<?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-3919162</id><updated>2012-01-09T20:41:51.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing in the rain...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86450001</id><published>2002-12-23T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T16:20:08.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sad to say~ but i've abandoned this blog and signed myself up for xanga now, u can now read my random blabbing at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.xanga.com/home.asp?user=dancingintherain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come visit often :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86450001?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86450001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86450001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86450001' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86399826</id><published>2002-12-22T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T11:59:54.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awww...orlando bloom's so cute :) with his curly brown hair and green eyes..*siGH* he's my new hero!!! mad archery skills too :) lord of the rings was awesome!! i'm so glad that harry potter and lord of the rings have different release times...so they don't have to compete. haha, cait and i realized some crazy things in LOTR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nasty, yellow-toothed man (the one that brain-washed the king of rowhan)~ kinda like snape&lt;br /&gt;gandalf~ kinda like dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;the talking "tree shepherd"~ CASWELL!! (big time....the way they talk... haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ionno, i don't remember the rest! but watch for the tree dude...CASWELL!!!!!! those who aren't taking AP Physics are totally missing out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go practicing for my license again later...*bleh* parallel parking is such a pain, it's not like we need it in GEORGIA!! oh well, hopefully i'll be getting my license this thursday :) so then i can DRIVE...wow~ wut a novel idea :) those stoopid parking people need to call me back...*gRR* i don't want to park at city hall...it's so far A...............W.................A................Y.............. hahaha, ya like that? okies, whatever, gg grocery shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86399826?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86399826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86399826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86399826' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86382955</id><published>2002-12-21T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T23:04:27.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back home from the dinner party and it wasn't so bad....well, not bad at ALL actually. everyone (the other kids) had changed so much...looks and personality wise. some for the better, others for the...well, i'm not sure. but we had a pretty good convo~ unlike before when we'd eat our food and mumble to each other about silly stuff. of course, somehow, the discussion moved onto the topic of colleges....why does that ALWAYS happen? must be ur typical chinese setting. and ying just got into UPenn so of course all the adults were like, blah blah blah, xiang, we'll be waiting for you next year. AHHHHHHH~ *siGH* wutever~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so en was telling me about college and how he'd rather be back in high school. WHY?! matt told me the complete opposite so now i'm really confused. i know the one thing i can count on looking forward to: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;RETIREMENT~!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaH~ and then i found out that he's switched his major recently...from computer science to pre-med~ i mean, what a drastic difference!! woW~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought: yay~! melody got her license!! :) hahaha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmM~ i'm going to bed, goodnight~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86382955?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86382955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86382955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86382955' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86336039</id><published>2002-12-20T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T17:00:03.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cantar&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida esta compuesta &lt;br /&gt;de esas pequeñas cosas &lt;br /&gt;que pasan por delante &lt;br /&gt;y ni se ven &lt;br /&gt;Cuando era mas pequeña &lt;br /&gt;sentia mariposas &lt;br /&gt;cantando melodias yo soñe &lt;br /&gt;Soñaba que algun dia &lt;br /&gt;mas antes que despues &lt;br /&gt;podria hablarle al mundo y seme fiel. &lt;br /&gt;El tiempo para callar &lt;br /&gt;deja paso al tiempo  &lt;br /&gt;de mi voz &lt;br /&gt;Cantar &lt;br /&gt;solo necesito cantar &lt;br /&gt;quiero darle tiempo al tiempo &lt;br /&gt;de soñar &lt;br /&gt;Sentir &lt;br /&gt;que hoy empieza el mundo a reir &lt;br /&gt;que se pona guapa la vida &lt;br /&gt;para mi, para mi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy rompo las cadenas  &lt;br /&gt;te leo mis problemas &lt;br /&gt;la musica me ayuda a caminar &lt;br /&gt;a veces tengo ganas  &lt;br /&gt;de ser la niña que &lt;br /&gt;sentia mariposas en la piel &lt;br /&gt;Y apuesto que tu tambien &lt;br /&gt;si te lo propones puede ser &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantar &lt;br /&gt;solo necesito cantar &lt;br /&gt;quiero darle tiempo al tiempo &lt;br /&gt;de soñar &lt;br /&gt;Sentir &lt;br /&gt;que hoy empieza el mundo a reir &lt;br /&gt;que se pona guapa la vida &lt;br /&gt;para mi, para mi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantar &lt;br /&gt;solo necesito cantar &lt;br /&gt;quiero darle tiempo al tiempo &lt;br /&gt;de soñar &lt;br /&gt;Sentir &lt;br /&gt;que hoy empieza el mundo a reir &lt;br /&gt;que se pona guapa la vida &lt;br /&gt;para mi, para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bit of a translation: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I break the chains &lt;br /&gt;I read you my problems &lt;br /&gt;The music helps me &lt;br /&gt;To walk through the times&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the girl that once felt&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies on her skin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sing alone &lt;br /&gt;I need to sing &lt;br /&gt;I want to consider all the possibilities &lt;br /&gt;To dream &lt;br /&gt;To feel that today it begins&lt;br /&gt;The world will laugh with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambien....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAYANDO EL SOL &lt;br /&gt;(Maná) &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayando el sol &lt;br /&gt;Rayando por ti &lt;br /&gt;esta pena me duele, me quema sin tu amor &lt;br /&gt;no me has llamado estoy desesperado &lt;br /&gt;son muchas lunas las que te he llorado &lt;br /&gt;CORO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayando el sol, oeooo desesperación es más &lt;br /&gt;fácil llegar al sol, que a tu corazón me muero &lt;br /&gt;por ti oeooo viviendo sin ti y no aguanto, me &lt;br /&gt;duele tanto estar asi rayando el sol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tu casa yo fui y no te encontré en el &lt;br /&gt;parque, en la plaza, en el cine yo te busqué, te &lt;br /&gt;tengo atrapada entre mi piel y mi alma más &lt;br /&gt;ya no puedo tanto y quiero estar junto a ti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayando el sol oeooo desesperación es más &lt;br /&gt;llegar al sol que a tu corazón ,oh me  &lt;br /&gt;muero por ti, viviendo sin ti y no aguanto, &lt;br /&gt;me duele tanto estar asi rayando el sol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rayando por ti &lt;br /&gt;Rayando &lt;br /&gt;rayando, ¡Uuuh rayando, rayando el sol! &lt;br /&gt;rayando ay ay ay ay rayando el sol &lt;br /&gt;rayando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun's rising&lt;br /&gt;Rising for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurting from the pain&lt;br /&gt;You have not called and I am desperate&lt;br /&gt;And I burn without your love&lt;br /&gt;It's been many moons since I last cried for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for the rays to arrive at your heart&lt;br /&gt;I've died because of you&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to be like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To your house I went &lt;br /&gt;And did not find you in the park, &lt;br /&gt;In the plaza, &lt;br /&gt;In the movies &lt;br /&gt;I sought you,&lt;br /&gt;I have you trapped between &lt;br /&gt;My skin and my soul &lt;br /&gt;I long to be next to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86336039?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86336039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86336039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86336039' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86334855</id><published>2002-12-20T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-20T16:26:57.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...what a bizarre day~ well, let's see, i got to school @ 9:30 and stopped by at McDonald's for breakfast (yummm...)...no yearbook final and the lit final wasn't too bad, 'cept some questions were really subjective. so then i went to find out about grades and stuff~ yay~ i kept the A in APUSH and well, my other classes, we'll see, especially in caswell's.so then i got a ride with janny (cuz she's the BEST ^.~) and came home. well, then i realized i had forgotten the certificate of attendance that i needed for my license.. so i freaked out and called about EVERYONE i knew. finally eric went and filled out the form for me and now i should get it in the mail by monday!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!! thanks eric, i owe u a BIG one :) wow~ happy ending today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then caitlin called me to tell me she had PASSED OUT while caroling at a nursing home~ and i freaked out once more. but she's ok so i'm glad. it's just reallie...&lt;i&gt;strange&lt;/i&gt;. but then again, she hadn't had anything to eat besides a nutra-grain bar all day...so that could be why. and we're still on for Lord of the Rings tonight so yay~ vasilios going to the IMAX theater @ mall of GA to see it...and that sounds like fun~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's been getting accepted into their top choice college and it's only been stressing me out...cuz graduation isn't that far away. i mean, there's just so much pressure from the expectations that need to be fulfilled. i'd hate to let my parents down and let MYSELF down. it's like everything we've been preparing for is only 17 months away...and it seems like there's no future after college. everyday it's just college this and college that...colleges want blah blah blah...sometimes staying sane doesn't seem like a requirement for most colleges...as long as you excel in everything else...SAT's...class rank...school grades...extracurricular....and what not. it's not like what do they want...but more like...what do they NOT want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, winter break will definitely help me catch up~ i even brought home my physics and pre-cal book today...haha, what a nerd :) anyways, i gotta clean my room because we're having another one of those "Chinese dinner parties" tomorrow. *bleh* no fun &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86334855?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86334855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86334855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86334855' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86146638</id><published>2002-12-16T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T22:35:09.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you so much janny~! hahaha, one person a day to thank, huh? well, my person to thank today is you~ you have definitely been there thru the ups and downs, listening to me complain, or even complaining WITH me....ionno which is better? one who listens or one who understands...well, whichever, ur both of the above. loL~ not much needs to be said on how much i appreciate you, and i'm glad we're still in that "really close" period :) thank you so much for all the things that you've done in the past to save/cover my butt~ they mean the world to me~ to friendship forever...i love you!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmMmmm~ i'm going to bed EARLY tonight...why? ionno, just a nice change :) loL~ even though it's not finals tomorrow...so we had our youth council meeting today and i was surprised at how only &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of us did the intersection assignment. it seems like not everyone's taking it seriously. but i don't blame them, with finals and all. thanks to chloe for solving my cheese dilemma :) haha, it sounds like such a crazy dilemma, oh but believe me, i was growing white hairs for this. haha~ note to self~ next person to thank: chloe. so i'm thinking about christmas presents and wow~ everyone's definitely getting NEW YEAR'S PRESENTS (as in, after we come back from break). well, at least those people who aren't just getting candy...i don't want to just buy random stuff for everyone because everyone close deserves a special present, ya noe? so ha, wait til new yr's ok? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow~ so many loose ends need to be tied up before break....beta/nhs service sheets...front office attendance form for getting license...emailing ms. keen...calling nathan's driving school for my certificate of completing the course...library books....ahhHhhhh!!!!!!!!  JOPDS DFIS0FHIR FDI0TGJRIE T94W075UYIOT 9R-EUATJRITMRNAT;HRTM R0EA7UT94AUT 04AUI9T0PRUEA9 RTU90AETUJR0A RT0A9ETUJR09AEJTRA[ TR90AE[TME[ WAI9RT0EM ET9-URA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok~ feel better........&lt;br /&gt;oh...today's suppose to be a happy day...xiang finally got her first A on caswell's test....and on one of the more difficult tests too. which proves nothing is impossible if u set ur heart to it. i mean, look at me...the lit/history/spanish girl who ABHORS math and science. haha, proud member of the 12 who made it :) okies, well, looks like it's almost sleep time....so goodnight and sweet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86146638?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86146638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86146638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86146638' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86004957</id><published>2002-12-14T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T17:09:37.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why are guys better at physics!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86004957?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86004957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86004957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86004957' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-86004774</id><published>2002-12-14T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T17:04:48.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;*siGH* i wish i lived a long time ago...in the dynasties of china...maybe the "Han" Dynasty...or "Tang" or even "Qing"...any dynasty really. and maybe of royal blood, that would be nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my mom's friend's lending me her chinese "soap opera" dvd's...yes, there are soap operas in china...but not the typical drama type. it's more like a really long movie broken up into episodes. i'm really into the kind about traditional china...not modern china (but meteor garden was good too). with all the kung fu..and the "jiang hu" kinda stuff...sigh, cherry would understand. i've been watching it non-stop, but it's a bad idea, since finals r so close...haha, i should get my mom to lock them up and give 'em to me after friday. speaking of friday, anyone else interested in Two Weeks Notice/Lord of the Rings II/Maid in Manhattan? i'm planning to go see it with friends on dec. 20th, but since finals r the same week, i don't really want to go buy tix in advance...and most likely, they'll B sold out. for Lord of the Rings at least. *sigH* orlando bloom is so kyoot!!!!!!!! off to work on APUSH sheets...and if i don't write later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three french hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in pear tree :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to wonder...does the first day of christmas start on dec. 25th or 12 days before that? if the former, then oops...i would think the latter tho, i mean look at hanukkah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-86004774?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86004774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/86004774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#86004774' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85979246</id><published>2002-12-14T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T00:13:55.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* wow, going to sleep after 12:00 comes naturally these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;originally i had intended to keep up with the "Twelve Days of Christmas" song, but seeing that it's officially the 2nd day of Christmas already, haha...whoops..anyways, i'll do my best:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me &lt;br /&gt;A partridge in a pear tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love sent to me &lt;br /&gt;Two turtle doves, &lt;br /&gt;And a partridge in a pear tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finals are next week, geez~ i still have no clue what i'm going to do for jones class, since there's really nothing to review...everything we've been doing is all stuff from LAST YEAR!!! but i feel iffy because what if this and what if that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SwEetxMeLOdEee (12:28:10 AM): that's what i was JUST thinking1&lt;br /&gt;SwEetxMeLOdEee (12:28:11 AM): wow&lt;br /&gt;SwEetxMeLOdEee (12:28:20 AM): we're like on this way cool vibe!&lt;br /&gt;angelndisguis3 (12:28:24 AM): haha, loL~ great minds think alike&lt;br /&gt;angelndisguis3 (12:28:36 AM): haha, it's called the i want to kill school vibe&lt;br /&gt;angelndisguis3 (12:28:43 AM): or...the i hate junior year vibe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay~ christine's online :) lol~ u nocturnal weirdo ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85979246?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85979246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85979246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85979246' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85821209</id><published>2002-12-10T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T23:34:44.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, shu's right~ i need to stop reading other people's blogs because:&lt;br /&gt;1.) you're either never mentioned, or&lt;br /&gt;2.) you're bitched about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and actually, janny, yes, ur right, it does hurt, even if that person isn't the world to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well~ scenario 2 hasn't happened yet, but scenario 1 is no good either. i guess i've just been kind of mellow these days, not the usual aggressive person and so i prolly seem distant. but wutever, it's nice to know when you're appreciated and well, right now i'm not feeling it. despite all those empty promises made at the beginning of the year, it's kind of depressing to see everyone drift apart. besides, other people's blogs, well~ sometimes the bogus people make up to sound philosophical just disgusts me. maybe they really feel that way, who knows? but being nosy is just an innate quality we all have, so who knows how long i'll b able to stay away from blogs i should'nt b reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming and i've been making lists of prez's for people...and it just gets more depressing...i hate having to WRITE down and DECIDE what to get everyone. i wish i could get everyone what they want, but frankly, who has that kind of money? so, i feel like i've been ranking my friends in order of importance. and at one time or another, most of them have been really close and then just drifted apart, or vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigH* i wish i could mend things and turn back time. everything just doesn't seem right anymore. i've been staying in serkie's room with chloe and blair to catch up on homework during lunch. but another reason is to just avoid latent problems. i would rather stay up until 12:00 every night doing hw if things could be like they were at the beginning of the year. everything was filled with so much excitement and hope, and right now~ i'm sick of school. winter break can't come fast enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like everyone's spirits are down, it must be the junior year syndrome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is about miracles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85821209?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85821209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85821209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85821209' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85664938</id><published>2002-12-07T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T23:15:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another busy day~ it doesn't seem like tomorrow is sunday...rather, it feels like friday today. hmm...how weird. well, i gave up going to the mall today to read John Adams (aren't you proud? i know cait is ^^) and somehow, i'm still not where i want/should/need to be. AHHH~!!! sally's idea of a discussion group sounds really great right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz consists of four questions that tell you whether or not you are qualified to be a "Professional".&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to cheat. The questions are not that difficult. All you need to do is think like a Professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 1:  How do you put a giraffe into a refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;(This question tests whether or not you are doing simple things in a complicated way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer:  Open the refrigerator, put in the giraffe and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 2:  How do you put an elephant into the refrigerator?&lt;br /&gt;(This question tests your foresight.)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG ANSWER:  Open the refrigerator, put in the elephant and shut the refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer: Open the refrigerator, take out of the giraffe, put in the elephant and close the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 3:  The Lion King is hosting an animal party. All the animals attend except one. Which animal does not attend?&lt;br /&gt;(This tests if you are capable of comprehensive thinking.)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer: The elephant. The elephant is in the refrigerator!&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;br /&gt;OK, if you did not answer the last three questions correctly, this one may be your last chance to prove you have the qualifications to be a Professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question 4:  There is a river where crocodiles live. How do you cross it?&lt;br /&gt;(This question tests your reasoning ability.)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct answer: Simply swim through it. All the crocodiles are attending the animal party!&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;br /&gt;So, how well did you Score?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered four out of four questions correctly, you are a true professional. Wealth and success await you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered three out of four, you have some catching up to do but there's hope for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered two out of four, consider a career as a hamburger flipper in a fast food joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered one out of four, try selling some of your organs. It's the only way you will ever make any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you answered none correctly, consider a career that does not require any higher mental functions at all, such as politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keys to a Happy Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliment at least one person everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Watch a sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Be the first to say "Hello."&lt;br /&gt;Treat everyone as you want to be treated.&lt;br /&gt;Never give up on anybody; miracles happen.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the Jones’s.&lt;br /&gt;Pray not for things, but for wisdom and courage.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget that a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your promises.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to show cheerfulness even when you don’t feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that overnight success usually takes 15 years. &lt;br /&gt;Leave everything better than you found it.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do.&lt;br /&gt;When you arrive at your job in the morning, let the first thing you say brighten everyone’s day.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t rain on other people’s parades.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them. &lt;br /&gt;Keep some things to yourself and don’t promote havoc by backstabbing people you love. &lt;br /&gt;Let Your Love Flow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After A While&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, &lt;br /&gt;And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't mean security, &lt;br /&gt;And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises, &lt;br /&gt;And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open, with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child&lt;br /&gt;And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is to uncertain for plans&lt;br /&gt;and futures have a way of fallingdown in mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. &lt;br /&gt;So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. &lt;br /&gt;And you learn that your really can endure...that you really are strong, &lt;br /&gt;And your really do have worth. &lt;br /&gt;And you learn, with every good-bye, you learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85664938?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85664938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85664938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85664938' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85625601</id><published>2002-12-06T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T23:40:57.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo~!!! it's the weekend!! i've been stressing out over this weekend because there's so much to do and so little time. but i figured out today that if i skip MYSO rehearsal on sunday then i can go over to chloe's house to work on the physics lab book with some of the most amazing people at physics *cough, amy* and i'm still trying to persuade caswell into extending the deadline to the 16th. i mean, come on...we have a test the same day...so now we gotta study for 4 chapters worth of material and polish up the lab book. the extra weekend would be great and it's not like he wouldn't have enough time to grade them anyways. finals would be the perfect time for him to grade them...and besides, we have half days. haha, if only caswell would &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;listen. so that leaves all day saturday to finish John Adams and study for the APUSH quiz, at least until my violin teacher comes. haha, isn't it great when you have everything planned out in advance? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was listening to delilah on peach 94.9 last night (they're playing christmas music!!!)...and she told this story of one of her friend's son....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is one of those quiet and reserved boys that don't talk much but are extremely bright. He never gets excited about Christmas, and unlike the little boys who wake up at 5:00 AM to see what Santa has brought, he wakes up on Christmas day as if it were any other day. So on Christmas 2001, Eric's mom wakes up to find that it had snowed overnight and the world had been nestled in a blanket of white, evanescent powder. She knows that Eric hasn't seen snow before so she decides to go wake him up early before it melts. So Eric gets up and his mother tells him that she has an extra special surprise for him. She makes him close his eyes and leads him to the window. Expecting for Eric to burst out in pure joy, instead he stands by the window and remains silent. Eric's mom asks him what's the matter and he turns around slowly with tears glistening in his eyes to reply,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about my homeless friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Christmas should be about, don't you think? ^.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85625601?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85625601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85625601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85625601' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85574080</id><published>2002-12-05T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T22:54:14.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>proud member of the 10% of the world population that knows how to derive the boltzman constant :) THE FIR-ST LAW OF THER-MO-DY-NA-MICS, HEAT IS WORK AND WORK IS HEAT!!! (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loL~ i love caswell's class!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not APUSH so much anymore...long story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay~ we put up the christmas decorations today...i love the reindeer and flashing snowflakes...*sigh* so pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown-Up Christmas List&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;With childhood fantasies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm all grown-up now&lt;br /&gt;Can you still help somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a child&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still can dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my lifelong wish&lt;br /&gt;My grown-up Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Not for myself&lt;br /&gt;But for a world in need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;br /&gt;That wars would never start&lt;br /&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;br /&gt;Every man would have a friend&lt;br /&gt;That right would always win&lt;br /&gt;And love would never end&lt;br /&gt;This is my grown-up&lt;br /&gt;Christmas list &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this illusion called?&lt;br /&gt;The innocence of youth&lt;br /&gt;Maybe only in our blind belief&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever find the truth? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out Chloe and Katie's online magazine at: http://www.revmag.net/    i'm so proud of you guys!! it looks great!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85574080?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85574080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85574080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85574080' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85519080</id><published>2002-12-04T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T23:00:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yuck~ the weather is DISGUSTING outside...and fat chance that it's going to ice over~ lit class is so crazy, after not doing a thing for 3 months...we're suddenly in "panic time" to get everything required in the curriculum done! ahh~~ 2 stories a night and read Huck Finn ourselves...as if we don't have other classes? *grR* that lady makes me sooooo mad!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y do people have to brag about the stupidest things? if you want to tell me about the most trivial stuff...you're just going to get an inane response, duh. geez...it's like, hey~ your cloak of insecurity is showing buddy....(not to sound like ms. super bitch or anything) but i just can't stand it anymore, it's like ________ is always trying to outdo me....sure, i'm happy for _______, but why rub it in? it's not like i'm going to give you the response you want anyways, so just give it up already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           ~*~People all over the world...join hands...start a love..love trend~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Version of Let It Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the weather outside is frightful&lt;br /&gt;And going to school aint' so delightful &lt;br /&gt;And since we don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! (or ice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't show signs of stopping (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;And I've bought some corn for popping &lt;br /&gt;The lights are turned way down low &lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally kiss goodnight (aww)&lt;br /&gt;How I'll hate going out in the storm! &lt;br /&gt;But if you'll really hold me tight &lt;br /&gt;All the way home I'll be warm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire is slowly dying&lt;br /&gt;And, my dear, we're still goodbying &lt;br /&gt;But as long as you love me so &lt;br /&gt;Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us southerners are such cowards when it comes to winter time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85519080?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85519080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85519080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85519080' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85451202</id><published>2002-12-03T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T18:38:17.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, something to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs of Courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago lived a seaman named Captain Bravo. He was a manly man's man who showed no fear in facing his enemies. One day, while sailing the seven seas, a lookout spotted a pirate ship and the crew became frantic. &lt;br /&gt;Captain Bravo bellowed, "Bring me my red shirt." The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain's red shirt and while wearing the bright frock he led his mates into battle and defeated the pirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, the lookout spotted not one, but two pirate ships. The captain again howled for his red shirt and once again they vanquished the pirates. That evening, all the men sat around on the deck recounting the day's triumphs and one of the them asked the captain: "Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before battle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain replied: "If I am wounded in the attack, the shirt will not show my blood, and thus, you men will continue to resist, unafraid." All of the men sat in silence and marveled at the courage of such a man's manly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dawn came the next morning, the lookout spotted not one, not two, but TEN pirate ships approaching. The rank and file all stared in worshipful silence at the captain and waited for his usual reply. Captain Bravo gazed with steely eyes upon the vast armada arrayed against his mighty sailing ship and, without fear, turned, and calmly shouted: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get me my brown pants." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loL~ hahaha...   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85451202?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85451202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85451202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85451202' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85414480</id><published>2002-12-02T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T23:13:39.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it just me...or are all teachers insisting on moving at a faster pace after turkey break?? i mean, hello?!?! what have we been doing the past month??? u call that slow?!?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85414480?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85414480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85414480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85414480' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85273733</id><published>2002-11-29T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T20:04:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh...why can't i park right? haha, my parents have been taking me out to this office complex these past two days to practice parallel parking and stuff before i go get my license...and for some reason...i'm awful at it!!! AHHH!! i mean..i can drive!!! just can't park...loL~ i'll just have to go to places with a valet :) but i guess there's not too may places i can drive to then. oh well~ one more day tomorrow...maybe practice really does make perfect. haha, it was so funny...because we don't have cones at our house (who does?) so we took these foldable round, green chairs and i kept knocking them over. there weren't people working yesterday, but i'm sure the people who were in the building today must've been laughing their heads off. geez! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turkey break has been pretty uneventful, but as usual...i'm still busy doing random stuff. so we were driving back from a dinner party on wednesday night and we passed st. ives country club. it looks so nice!!! with all the lights...anyone who knows how huge that place is knows how splendid it must've looked. the holidays always make me excited and i'm already listening to peach 94.9's christmas music :) for some reason, i'm growing more fond of the fall/winter seasons rather than the spring/summer seasons. it's weird, before i used to dread the thought of dry skin and runny noses. but now, there's something about the season that makes me feel good. the smell of it when you walk outside in the mornings, it just feels so clean. i can't wait to put up christmas lights, but some people in my neighborhood still have their harvest/pumpkin stuff out. haha, they must be busy, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHESTNUT SONG&lt;br /&gt;Chestnuts roasting on an open fire&lt;br /&gt;Jack Frost nipping at your nose&lt;br /&gt;Yuletide carols being sung by a choir&lt;br /&gt;And folks dressed up like Eskimos &lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;Help to make the season bright&lt;br /&gt;Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow&lt;br /&gt;We'll find it hard to sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;They know that Santa's on his way&lt;br /&gt;He's loaded lots of toy and goodies on his sleigh&lt;br /&gt;And every mother's child is gonna spy&lt;br /&gt;To see if reindeers really know how to fly&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm offering this simple phrase&lt;br /&gt;To kids from one to 92&lt;br /&gt;Although it's been said, Many times, many ways &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you&lt;br /&gt;They know that Santa's on his way&lt;br /&gt;He's loaded lots of toy and goodies on his sleigh&lt;br /&gt;And every mother's child is gonna spy&lt;br /&gt;To see if reindeers really know how to fly&lt;br /&gt;So I'm offering this simple phrase&lt;br /&gt;To kids from one to 92&lt;br /&gt;Although it's been said, Many times, many ways&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas &lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85273733?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85273733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85273733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85273733' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85172343</id><published>2002-11-27T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T13:47:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/gfx/fireele.jpg" width="252" height="177"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/ele/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Which Element Represents You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif" width="17" height="17" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;kefkafanatic&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet" target="_blank"&gt;mental insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Colorgenics Results for Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are constantly hoping that your good fellowship and attitude and your 'love for your fellow man (or women)' will give you peace of mind. You need people - people around you to care for you and to show you that they care. It is this hope that keeps you going, the hope that makes you the type of person that indeed you are. Your own need for approval seemingly makes you always ready to help others and in exchange you seek love, warmth and understanding. You will always listen to others and you are open to new ideas which hopefully will prove fruitful and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy taking part in anything that may constitute fun and excitement. You need to be stimulated and need to feel that 'Life is worth living' and you are awaiting that stimulation and you don't particularly care where it comes from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack confidence and that is a great pity because deep down you are indeed a warm caring person. This lack of confidence is making you wary of being drawn into any open discussion or conflict and so you feel as if you should let matters lie and leave well alone. But there may be a pleasant surprise in store for you. You are beginning to grow and very soon - sooner than you believed possible - this warm loving new you will be available for all to see and to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presently, you are experiencing stress because of restriction on your independence. You need and seek respect from other people and it is essential that they appreciate you for yourself and not for what they would like you to be. You have your own beliefs and convictions and you would like to be respected for them. You are anxious to avail yourself of every opportunity that may come your way but nevertheless, come what may, you have the need to control your own destiny without imposed limitations or restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are anxious about all the limitations to which you are subjected to at this time. You feel that you are not valued for what or who you are. You need OUT. So why procrastinate any longer - MOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would like to break with the present and move on, searching for new conditions and relationships. Your anxiety and stress are results of unfulfilled emotional and perhaps physical needs. You feel that you are not really understood by your nearest and dearest and it is this that prompts you to move on, searching for that so illusive peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...procrastinating alot....but here's an Emode.com test:&lt;br /&gt;Xiang, you're a Type 2 - The Humanitarian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family, and colleagues probably appreciate your caring and generous nature. They're also apt to know that when they come to you with a problem, you'll usually offer a shoulder to cry on and unparalleled compassion. As a Humanitarian, you're likely to be seen as a loving and helpful person with a kind heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a member of this type puts you in good company. Mother Teresa, with her tireless devotion to aid the sick and destitute members of society, and Bishop Desmond Tutu, with his emphasis on nonviolent protest against racial injustices, are also Type 2s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that compared to the eight other Enneagram types, you have a strong sense of empathy for other people. In fact, you're the kind of warm, sincere person who can be uniquely capable of seeing the good in others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85172343?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85172343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85172343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85172343' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85170358</id><published>2002-11-27T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T12:55:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess yesterday's entry was relatively short~ but that's cuz i was about to fall asleep at the computer so i marched myself upstairs and slept until 8:00....amazingly i went to bed again at 12:00 and had no problem falling asleep again~ sleeping for 11 hrs. straight until 11:00 this morning. i woke up at 9:00 and prayed my parents would forget that it was turkey break for me and think i was at school...and lucky me....they did forget...or they chose to let me sleep out of the kindness of their hearts. it's crazy how they think sleeping is a sign of laziness....i'm like, ummmm....no? teenagers need a minimum of 9.5 hours to function optimally, but 8 hrs would suffice. being xiang....the one who usually goes to bed at 10:30, not sleeping until 1:00 for two consecutive nights can totally wipe u out. so melody's party was last night...and i'm still trying to figure out if nina's was last night or tonight. cherry called me YESTERDAY to tell me about it...and i'm like why the heck can't nina call me herself to tell me about HER own party?! but i called cherry back, she was just being nice and doing nina a favor i guess, but we kept missing each others calls. so yeaH~ not like i could go to nina's anyways....my mom is turning into louise's parents! ahh! but hopefully, if i get cooped up in the house long enough...she'll see how pointless it is...and let me have a social life once more. hopefully, this can all happen by December 20, because "Two Weeks Notice" is coming out that day...and i reallie want to go see it! email me if u want to come along! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lalala, i've set objectives for this 5 day weekend....(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;           1. read Chapter 12 out of the Enduring Vision for APUSH...since not reading didn't help me a bit on yesterday's test&lt;br /&gt;           2. read John Adams....and try to be 1/2 way through&lt;br /&gt;           3. go over AP Physics stuff for the next chapter...to get ahead&lt;br /&gt;           4. work on the lab book...thru the speaker phone if i must with janny&lt;br /&gt;           5. start getting stuff organized for finals&lt;br /&gt;           6. actually PRACTICE my violin...we got new music for the Gala concert (Preview Concert is in February i think, come see us!)&lt;br /&gt;           7. brush up on SAT and SAT II stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, funny comment christine made online 2 secs ago while going thru my online hc pics:&lt;br /&gt;mingtingpanda86 (1:14:13 PM): (hehe this pic is funny... 2 dark asians and one pasty white boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refer to pictures at here: http://photos.msn.com/viewing/album.aspx?m7A!X9U3q6bynoZEhFj0UzEATs3oxrEGnERdn5OOLwmu0Khf9Zosadog0HPoaYkQhPqmnM7QWFFI7AqeZFu400UsURwlXevWhGb349jpjpljMBc5Qv944Q$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loL~ in context...her comment was hilarious...ohhh...i miss u christine!! come back to mhs next yr!! pleaz?! ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85170358?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85170358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85170358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85170358' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-85129513</id><published>2002-11-26T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T12:01:47.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, the weeks over!!!! celebrate! but right now, i am BRAINDEAD from my 3 tests and lack of sleep. i went online last night just to see who would still be on AIM at 1:00 in the morning, and much to my surprise, a lot of people were still up working. i'm starting to realize how amazing the marching band kids are...wow...to balance such a busy schedule and still do well in school, beats me. so i talked online a little while with timmy about physics....(and it helped!!! one of the problems was on the test!!)...and then went to bed. of course, i could barely roll myself outta bed this morning because it felt like i had just lied down and blinked for a long time...if that made sense. but then again, descredit anything i say in this entry, after all i'm disoriented right now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-85129513?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85129513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/85129513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85129513' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84989742</id><published>2002-11-23T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T21:12:54.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yuck...i just spent the last 30 mins. spray painting my square craft project....and i feel so dizzy....y would ANYONE want to get high off of THAT stuff?? my project is has to be in three different colors...so it's gold, silver, and white...good thing the plastifoam came in white...or else i mite pass out from all that spray paint. and part of our deck is speckled in gold now because the nuzzle wasn't functioning properly in the beginning, oops :) so as i'm recovering from all that aerosol...this was my day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up early @ 9:00 to take yet another....SAT practice test...and then clean my room...then MYSO dress rehearsal from 1:00-5:00...on the way home stop at super wal-mart for groceries..and then chick-fil-a for dinner....then watched about 30 mins. of 10 Things I Hate About You...and then the super duper pre-cal project. yuck, doesn't my day sound boring? but oh well..."FUN" is not on my to-do list these days...janny knows. but then again, who can afford to have fun with the end of the semester approaching? well, at least not me. but hopefully i'll get to rest over winter break. cuz xiang can't keep this up another month~ i feel soooo burned out. anyways, here's something precious that i found today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERMANENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the Nouns were clustered in the street.&lt;br /&gt;An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The Nouns were struck, moved, changed.&lt;br /&gt;The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Sentence says one thing--for example, "Although it was a dark and rainy day when the Adjective walked by, I shall remember the pure and sweet expression on her face until the day I perish from the green, effective earth."&lt;br /&gt;Or, "Will you please close the window, Andrew?"&lt;br /&gt;Or, for example, "Thank you, the pink pot of flowers on the window sill has changed color recently to a light yellow, due to the heat from the boiler factory which exists nearby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the springtime the Sentences and the Nouns lay silently on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;A lonely Conjunction here and there would call, "And! But!"&lt;br /&gt;But the Adjective did not emerge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Adjective is lost in the sentence,&lt;br /&gt;So I am lost in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat--&lt;br /&gt;You have enchanted me with a single kiss&lt;br /&gt;Which can never be undone&lt;br /&gt;Until the destruction of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  ~Kenneth Koch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm out~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84989742?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84989742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84989742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84989742' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84955411</id><published>2002-11-22T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T00:15:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man~ today was definitely a good day, despite some setbacks...so i get to school this morning via the BUS...(i can't wait until i can drive)..and with all the stuff i was carrying...i get STUCK in between the seats as i was making my way to the back. hahaha, loL~ for some reason, i find it funny rather than embarrassing, maybe because it's friday and i'm still half frozen. so i get to school and drop off the food for our party in APUSH...then i go find janny and melody to give them their prez's. it's so nice to see them happy because this week has been HELL week. so lalala in spanish, we watched a movie and physics was wutever....i'm like chloe now, i just don't care enough anymore...but then again, that's not true, cuz i asked vasilios to tutor me..since he IS mr. 102. ha! so basically my day went well..then after school i went to play frisbee with the frisbee ppl and it was SOOOO COLD!!! carly had to bail right after i got there because erin was going to the movies or whatever. and jessica didn't show...but wutever, it was lots of fun with nathan doing flips and that one guy falling to the floor everytime he missed a throw :) hahaha, if only the weather wasn't so awful, i would go every friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i get home, and actually buckle down and do WORK *gasp* first time to NOT procrastinate...so now, i'm done with all the prez and Supreme Court sheets...so...only a bunch more to go. i'm almost done with the square craft project...and let me tell u one thing: NEVER BUY PLASTIFOAM...it's impossible to cut...and the powder stuff gets everywhere! *eck* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* it's 12:00 already, geez....well, i guess i'm going to head to bed....since i can't sleep in tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Get Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a little left of center &lt;br /&gt;I'm a little out of tune&lt;br /&gt;Some say I'm paranormal&lt;br /&gt;So I just bend their spoon&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be ordinary&lt;br /&gt;In a crazy, mixed-up world&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they're sayin'&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you are on my side&lt;br /&gt;And they, they just roll their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands&lt;br /&gt;You come and take the chance, baby&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;And still you want me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I see the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;In the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;Some people think I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;But you say it's okay&lt;br /&gt;You've seen my secret garden&lt;br /&gt;Where all of my flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I am all you want&lt;br /&gt;They, they just read me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands&lt;br /&gt;You come and hold my hand, baby&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;Still you want me all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you are on my side&lt;br /&gt;They, they just roll their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you get me&lt;br /&gt;When nobody understands&lt;br /&gt;You come and take the chance, baby&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;When none of the pieces fit&lt;br /&gt;You make sense of it&lt;br /&gt;You get me&lt;br /&gt;You look inside my wild mind&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing what you'll find&lt;br /&gt;And still I want you all the time&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you get me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh, yeah, oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84955411?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84955411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84955411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84955411' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84898617</id><published>2002-11-21T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T20:23:49.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*whew* just went jogging and for the first time, it seemed to cloud my mind rather than clear it. so now my head's filled with random "notes to self." school went pretty well today, except the precal quiz which was completely riduculous...but wutever, i'm not even going to think about it until we get the grade back. so we had the model UN meeting today, it's amazing how many wonderful people we have on it this year. i'm on the disarm committee like last yr...but what surprised me was how people on the general assembly opted for disarm instead this yr. i didn't even realize what a popular committee it is. so yeaH~ so much for spreading out the veterans...we have most of them on my committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for the birthdays coming up (janny 22nd, melody 24th, and nina 25th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:OCmdnxo9KmoC:www.reddi-whip.com/img/partybirthday.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay girls~! happy 16th and 17th :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to tomorrow...we're not doing anything important, no tests...only small quiz in lit on the scarlet letter...and plus, we're having a party in serkie's....and after that...it's frisbee time...i haven't gone in so long~ but it should b fun with carly and jessica! but after that...this weekend is going to be awful for me~ basically like the last, but i'm going to have even less time to work on school stuff with the MYSO rehearsals and the concert on Saturday and Sunday. oh well, at least it'll be a productive weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84898617?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84898617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84898617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84898617' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84727862</id><published>2002-11-18T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T17:57:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok~ so i wake up this morning wondering why my alarm was going off while it was still dark...and then it hits me that the weekend is over. so i've got the monday blues~ remember that physics test i killed myself over? well..yeah, didn't do so hot and my average dropped a point. then pre-cal rolls around only to remind me of the square craft project (which by the way is completely ludicrous)...and then off to APUSH to take the quiz...and i have NO idea how i did on it...since saying i did bad/well is only going to jinx it. bsides, one thing i've learned this yr is to not count on anything or anyone anymore. things just don't turn out the way u want it to. who says it won't happen and that it's impossible? cuz i say, wutever. there's just too much disappointment involved and i don't want to risk another heartbreak. so back to my bad day~ yrbook...i get a paper cut (ha...so it seems like no big deal...but add it on top of everything, it just aggravates the entire situation). then almost done~ lit....which just so happens to be the class i despise the most....we always get off subject and i don't feel challenged in her class at all...we just end up talking about booze and random and completely irrelevant CRAP. so we do the rough draft check, and john just really starts to irritate me. every time i open my mouth he tells me to be quiet. he should really consider a career in the school library. then he can hang out with ms. miele and ms. alta. ha! yeah~ and then when i don't listen to him, he makes these little signs on notebook paper that says, "be seen, not heard," "silence is golden," and blah. so great~ i feel like we're in 5th grade again. i don't appreciate all this crap he gives me, but also i guess he just can't take a hint. so finally the bell rings and i get home an hr later. so here i am typing all this up when i realize that i forgot to turn in my reflection entry! the deadline is today so basically i'm screwed. *sigh* i wonder what other surprises are in store for me today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my weekend...friday was great~ took a practice SAT and then rushed to meet everyone at UA. it was loads of fun and i sat with two of the coolest people...loL~ nathan was nice enough to switch seats with me cuz the guy in front of me was just WAAAY too tall. but nathan could handle it since he's pretty tall himself. so thruout the entire movie, carly and i whispered and giggled to the point where the tall guy in front of us to *shh*...'cept he told nathan....and nathan wasn't talking. so hahaha, we got a kick out of that too. then carly and i organized a schedule where i would get oliver wood mon, wed, and fri...and she'd get him on tues, thurs, and sat...he'd get sun off... :) right...so the movie's over and everyone leaves...so caitlin, nathan, callie, and me wait for janny, amy, howie, and austin outside. but then we found out that there's a surprise ending after the credits so we all run back in...but the "surprise twist" wasn't so funny. so after all that, we decide to go get some dinner @ chick-fil-a....of course, i owe a BIG thank u here to janny...i don't need to say what it is, bcuz u noe, so THANK YOU!!! so we get to chick-fil-a, 'cept nathan came after us and got locked out and the guy wouldn't let him in, so janny had to go open the door. so we scarf down some dinner, and head back to the movies cuz cait's car was there and my mom was coming. so cait waits outside with me under the porch...it was so nice! definitely one of those memories that i'll hold on to, cuz it was so weird yet cool...cuz it was pouring and here we were...just laughing about the weirdest things. but then of course...the bubble bursts...because on the way home, mom yells at me for having too much fun...and that i can't go out anymore this semester...so i guess melody's is off the list. hahaha, mayB melody could give a test b4 she'd let me in...then it would b somewhat intellectually enlightening. ok~ anyways, so that was friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday~ woke up early to correct the SAT practice and then went to spruill for 3 hrs. for the research paper. it was so funny because EVERYONE was there, even chatt kids like annie...guess we all have research papers to write, huh? so i come home, eat lunch, and then wait for my violin teacher to come. but he cancels on me thinking i had a db8 tournie that day.*oops* so extra hour to write the paper. i finish it and then start on APUSH...so basically, no fun...all work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday~ woke up early to take ANOTHER SAT practice, crazy rite? and then it's off to buy materials for the pre-cal project. i've decided to make either a flower pot or a candle holder...wutever, cuz they'll turn out the same. so we spend FIFTY dollars on the stuff..and it seems like the more money u spend, the better grade ur gonna get. which kinda pisses me off, bcuz what if i couldn't afford all that?? wut about other kids who don't have that kind of luxury?? does that mean they get a F? so yeah~ we go buy groceries for the "ethnic party" in serkie's on friday, and also pick up a prez for janny along the way...then it's lunchtime. yummy chinese dim sum and then MYSO from 2:30-7:00 (i'm starting to wonder whether james was rite on dropping) and then make it back home to watch charmed and finish pre-cal hw. so that was my weekend, busy and exhausting, but productive. *sigH* so let's hope i can make it thru these next 8 days b4 turkey break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are some pictures i found that brought a smile to my face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:fiRlIyPM_eIC:www.billybear4kids.com/postcard4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:w0aVNKBJTAoC:www.hamptonroadspub.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that last pic is the cover of some self-help book i guess...but it still sends a good message ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY~ MYSO Fall Concert this Sunday @ Clayton Performing Arts! Come see me!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84727862?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84727862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84727862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84727862' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84553913</id><published>2002-11-14T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T20:44:39.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to take a break from studying for physics~ i've got two more hours to go and i deserve a break. so i missed the model UN meeting today after school cuz i had a dr's appointment. i thought i had an ear infection but the guy said it was no big deal...whatever. but he did take those big funny guns and rinse my ears...loL~ geez it felt funky. so blah, i want to just get this friday over with. but not really, because i don't have a fun weekend ahead. i'll be spending the night at spruill oaks library for ms.nic's term paper and then it's pre-cal's square craft project...which i still have no idea what to do. oh well, hopefully things'll just fall in place, or else, i'm screwed. *sigh* turkey break seems soooooo far away!!! so as previously stated, harry potter tomorrow night...janny went to pick up tickets today and i felt so bad because it was just a complicated mess. but i'm glad we got them, because the 7:05 showing was already sold out. if everything turns out well...this'll be the time to celebrate tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that's been buggin me all day today~ so serkie asks me to tutor this freshie in spanish I during study hall cuz he's failing his classes and she's his mentor...so i did, and i realized how lucky i am. i mean, this kid reallie wants to do well in his classes and i guess his parents getting divorced isn't helping much, huh? so i'm glad i can contribute and hopefully he's getting all the encouragement he can. well, i don't have time to go into detail about it and i probably shouldn't since it's his life, so-- rotational kinematics, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that's stuck in my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can Love You Like That&lt;br /&gt;All For One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They read you Cinderella &lt;br /&gt;You hoped it would come true &lt;br /&gt;That one day your prince charming &lt;br /&gt;Would come rescue you &lt;br /&gt;You like romantic movies &lt;br /&gt;And you never will forget &lt;br /&gt;The way it felt when Romeo kissed Juliet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time that you've been waiting &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to wait no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-I can love you like that &lt;br /&gt;I would make you my world &lt;br /&gt;Move heaven and earth if you were my girl &lt;br /&gt;I would give you my heart &lt;br /&gt;Be all that you need &lt;br /&gt;Show you you're everything &lt;br /&gt;That's precious to me &lt;br /&gt;If you give me a chance &lt;br /&gt;I can love you like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you like that &lt;br /&gt;I could love you like that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never make a promise that &lt;br /&gt;I don't intend to keep &lt;br /&gt;So when I say forever, &lt;br /&gt;Forever's what I mean &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm no Casanova but &lt;br /&gt;I swear this much is true &lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding nothing back &lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dream of love that's everlasting &lt;br /&gt;Well, baby open up your eyes &lt;br /&gt;(rpt 1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want tenderness, I've got tenderness &lt;br /&gt;And I see through to the heart of you &lt;br /&gt;If you want a man, who will understand &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to look very far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can love you, I can love you, love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84553913?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84553913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84553913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84553913' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84499238</id><published>2002-11-13T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T21:07:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok~ so the week's almost over and that means the physics test is slowly approaching...ahH! there's no way to anticipate what caswell's going to put on the test, since he's changing the format of the class learning rate. so i'm seriously freaking out, but wut else is new? i can't wait until this friday night...it's going to be a blast with all these people i rarely see in school...and it looks like it's not going to be an all-girls outing this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so overwhelmed with the amount of school work my teachers are piling on top of us, seems like our teachers just get together during the faculty meetings and pull out a calendar to determine when they want to ALL assign crap on the same day. i mean, from monday to this morn, i had a pretty easy week yet i'm still cheerful because not everything is so grim nemore. manishi and cait's recent revelation have reassured me that I'M not the one who has been judging others too critically. it does seem true what ppl say about friendship. it's loving the good and bad parts of that person. when ur not close to that person...you won't see the defaults, but when u r... that's where u either love and accept them for who they are or just stay mere acquaintances, since i don't see the point of making enemies...they're just one less friend you've got. so yeah, where i'm confused is...ppl always say, don't trust those who try to change u. but wut if they're changing u for the better? that's always been a gray area for me. so i don't know, maybe it's up to u to decide. if u want the change, then go for it, if not well then...find new friends. but anyways, i'm going to study for physics now. but here's my new fave song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game of Love&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Just what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;One kiss&lt;br /&gt;And boom you're the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come around no more?&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying outside the door of your candy store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;It started with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now we're up to bat&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you my babe&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you make it to be&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Instead of this cold lonely sea&lt;br /&gt;So pleased baby&lt;br /&gt;Try and use me for what I'm good for&lt;br /&gt;It ain't saying goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It's knocking down the door of your candy store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;It started with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now we're up to bat&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you my babe&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You roll me&lt;br /&gt;Control me&lt;br /&gt;Console me&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me&lt;br /&gt;You guide me&lt;br /&gt;Divide me&lt;br /&gt;Into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo:&lt;br /&gt;(Wanna make you mine)&lt;br /&gt;So please tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come around no more?&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying outside the door of your loving store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;It just takes a little bit of this, a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;It started with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now we're up to bat&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of laughs, a little bit of pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you my babe&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;It's all in the game of love&lt;br /&gt;Let's play the game of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll me&lt;br /&gt;Control me&lt;br /&gt;Console me&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me&lt;br /&gt;In this game of love&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84499238?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84499238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84499238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84499238' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84385249</id><published>2002-11-11T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T18:01:18.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok~ so i haven't written in a couple of days, but this is definitely better than my usual entry rate :) ok~ so i'm not bumming about GHP anymore and i've learned to deal with it...what else? chs tournie was this weekend and i went 3:2 with manishi. todd "stole" our octo-finals trophy and won't bring it to school...so i hafta go pick it up at his house *eck* janny was sweet enough to drop by and bring me dinner on friday nite (taco bell....mmm), THANK YOU!! oh, and yes...the ultimate highlight of my weekend...*drum roll* my CAR!! haha, yes, scary as it may B, i will soon b hitting the road, whether u like it or not. i'm considering whether i should keep the bday card/map janny made for me in the car....just in case i get lost...since i have the tendency to do that. some say a sense of direction is inherited with driving, but i say yeah rite! so anyways...my parents went out while i was at the tournie and got this '96 honda accord. it's a mix of dark green and blue hues, and it's metallic....the car smells a little funky, but nothing an air refreshner can't fix :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARRY POTTER IS FRIDAY...if ur reading this and want to come along...just let me know, but i'm going to b buying tix sometime b4 wednesday. i'm extremely excited...oliver wood *sigh* wut a kyootie!? alrite, too much hw tonite! wut kind of an idiot assigns EOT (every other third) problem to confuse the students? *argh* i swear my teachers r out to get me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84385249?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84385249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84385249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84385249' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84202086</id><published>2002-11-07T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T21:06:53.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well~ got my call from mr. macleoud, and turns out i didn't make GHP. it's pretty crushing, to realize you're not good enough. and after all those hours spent perfecting my reasons for wanting to go and telling stories with the picture sequence...it's such a disappointment. and on top of it all...my mom has to rub it in...that i chose the wrong subject, that i should have gone for lit instead. i hate making choices and regretting them in the end, because when everything's finished, i'm stuck with the decision in the end. i guess that's called being responsible for your choices...well...i hate RESPONSIBILITIES then. and it's not like i would've gotten in for lit for sure, but the possibility seems a lot greater now...maybe because i know i didn't make GHP for spanish. for a couple of moments, i hoped someone made a mistake and that i would go to school tomorrow and SURPRISE! but how childish and immature and unrealistic...to hope to blame my failures on someone else. it's hard to face rejection and even harder to let it go, so what am i suppose to do now? i guess, the failure can fuel future successes, but what sucks is i know there won't be any more opportunities like GHP. sure, now i've freed up 6 weeks in the summer...but getting in and not going...and not getting and not going are polar opposites. wut sucks more, is that i got my hopes up from the hints dropped in the interview. "que nina entusiasta" y "eres una habladora buena" meant something to me. i guess it just didn't mean enough to qualify. i'm honestly happy for all of you who did get in: Melody, Manishi, and others...because you all deserve it. goodluck at state and i have my fingers crossed for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mr. macleoud tells me to drop by tomorrow morning to pick up a letter from the GHP ppl. ha! i hate those letters...."we're sorry, we appreciate your efforts...but..." why give them out? do they seriously think ppl would feel like, wow...it's ok i didn't make it because i got this letter to cement my failure? to make it a concrete reality that we can see on a sheet of paper? yeah right...ok, i feel extremely cynical right now and this isn't the usual me. but this past week has just crushed my spirits...i'm turning into james. (i love u james!) but it's just not me...and i don't want to be pessimist. and optimist and realist sound so much better. so i've shed a couple of tears and went jogging to clear my mind...maybe some sleep will cure me. we'll see...but i want to leave with a song that is perfect for right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo Dee Messina with Tim McGraw &lt;br /&gt;Bring On The Rain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day has almost come and gone&lt;br /&gt;Can¡¯t imagine what else could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I¡¯d like to hide away somewhere and lock the door&lt;br /&gt;A single battle lost but not the war (¡®cause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow¡¯s another day&lt;br /&gt;And I¡¯m thirsty anyway&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It¡¯s almost like the hard times circle ¡®round&lt;br /&gt;A couple drops and they all start coming down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might feel defeated,&lt;br /&gt;I might hang my head&lt;br /&gt;I might be barely breathing - but I¡¯m not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow¡¯s another day&lt;br /&gt;And I¡¯m thirsty anyway&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I¡¯m not gonna let it get me down&lt;br /&gt;I¡¯m not gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;And I¡¯m not gonna lose any sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84202086?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84202086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84202086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84202086' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84139578</id><published>2002-11-06T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T18:02:06.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so not quite wanting to do Pre-Cal HW...so here's a pic of David Bustamante...hope it works! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.davidbustamante.com/fotos2/busta10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84139578?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84139578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84139578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84139578' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84139133</id><published>2002-11-06T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T17:51:51.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn* ever feel like taking a nap rite after eating? yup...sounds reallie appealing rite now. but, not going to happen because there's way to much stuff to be done. ever realize how people brag about NOT sleeping, but no one brags about sleeping? society has devalued the importance of sleep to the point where we think we can function without sleep. it's almost like a badge of courage to NOT sleep. but i think that's stupid. one of the nicest things to do is sleep...especially when it's drizzling slightly outside (when you're a sleep-deprived teenager). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, GHP interviews were Monday night at Tri-Cities. things were decent, and i'm hoping that i at least qualified for state. the judges' comments seem promising, but with only 6 slots available to advance, who knows? just keeping my fingers crossed for everyone that auditioned, i wish we could all go!!! anyways, since i'm in the "spanish mood," here's one of the songs i've picked up while in spain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Magia del Corazón&lt;br /&gt;David Bustamante&lt;br /&gt;Album Gala Eurovisión, valemusic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que el sueño de cada día&lt;br /&gt;esconde rosas llenas de espinas&lt;br /&gt;pasa de largo va de puntillas...&lt;br /&gt;y en cada rincón se enciende otro sol&lt;br /&gt;y la distancia se hace mas corta entre los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siente la magia del corazón&lt;br /&gt;cada latido será un color &lt;br /&gt;que pinta el cielo de tus fantasías &lt;br /&gt;que borre el gris de tus melancolía&lt;br /&gt;si llevas dentro la magia del corazón &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libros gastados, zapatos viejos &lt;br /&gt;y aquellos besos que son eternos&lt;br /&gt;gente sin nada, gente con suerte&lt;br /&gt;si estoy contigo nunca amanece&lt;br /&gt;maldito reloj, bendita pasión &lt;br /&gt;que se desnuda entre la piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siente la magia del corazón&lt;br /&gt;cada latido será un color &lt;br /&gt;que pinta el cielo de tus fantasías &lt;br /&gt;que borre el gris de tus melancolía&lt;br /&gt;si llevas dentro la magia del corazón &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destinos que cruzan abismos&lt;br /&gt;pendientes de un hilo que mueve algún dios&lt;br /&gt;los silencios se vuelven deseos &lt;br /&gt;que cambian el rumbo de cada ilusión&lt;br /&gt;donde se detiene el viento &lt;br /&gt;nace el eco de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siente la magia del corazón&lt;br /&gt;cada latido será un color &lt;br /&gt;que pinta el cielo de tus fantasías &lt;br /&gt;que borre el gris de tus melancolía&lt;br /&gt;si llevas dentro la magia del corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...ok, couldn't find the english translation online...so i will attempt to translate...after all, good GHP practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magic of the Heart&lt;br /&gt;David Bustamante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that each day is filled with roses and thorns that tiptoe by.&lt;br /&gt;And in each corner a new sun is lit,&lt;br /&gt;Where the distance between the two diminishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Each heartbeat is a new color,&lt;br /&gt;That paints the heavens of your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;And erases the gray of your melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;If you carry inside you&lt;br /&gt;The magic of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profused books, old shoes, and kisses that seem eternal,&lt;br /&gt;People with nothing, people with luck.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm with you, I'll never wake up. &lt;br /&gt;Damned clock, blessed passion,&lt;br /&gt;That hides itself between the skin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Each heartbeat is a new color,&lt;br /&gt;That paints the heavens of your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;And erases the gray of your melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;If you carry inside you&lt;br /&gt;The magic of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destinies that cross &lt;br /&gt;Pending abysses of a thread that moves some God.&lt;br /&gt;The silences return desires that change&lt;br /&gt;the course of each illusion. &lt;br /&gt;Where the wind stops&lt;br /&gt;The echo of your kisses are born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the magic of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Each heartbeat is a new color,&lt;br /&gt;That paints the heavens of your fantasies&lt;br /&gt;And erases the gray of your melancholy,&lt;br /&gt;If you carry inside you&lt;br /&gt;The magic of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it poetic and beautiful? I think I should do this more often, translating songs from Spanish/Chinese to English...definitely will boost up the GHP scores, at least the Spanish part will. Alright, "Simba" (lol~ SIMeon has been renamed to SIMba...his father is Mufasa and he comes from the Prideland ^^ anyone who's survived Mr. Jones class should be laughing now) Jones' assignment is awaiting. Off I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84139133?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84139133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84139133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84139133' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3919162.post-84067963</id><published>2002-11-05T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T12:17:41.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm~ went through my diary today and realized how i desperately needed to find a new place for all my thoughts. yet, as i'm typing this rite now, i'm afraid that i'll become vulnerable to nosy eyes and conceal my feelings to prevent others from getting upset. but, it doesn't seem fair, i don't want to lose how i felt at a certain moment just so others can feel as if nothing's wrong. so here's a heads-up, read at your own risk. if i happen to be in a bad mood, there's a pretty good chance i'll be venting about u if u happened to rub me the wrong way that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's election day...and it just so happens to be raining...what a great way to foreshadow the upcoming soon-to-be incumbent politicians. loL~ well, that's the pessimistic way to look at it...on the other hand, as my usually optimistic self would say...maybe it symbolizes a purgation of impurities in our world of politics. ha! but who cares, i'm reading too much into things these days, and i either end up getting my hopes up or getting upset. i've been warned about junior year from those lucky ones who have survived it, and sometimes it needs to be taken one week at a time-- maybe even a class at a time. *sigh* it's kinda like what i named my blog, dancing in the rain...you just have to make the best of it. and it's not actually that bad~ the people who get thru this yr will stay on top and the people who don't...well...won't. i was talking to manishi on the phone before GHP interviews and we both suddenly realized how extremely competitive everyone has gotten this year. in a way~ it's good, it's like what caswell says, "it's a jungle out there folks, in this classroom we believe in darwin's theory...survival of the intellectually fit." but also, it can tear up friendships and break hearts, i don't need to list an example of that, because it's not up to me to disclose that info, but my fellow youth council members should know the story of the girl who wanted to apply but didn't in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well~ Adam, a debate friend from a long time ago just IMed me, and a wave of memories from michigan classic rushed by. it's funny how he goes to chs and lives so close by, yet we haven't talked in maybe over a year. still, it's a wonderful feeling, like finding an extra $20 in the back pocket of your jeans while doing laundry. i've learned to appreciate the little things in life, because they count more than the big things when you add 'em all up, it's like the S in the ABC's of Life that a friend recently emailed me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABC's of Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept who you are&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;Create your own path&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about things you can't control&lt;br /&gt;Embrace change&lt;br /&gt;Forgive often, but remember the lessons&lt;br /&gt;Go where your heart takes you&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in your abilities&lt;br /&gt;Invite opportunity&lt;br /&gt;Jump in a few rain puddles and enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;Keep away from negative people&lt;br /&gt;Love lots, laugh often&lt;br /&gt;Make a little magic everyday&lt;br /&gt;Never carry around excess baggage&lt;br /&gt;Object to mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;Play often&lt;br /&gt;Quit comparing yourself to others&lt;br /&gt;Rest&lt;br /&gt;See miracles in everyday things&lt;br /&gt;Take baby steps&lt;br /&gt;Unite for the good of all&lt;br /&gt;Venture on new paths&lt;br /&gt;Wake-up with a smile on your face and love in your heart&lt;br /&gt;X-pect great things to happen&lt;br /&gt;Yield to change&lt;br /&gt;Zieze the day, for tomorrow may never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 pieces of advice that sums up how i want to live my life. janny's coming over soon to work on physics lab book...(we've had 9 labs...and well, i have about zero entries), so to make my room remotely accessible, i'm off to find the vacuum cleaner :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3919162-84067963?l=dancingintherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84067963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3919162/posts/default/84067963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintherain.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84067963' title=''/><author><name>xiang-y</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05482640965389615942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
