a bug or some dust mites found their way up my nasals....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys, for comforting me n advising me on being more careful... feel so stupid that i cud just leave my stuff like that lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, iggy has grown...need two hands to hold her now, less she scratches me and forcibly rearranges my outer epidermis =_=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh inactivity so does not suit me... absolutely hates the exam study period, since for that month or so i end up at the desk or the pc studying my brain cells away. health detiorates, and fitness levels drop amazingly fast.. pff  i so gotta go out n run nightly... not today tho, need to get some rest for my nasals to clear up 1st =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to rant or crap about.. thats another thing i hate about exam time..no life ... friends going Cameron, PD, Genting, Penang etc, n i get my books for company =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grrrrwl*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-6770415055148663972?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/6770415055148663972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=6770415055148663972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/6770415055148663972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/6770415055148663972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2007/11/jeeezz.html' title='JEEEZZ!!'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-1301363978403708938</id><published>2007-11-08T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:24:40.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ez2Dancer, Stardust, Fluffy</title><content type='html'>waaaa...... trying to put latin moves into Ez2Dancer songs is blaaaaaaardy tough&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will persevere.....gonna bring new breath to ezdancing at pyramid somehow...bet some of the ppl there were wondering what the heck was that idiot doing shaking his hips about so vigorously xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far as i am able to discern, there is chacha, samba, and jive cum rock n roll that are potentially applicable to them songs... but gosh....the energy involved is POUUUFF!!! i was so surprised today when i found myself panting hard after just two songs O_o thank god im not a breakdancer trying to breakdance on that platform...i'd probably die of exhaustion lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the movie titled Stardust, and wow was it funny^^ comedy with a twist of romance sure does warm the cockles of my heart =D i think the part i laughed the hardest was when this...'captain' cross dressed and danced to a piece of classical music. universal mirth affected everyone in the theater at that point and it almost drowned out the audio hehe. i can see why suyin wanted to watch that hilarious flick a 2nd time ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, fluffy(my puppy) got some love from siew cat n suyin today =) that silly thing is sleeping right now yelping n making contented noises....no doubt dreaming of delicious food and running in the field. heck, it might even b dreaming of when it was sitting happily in suyin's lap earlier today haha =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after fnishing this piece of rant i'd better get back to my studies...been neglecting them too much this year n its now payback time hahaha^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaa fluffy! shh.... noisy la wei =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-1301363978403708938?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/1301363978403708938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=1301363978403708938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/1301363978403708938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/1301363978403708938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2007/11/ez2dancer-stardust-fluffy.html' title='Ez2Dancer, Stardust, Fluffy'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-4758559860923659152</id><published>2007-11-05T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:17:02.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long. long.. long... long..........time. OLA!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow...its been such a while since i last came here to rant =.= guess im nt really the blogging sort huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to catch up with some things ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Ballroom competitions really impressed me! The standard has risen so much in Malaysia as compared to one year ago! looking back at last year's videos, the dancers who i once admired doesnt really seem so great now compared to this year's batch O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that actually leaves me with a BIG chunk of pride, since i managed to grab a few titles along the way ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, the 1st half of the year was a bit distressful for me...michelle(my dance partner) and i kept getting placed 2nd for our 1st 3 competitions T_T some of the judges decisions were a little suspicious...is it just coincidence that 5 out of 9 judges can give us a rank of 1 or 2 and only 2 judges gives us a rank of 7 or 8? ah well, maybe they spotted us during a blunder or something T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, things started to pick up^^ over the next few competitions we managed to pick up several titles, and for the international competitions like the crystal dancesport championships, we managed to enter the finals and was ranked 4th, beating malaysians and several other foreigners ^_^ ^_^ that was really our proudest moment xD cuz last year in the same event, not a single malaysian got into the finals, where this year we were the only malaysian couple to not only get in the finals, but also knock ourselves up into the 4th placing xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow so much to write about still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm...jumping a bit thru time....i think it was in august...merdeka eve. An event took place that quite literally changed my life. now how did the story go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kev siew cat n i went to the pyramids to catch a movie, Perfect Stranger. An interesting comedy, well worth to watch. after the show the girls wanted to go shopping around, clothes n stuff (my guess was they were looking for bday presents for each other) so kev n i just tagged along and watched in amusement as the other shoppers stared at these two strange guys hanging inside a women's clothes store =X&lt;br /&gt;after the girls had their fill of shopping, i guess they kinda felt sorry for dragging us around so we headed for the arcades. as is customary, kev and i had a few rounds duking it out with each other on the para para dance machines ^_^ stuff happens,coins were used, sweat flowed.&lt;br /&gt;i was wondering why ppl were looking at us like we were some orangutan's gotten loose and assaulting the machine.......guess our freestyle workout caught some attention eh? albeit for the wrong reasons X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after tiring ourselves out, we took a break on the seats near a different dance machine. i later discovered it is called Ez2Dancer. at that time, there was this girl who was just getting onto the machine. we sat, panting heavily after our exertions, and watched as the girl danced with a certain grace and flow to the song. I must say we definitely enjoyed the performance ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, naturally these two competitive and adventurous guys were tempted to try out the machine after a dazzling performance. we inserted our last two coins and prepared for our own amazing performance. at 1st we picked easy mode.....GOD!! was it heckuva slow aarrrgh! we were standing there like idiots waiting for the next bubble to pop by =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally pumped up for a harder song, we (foolishly) picked our next song which was 3 ranks higher. the following spectacle couldnt be anything less than disastrous........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the bystanders nearby, it was as if we were trying to somehow stomp and bash the machine into itsy pieces of wiring and circuits..... imagine this, a base ball is headed your way and your hand is too slow to stop it from hitting u in the face. now take that and multiply by 5. that was what we felt when a huge amount of bubbles appeared seemingly out of no where on the screen!!!! i was wildly flailing my arms and tripping over my own overlong legs whilst kev was doing goodness knows what sumo karate judo moves all over the place on that blasted machine!! needless to say we lasted less than 30 secs.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pooped out from the sudden barrage of bubbles, the four of us decided to cool off over a nice mug of A &amp;amp; W's Rootbeer Float. the ladies went to find a seat whilst kev n i hustled over to the counter to place our orders. as we reached the counter the person before us was just collecting her drink n headed towards the seats. i recognised her to be the dancer we saw earlier @_@ well, thirst was overpowering us so we placed our orders. collecting our drinks, kev n i made our way back to the ladies. seated two seats away was the dancer we watched earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Out of some sudden whim, i deviated my course and approached her. "hi! you're that dancer earlier from the arcades arent u? wow u danced really well!" not much as greetings go, but u gotta understand, my system was desert parched from all that workout. kev n the ladies got curious and came over^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a good friend and gentleman*wah paiseh* i supplied my name, asked for hers and introduced my pals one by one ^_^ that awesome dancer's name turned out to be Suyin. after the initial introductions were made, the 4(calyn went off to do some mre shopping...or was it toilet break?) of us chatted up a storm!! turns out that this new aquaintance of ours studies just nearby at the same college i go to, sunway coll uni. i was rather surprised when she answered my question whether she has learnt any form of dancing before....she said not at all....wow! was my reaction, didnt expect that judging from the way she performed on that machine @_@ chat chat chat bla bla bla, cat comes back n joins in for a while. it was soon about 5.30pm and it was time for all of us to leave. we exchanged numbers to keep in contact and thus the day was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week or so flew by, and cat(calyn)'s bday celebration came around. i made a suggestion to my friends, and invited suyin for some chill time at the arcades. that was just after my progress exams and she hadnt been to the arcades for a while so we all headed over to the pymids on a friday. initially the plan was to catch a movie...unfortch none of the shows that were screening were any good... in the end, someone(hugo?cant remember...sry &gt;_&lt;) suggested we treat cat to a good meal. went around and settled our butts down at waffleworld. makan talk eat cakap and much more later, we headed back up to the arcades to work off some of the calories we gained yapping and gulping .... folks, thats where i got the biggest ass thrashing i can remember.. after kev n i warmed up on the para para, we went over to the ez2dancer gizmo, and i went up a round with suyin. luckily she was kind enough to choose a simple song, even tho it was hard mode. the 1st song went by, and i was chagrined to see her bar full, whilst mine was blinking red barely an inch.....O_O credit must be given that she took pity on me and choose another simple song for the 2nd round. guess what, barely 15 secs into the song i lost balance and almost got a mouthful of plastic and circuits...luckily wolf instinct took over and somehow i managed to plant my feet back onto the platform. at the end of the 2nd round, despite my best efforts, my bar was the epitome of non-existence...T.T i shrudder to describe the 3rd round....earlier i mentioned kev n i stood there like dungus while waiting to hit a bubble? this time i stood like a dungu again....waiting to somehow catch a bubble by pure chance!!! PWN3D FR13D.... siew described that particular scenario as "Wilson getting his ass thrashed and kick into outerspace" X_X ouch! well....not much happened for the next few weeks, other than my mock exams.. ah. after my mocks, calyn n i planned a trip to genting, idea originating from kevin n i. not to mention siew invited the group(+suyin) and her coll friends over to her house for a costume party sleepover on her bday eve ^_~ wow the party was rather successful!! who says a costume party cannot work in malaysia huh? lets see...we had a rugby player, cowgirl(siew), lamppost(keen), gypsy(paddy), teacher n schoolgirl combo, whitefaced witch(beh), green iguana(iggy), rug(chester), bellydancer(?), photographer(?), 2 men killers(cat and kristal),chinese pontianak/munak(suyin) and hugo kinda freaked everyone out when he emerged dressed only in a unbuttoned shirt and a towel.....*loses bfast as i typed this* omg, hugo never ever do that again until u learn to either sit like a lady or lose some hair from your legs @_@ goodness, he n beh did some sort of wierd sexual ceremony stage dance wtf?!! hopefully he wore something else beneath the towel, less the girls get traumatised when he sits down with his knees wide apart XO;;;;;;;;;; yours truly came as Uiruson, shinobi of konoha, dubbed by the others as the dancing ninja @@. my initial plan was to wear a costume which can change into 3 different characters thru out the nite, but it was a rather hot nite...2 layers didnt cut it &gt;_&lt; well i guess my costume caught their attention, i was being grabbed to take pictures with =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuff happens, then the dance mat came out, thats where we introduced paddy and suyin to DDR on the ps2 ^^ and wow were they quick learners.. soon they were lining up along with the rest for the stomp fest !! after that we totaly percussioned ourselves over a game suyin brought over, Taiko!! aw that game was soooooo keeeeewt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, one by one our pals leave and only those for the sleepover remained. 4 of us attempted to scare ourselves shitless over the game fatal frame 2. hugo was the lucky guy who got to hold a eeriely vibrating controller since he volunteered earlier to play that game for 2 hrs straight....such a brave soul. too bad his mind n body couldnt agree with his soul and he ended up as a puddle of quivering fear....=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we knew, we dropped of to the land of zzz. the dead body effect took over the living room as bodies were strewn everywhere. wake up call by yours truly as we had to get on the bus to genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, nothing eventful, skipping stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k now we got to the hotel room, i discovered a fatal flaw in the bathroom's security O_o that bathroom has not one but TWO entrances =O the second one being a pair of mirrored sliding doors.....which has no way of securing or locks whatsover. the guys were pretty pissed off when i dutifully announced that obscurity to the group xDD no guys, voyeurism without consent does not become u ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah here is something worth mentioning...suyin was feeling a little delicate that morning, probably from the bus and cable car ride. the moment she got to the room she curled up in the corner of the bed and went into hibernation mode. hehe it was pretty much a universal agreement that she looks helluva adorable when sleeping. that was when we came up with suyin's inner animal =3 ask her or one of us if ur curious what it was =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, nothing special after that, chain of events as follows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;themepark&gt;rides&gt;KFC lunch&gt;arcade....ah, here i gotta add something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the new arcade was fabulous and all that, but suyin n i were eager to find the older one with ye old faithful dance machines. stuffing ourselves with fried chicken means workout time...holy shit, that old arcade was bloody hard to find, we ended up walking almost twice around genting before we finally located the dark and almost abandoned arcade... the dissapointment at the condition of said machines were apparent on our faces...screen was fuzzy, sound was weak...urgh!!&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, we all gathered back at the hotel room for some much needed R &amp;amp; R. the chipmunk and koala almost instantly went into hibernation.. even this wolf felt the need to lay his head on his paws and take a brief respite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm, one event did take place that nite which i'd gloss over, but it touched me so i'll jus mention a bout it. siew cat n paddy went out to the convenient store to grab some insta noodles for dinner. as they were out, suyin headed off to take a shower. ok before you guys out there start drooling or having wierd thoughts, NOTHING HAPPENED. i repeat...oh nvm u get the idea. that is one brave girl, i was touched that she trusted keen n i enough to take a shower even with those blasted sliding doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the ladies came back with dinner and we feasted. okay, this was probably the 1st time my friends has seen someone eat chilled maggi cup curry noodles. it was pretty darn good anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, skipping some time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in kl sentral, we parted ways as each of us headed back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life went on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next eventful er.....well one thing sticks out in my mind, suyin invited me out for some fun at the arcades, and to meet this chap she says is a pro at ez2dancer. intrigued, i complied ^^ neh, i was rather restless anyhows and wanted a chance to stretch my limbs so i was rather eager to go bang up the machine a bit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was there early so i hung around a bit...then i spotted this guy who...sorta looked familiar =/ on the ez2dancer. he was pretty good, solid movements and fast reflexes. after a few rounds he went to rest while playing at the virtual machines. shortly, i met up with suyin and she pointed at that guy, Joshua!! lol i thought i recognised him, but couldnt be sure cuz from the pic on his facebook profile, i'd thought he'd be taller ^_^ (no offense josh, im a lousy estimate =))&lt;br /&gt;also met another 2 friends of her's, heal(?) tan and melinda =) didnt really get to interact with melinda but them two guys seem pretty nice ppl^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...there i was, surrounded by ez2dancer pros....im sure most of u can imagine how nervous i got when i went up on that machine xD †divine bovine† doesnt begin to describe the spectacle of me stiff as a plank cluttering around on that platform......=þ some how managed to last the 3 rounds with a speckle of life left in the bar. @_@ ah, but watching them, suyin n josh, i learnt more about the different styles and sequences which one may implement to make the movement around the platform easier ^^ to cut it short i met some wonderful ppl that day and i was hella glad i went out, was feeling under the weather earlier on that day and almost didnt go.&lt;br /&gt;thank ¤whatever¤ †divine† being that i went anyways for that was surely one of my more memorable times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after, the terry fox marathon came around. BY ZEUS'S CELESTIAL THUNDER that was the longest i have ever run in my whole life! almost 10km is no joke for a person who goes sprinting+jogging around a padang for a few rounds.........thats like running from my house to the YMCA in KL...WTF?! but i felt really really good after that...although i was but a tiny speck in that huge horde of marathoners, i take pride that i ran in such a meaningful event =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly...after that hellish run and a bout of ez2dancer+para para in the afternoon, the next day i didnt even feel a single ache,pain or torment?! whoa........ sweet, no aftereffects of strain ^_^ ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally after 8 hours since i started typing this super mega gigantic update....its done! omygoshimsotiredgottagotakesomezzz........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the story continues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-4758559860923659152?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/4758559860923659152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=4758559860923659152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/4758559860923659152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/4758559860923659152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-long-long-long-longtime-ola.html' title='Its been a long. long.. long... long..........time. OLA!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-7734278613852701979</id><published>2006-12-27T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T05:58:43.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Iguana Way ( To Heaven)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Iguana Way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a dearth of information on the peculiar metaphysics of iguanas, specifically their religion and their beliefs about the ultimate goals of iguana life. To fill this aching void, I offer this on the Iguana iguana way of life, called Iguana Points. This system has only a few rules (since, after all, were talking about creatures whose brain size approximates that of a kumquat), but it is the Way of Life for all self-respecting members of this iguanid species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Goal&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal of an iguana's life is to amass points. The iguanas who die with the most points go to Iguana Heaven. Iguana Heaven is in Ecuador. Iguana Hell is a 10-gallon tank with a hot rock in a 12 year old's dark bedroom who thinks that fruit cocktail (in heavy syrup) is excellent iguana food and who likes playing basketball with his pets. Literally. No iguana wants to die with insufficient Iguana Points and end up in Iguana Hell. Therefore, competition is fierce amongst these scaled beasts. With some patience and understanding on your part, you may help your iguana achieve his or her goal. While there is no direct proof that humans who cause their iguanas to end up in Iguana Hell do not themselves end up in an Eternity spent handling big, untamed iguanas whose claws have never been clipped, why chance it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Points&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points are amassed by performing the following activities: &lt;u&gt;Points Activity&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Sleeping in the sun; per hour&lt;br /&gt;2 Sleeping in sun on top of another iguana&lt;br /&gt;5 Sleeping on top of owner's head&lt;br /&gt;10 Pooping in water bowl and making owner clean up&lt;br /&gt;10 Pooping in food dish and making owner clean up&lt;br /&gt;15 Pooping in fresh food&lt;br /&gt;15 Pooping on owners head&lt;br /&gt;20 Pooping on owners head just before owner leaves for work&lt;br /&gt;30 Enthusiastically "making out" with his LuvSock when guests walk by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pooping on furniture:&lt;/strong&gt;                                                                                                                            2 chairs&lt;br /&gt;10 sofas and futons&lt;br /&gt;10 beds&lt;br /&gt;275 pooping under the covers and watching smugly as owner's get into bed (possibly a fast ticket to ig heaven!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free Roamers and Pooping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;0 Poops in middle of newspaper&lt;br /&gt;5 Poops on edge of newspaper, so half runs off&lt;br /&gt;10 Poops on floor next to newspaper&lt;br /&gt;15 Walks through poop, makes tracks all over room&lt;br /&gt;20 Finds completely new place to poop&lt;br /&gt;25 New poop place goes unfound for 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;30 Owner finds poop by stepping in it&lt;br /&gt;35 Owner wearing only socks in above incident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knocking things over when your keepers aren't home:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 each item&lt;br /&gt;3 expensive items, each&lt;br /&gt;10 completely clearing off a shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Climbing up bookcases and knocking out books from inside the shelves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2 points per book&lt;br /&gt;10 points for first editions or other antique volumes&lt;br /&gt;5 Climbing higher than other iguanas&lt;br /&gt;5 Climbing up expensive lace curtains higher than other iguana&lt;br /&gt;10 Ruining lace curtains; each panel&lt;br /&gt;10 Glaring disdainfully when owner objects to ruining of lace curtains or toppling of expensive items&lt;br /&gt;1 Iguana leaping&lt;br /&gt;2 Iguana leaping and landing on owner&lt;br /&gt;5 Iguana leaping, landing on owner and tearing clothes and/or skin&lt;br /&gt;1 Sticking iguana tongue out at something&lt;br /&gt;2 Clawing futilely and biting at light bulb guard in cage&lt;br /&gt;20 Dismantling same and destroying light without electrocuting self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tormenting other household pets; the degrees involved are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 staring until they go away;&lt;br /&gt;3 crawling over them like speedbumps when they're asleep;&lt;br /&gt;5 drinking out of their water bowl and making them wait until you're done;&lt;br /&gt;15 kicking them out of their favorite sleeping spot so you can use it, then pooping there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Training humans for servitude to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 get you out of your house whenever you want;&lt;br /&gt;5 feed you stuff they know isn't good for you, but you like;&lt;br /&gt;15 give you massages whenever you want by pretending to have cramps;&lt;br /&gt;25 make the other pets leave you alone after you tormented them;&lt;br /&gt;50 let you loose in the house when they're away or asleep despite what they know you do when they're gone;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artistic shedding:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 looking like a leper when visitors arrive;&lt;br /&gt;25 if it's a full-body shed and your guests hate herps and think they're creepy;&lt;br /&gt;50 if they're close relatives whom you wish really hadn't come over to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair Eating:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 for each human hair they find and eat&lt;br /&gt;3 for each hair they yank out of their head while they pretend to nuzzle your neck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hiding Behind Furniture:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 making you come and get them&lt;br /&gt;2 if you have to move the furniture to get them&lt;br /&gt;5 if it takes two (or more) people to move the furniture&lt;br /&gt;1 bonus point for pretending they don't know what they've done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally...&lt;br /&gt;5 For pooping on your hardcopy printout of The Iguana Way&lt;br /&gt;10 ...if it was a big wet one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Warning&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iguana Way is to be kept secret. No iguana should reveal this way to an owner because no iguana wants an owner to know why they act the way they do. To reveal The Way to an owner causes forfeiture of all accumulated iguana points. So, please, be discrete or you both may end up where you don't want to be! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanith Tyrr, who found information on iguana behavior and motivation lacking, researched iguana behavior and discovered the code of behavior by which iguanas live. Herewith is her contribution to the literature, with a few additions and amendments of my own and contributions from Suzy Miller and Leafy, Her Green Wickedness, Karl (who apparently has been doing a bit of furniture rearranging!), Tammy and Spike, and Pam Goda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(extract from &lt;a href="http://www.anapsid.org/humor/index.html"&gt;www.anapsid.org/humor/index.html&lt;/a&gt; ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-7734278613852701979?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/7734278613852701979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=7734278613852701979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/7734278613852701979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/7734278613852701979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2006/12/iguana-way-to-heaven.html' title='The Iguana Way ( To Heaven)'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-4548824053121963439</id><published>2006-12-22T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T05:49:44.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad Merry X'mas</title><content type='html'>hey guys! have a merry christmas hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a version of the 12 days of christmas to set the mood xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoy it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE 12 RETARDED DAYS OF CHRISTMAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me: three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Diane, on the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: five jelllyyy donnuuuutts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: On the sixth day of Christmas my sweetheart gave to me: six fish in a percolator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Five jelllyyy donnuuuutts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me: seven one-armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: Six fish in a percolator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Five jelllyyy donnuuuutts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Faye Wong, on the eighth day of Christmas I had a strange dream: eight dancing midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Seven one-armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: Six fish in a percolator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Five ... oh ... Five jelly donnuuuutts. Sorry, oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: nine owls lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Eight dancing midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Seven one-armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: Six fish in a percolator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Five jelly donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: ten drooling Leo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Nine owls lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Eight dancing midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Seven one-armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: Six fish in a percolator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Five ... jelly ... donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me: eleven cherry pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Ten drooling Leo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Nine owls lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Eight dancing midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Seven one-armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: Six fish in a percolator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Five jelllyyy donnuuuttts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: On the twelveth day of Christmas my sweetheart gave to me: twelve cups of coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Eleven cherry pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Ten drooling Leo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Nine owls lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Eight dancing midgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Seven one-armed men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: Six fish in a percolator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HSINSIAN: Five thousaannnddd donnuuuttts. What!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSING YOONG: Four talking logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUN KEEN: Three possessed souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEVIN: Two secret diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILSON: And a body ... dead ... wraaapped in plaaaastiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson Chew: Amen ... Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-4548824053121963439?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/4548824053121963439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=4548824053121963439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/4548824053121963439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/4548824053121963439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2006/12/feliz-navidad-merry-xmas.html' title='Feliz Navidad Merry X&apos;mas'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37973282.post-116585043449272651</id><published>2006-12-11T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:20:34.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiya everyone!</title><content type='html'>yeah, so this is my 1st blog...how do i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well, im currently sitting for my CAT papers, hopefully i will pass heheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess ima little crazy ain't i? should be studying but blogging instead =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..hopefully all goes well hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess im that kinda carefree guy xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37973282-116585043449272651?l=wilsondance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/feeds/116585043449272651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37973282&amp;postID=116585043449272651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/116585043449272651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37973282/posts/default/116585043449272651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wilsondance.blogspot.com/2006/12/hiya-everyone.html' title='Hiya everyone!'/><author><name>Wolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108113040700377257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='16' src='http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o155/th3hulK/3dancepicWinCE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
