<?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-4182047384735972333</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:54:33.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Danse Macabre</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-6733047232177919338</id><published>2011-04-22T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:51:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leave you, move on to a perfect stranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-6733047232177919338?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/6733047232177919338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=6733047232177919338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/6733047232177919338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/6733047232177919338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2011/04/leave-you-move-on-to-perfect-stranger.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-7468505542675712350</id><published>2010-09-25T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:10:44.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wake up in the morning, tired of sleeping.&lt;div&gt;Get in the shower, and make my bed alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-7468505542675712350?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/7468505542675712350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=7468505542675712350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/7468505542675712350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/7468505542675712350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wake-up-in-morning-tired-of-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-2894673106161509582</id><published>2010-09-25T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:07:19.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow it sure has been long since I last posted. Don't think anyone cares.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been in Japan for the last week or so. Quite fun. Found out new things about people. I guess that's interesting. I miss the trip quite a bit. Not sure why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mood swing mood swing mood swing blah blah blah. Not sure why as well. Random bouts of sadness, happiness. I think I'm going cuckoo. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This awful, sinking feeling. I wish it'd leave. Maybe I should listen to more upbeat music. Maybe not. Ramble ramble ramble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-2894673106161509582?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/2894673106161509582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=2894673106161509582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/2894673106161509582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/2894673106161509582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2010/09/wow-it-sure-has-been-long-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-2816779564121861214</id><published>2010-05-27T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:26:03.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolblog</title><content type='html'>My first post of the year. 5 months in. Hurray.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be entirely honest I completely forgot about the existence of my blog till I was digging through my bookmarks in GOOGLE CHROME and chanced upon La Danse Macabre. GOOGLE CHROME IS AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Year 2 is splendid, just like year 1. Oh my Java. Oh my Ctrl-C Ctrl-V on steroids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-2816779564121861214?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/2816779564121861214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=2816779564121861214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/2816779564121861214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/2816779564121861214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2010/05/lolblog.html' title='Lolblog'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-5829761688015082944</id><published>2010-01-04T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:18:56.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so thoroughly sick of you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-5829761688015082944?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/5829761688015082944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=5829761688015082944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/5829761688015082944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/5829761688015082944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-thoroughly-sick-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-8168132523384464198</id><published>2009-09-30T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:59:59.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I haven't posted in a while, and I'm not sure why I am compelled to do so now. Perhaps the LACK OF ANYTHING ENTERTAINING AT THE PRESENT MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPA YAY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW SKIN YAY. NEEDTOCHANGETHE8SINCEIDREWITORIGINALLYFORMYSTUDIOPROJECTGROUP BOO.&lt;br /&gt;SCROLL TO THE RIGHT TO READ WHAT I TYPED IN THE PREVIOUS STATEMENT. IT IS IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I can't sing. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Kiki.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-8168132523384464198?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/8168132523384464198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=8168132523384464198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/8168132523384464198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/8168132523384464198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-i-havent-posted-in-while-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-4129249526313979968</id><published>2009-07-26T23:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:03:37.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;slash&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hate DES&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/slash&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love nothing in particular&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY &lt;/span&gt;need to change my blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-4129249526313979968?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/4129249526313979968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=4129249526313979968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/4129249526313979968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/4129249526313979968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate-des-love-nothing-in-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-2653518657947724004</id><published>2009-04-02T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:24:43.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait to go shopping lol. I am in dire need of new clothes to wear in polytechnic. Damn that shop and it's removal of it's hoodigans. Now I"m mad over scarf shirts. &lt;strike&gt;I'M SLOWLY TURNING METROSEXUAL.&lt;/strike&gt; I haven't posted in a while LOL. Not like anyone reads my blog anymore, anyway. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the stone set in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the thorn twist in your side&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it seems a certain someone, whom I shall not name, is in the same course as me. MY GOD when can I rid myself of such a menace. It seems I am eternally cursed to be together with said somebody. SERIOUSLY WHAT ARE THE CHANCES. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY ME?! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that person has changed for the better, or my life in polytechnic will be even more miserable than it already is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleight of hand and twist of fate&lt;br /&gt;On a bed of nails she makes me wait&lt;br /&gt;And I wait without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you're wondering about the sudden interjection of song lyrics &lt;strike&gt;it's an attempt at being 'cool'&lt;/strike&gt;, it's because it's midnight, I'm sleepy, I have to wake up early tomorrow and I'm listening to my before-sleep song. Yes I have a before sleep song. No it is not weird to have a before-sleep song. When you have spent the past months or so at home it can get really boring at night. &lt;strike&gt;I should really just sleep, but, my biological clock has been screwed over after the O levels.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-2653518657947724004?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/2653518657947724004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=2653518657947724004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/2653518657947724004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/2653518657947724004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cant-wait-to-go-shopping-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-6068893983437971699</id><published>2009-02-17T21:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:44:24.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;underline&gt;HERE IS WHERE YOU VICTORY&lt;/underline&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WoW-related post incoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi guys me and my friend just hit 2100 in 2v2 yesterday as disc priest/ shadow priest. I think is very fun team and would like to give some of strats against the more popular teams and maybe other will give this rare set up a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hunter/Pally&lt;/b&gt;: The weakness of this team is that hunters do not have spell reflect so kill them with spelling. Start by dot casting at hunters giraffe pets, when the giraffes come after you, begin heavy dps rotations on their minds. At this point all hunters try to save giraffes because they are companion adventurers together through azeroth. &lt;u&gt;Here is where you victory.&lt;/u&gt; When the hunter comes to save giraffes, just darkness priest licorice beam his paladin to slow him, have disc priest power insfuse shadowfiend down the hunter and beamed paladin will be to far in back of arena moving slowly to come save his hunter or giraffes. Collect points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rogue/Paladin&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The weakness of this team is that rouges cannot disarm traps easily, kill them with hard traps. Start by having the disc priest sparlke explode all over arena to frighten rouge out of invisibility mode. When he is revealed, have darkness priest vampiric grasp him to group heal while disc priest regeneralizes mana recources. When enough resources are gathered you will go on the offense.&lt;u&gt; Here is where you victory&lt;/u&gt;. Disc priest controls the mind of the paladin and darkness priest controls minds of the rouge, then darkness type "oh no I have been connection failed." And their teammate will leave arena thinking he is alone now in fight against more opponenets. Collect points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rouge/Mage&lt;/b&gt;: The weakness of this team is that rouge armor is more hard than mage armor. Start by having darkness priest aoe licorice mage to expose rouges hiding place next to him. When rouge is appeared, disc priest will mana burn cast at the rouge. Rouge thinks now that focus frames or targetting add ons are not functionaly correct and will /reloadui. &lt;u&gt;Here is where you victory.&lt;/u&gt; Ui reloading is time consumeable and rouges have cheapest computers. While rougue is slow ui resetting, simply power infusion mind blast fiend fire the magician down, be always prepared to evaporate ice tent when finishing move him. Rouge comes back to find only corpse of adventure companion. Collect points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unholy Dk/palladine&lt;/b&gt;: The weakness of this team is the Unholy is not as dark as shadow. This is very hard fight but you can win with simply strategy. Start by having darkness priest inflict damaging shadows onto unholy knight while same time as this happening, have disc priest use level 80 move hymn of oh holy night. Oh holy night and unholy knight are almost the same and most paladines have bad eyesight from brightness heals. Paladines will heal hymn from priest thinking it is adventure companion. &lt;u&gt;Here is where you victory&lt;/u&gt;. WHile unoholy is not given heals because paladines are blind and heal songs, simply power infuse shadow demon him into corpse form. You have probably won now, make sure to stop hymning as paladin won't know it has been tricked till song stops getting heals. Collect points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now have posses power to win high rating with bad class, use strategy wise. Ty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WoW-related post over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There hasn't been anything eventful happening in my life outside of WoW. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this Friday I'll be going for some IIS(Integrated Infocom Scholarship) thingy, which I hope will aid in paving my future that I've so nonchalantly neglected. &lt;strike&gt;I &lt;slash&gt;even forgot to reply to the email on time and instead RSVP'd 7 days after the due date...I didn't even know what RSVP stood for until, what, yesterday LOL?&lt;/slash&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; I barely know anything about my course other than what was stated in a pro-NYP brochure. With luck it'll be something I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;slash&gt;&lt;strike&gt;But really what are the chances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/slash&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-6068893983437971699?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/6068893983437971699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=6068893983437971699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/6068893983437971699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/6068893983437971699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow-related-post-incoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-7106742660014307769</id><published>2009-02-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:16:16.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh LOL I forgot to blog about my results! Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-7106742660014307769?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/7106742660014307769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=7106742660014307769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/7106742660014307769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/7106742660014307769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-lol-i-forgot-to-blog-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-7245935483704588908</id><published>2009-02-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:15:42.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got into NYP! Digital Entertainment technology. My first choice. Yeah. Okay. /end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-7245935483704588908?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/7245935483704588908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=7245935483704588908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/7245935483704588908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/7245935483704588908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-into-nyp-digital-entertainment.html' title=''/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-3087418230910175261</id><published>2009-01-22T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:24:02.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuskin</title><content type='html'>I need to get the blogskin changed. :( It's been the same for too long. Sadly I haven't the creativity to piece together another skin or continue this post, so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-3087418230910175261?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/3087418230910175261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=3087418230910175261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3087418230910175261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3087418230910175261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/01/nuskin.html' title='Nuskin'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-1972228637203524309</id><published>2009-01-17T21:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:23:21.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Environmental Crusader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAVE THE YUCCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&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;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-1972228637203524309?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/1972228637203524309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=1972228637203524309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/1972228637203524309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/1972228637203524309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/01/environmental-crusader.html' title='Environmental Crusader'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-4301941948330667337</id><published>2009-01-13T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:46:39.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>The day before I got my O level results I spent tidying up my room! Yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first to go were the humongous piles of worksheets. I sifted through all of them, out of boredom, to see if I could find anything interesting. Boy, what a waste of time that turned out to be. All I found were silverfish and...squashed silverfish. So, with the pointless searching done, I dumped them all into the rubbish chute! What a wondrous sound the worksheets made as they descended down to their DOOM! Seriously, I quite enjoyed the...fluttery sound they made when they went down the chute. :D That and I never did like half of it and it was just occupying space in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I cleaned out the shelves! Horrible, horrible shelves. I had an epiphany then. A sudden realization that shelves were full of suck and cupboards were far superior. So, with that, I caused a shitstorm and started bitching to my parents about how I wanted cupboards and IKEA furniture was meant to be laminated...blah blah blah. :P That was to no avail though, I think my parents just ignored me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when I decided to make cardboard cupboards &lt;slash&gt;complete with sliding door!&lt;/slash&gt;! :D Gutting my dad's product packaging proved to be fun and constructive! Cardboard is seriously a miracle material. Furniture, cards, wrapping paper. It is just so versatile! And nothing adds that hobo touch like cardboard! :D Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satay sticks make wonderful furniture too! :D Y'know how IKEA shelves(uhg) have these holes in them? Okay you probably don't but they do! Just shove them satay sticks in and you have yourself a charming rack to hang shit on! Isn't that amazing? :D I hang my TWO belts on them and they have yet to snap! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post lacks any continuity whatsoever, but hey, it's late and I feel nonsensical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-4301941948330667337?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/4301941948330667337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=4301941948330667337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/4301941948330667337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/4301941948330667337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2009/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-5851701836939779365</id><published>2008-12-17T14:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:23:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW-Related</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Touch of the Banshee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;kor'zad nervously peered around the corner of the column.  As he had planned, he saw her floating there, alone in her chamber.  Had he made the right decision, visiting the banshee's private chamber so late at night?  The necromancers would surely put him back into the ground if he was discovered.  What's worse, he didn't even know if his feelings were requited, and Madame Sidnari was known for her short temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~|~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat few doubts the zombie had were quickly tossed aside once he caught a full glimpse of her beauty.  Her distinctly elven features - a reminder of her form in a past life - were now only enhanced by the oozing wounds and scabs that dotted her face.  Purple, almost translucent skin was frugally covered by necrotic wrappings that hugged her waifish figure.  Cold flesh neatly fused with the ephemeral as her legless torso sat upon a bluish sphere of energy, drifting a few inches above the cold granite floor.  Skor'zad allowed himself to relax a bit and wiped the sweat and ichor that dripped alternatingly from his prominent brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~|~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;eemingly unaware of his presence, she glided to the only window in the room and looked out upon the battlefield.  Desolation stretched out before her.  Not six hours ago had the shrill cries of human children pierced the air, but now... only the sweet silence of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~|~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he wind caught her hair now, playfully flipping the worm-like tangles around her hollowed-out eye sockets.  Skor'zad, suddenly aware that he was leaning forward with lust, shrank back behind the column, terrified that the Dark Wailer might have seen him.  She had indeed seen him - but he had no reason to fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~|~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kor'zad," she said.  "I've been waiting for you.  You fought well today."  The banshee glanced coyly over her rotting right shoulder, allowing her wrappings to loosen ever so slightly.  "It's time you... collected your reward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~|~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;the&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;{The next few pages seem to be stuck together.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short story about the forbidden love between a ghoul and a banshee. It is found off a book in The Scarlet Enclave, a place in WoW. It is necrophilia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;slash&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;God I love WoW so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/slash&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-5851701836939779365?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/5851701836939779365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=5851701836939779365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/5851701836939779365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/5851701836939779365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-related.html' title='WoW-Related'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-551704923928588218</id><published>2008-12-14T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:32:12.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ominous Latin Name</title><content type='html'>I need to tidy up my room, all the random junk is making it look like crap. And the computer cables. Oh CPU, how I hate thee. Thine writhing mane of plastic-encased copper appendages shalt soon be tamed! THY RECKONING IS AT HAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really sleep now...but I need to resurrect this blog! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-551704923928588218?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/551704923928588218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=551704923928588218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/551704923928588218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/551704923928588218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2008/12/ominous-latin-name.html' title='Ominous Latin Name'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-271954560594616390</id><published>2008-11-04T11:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:38:32.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To link or not to link</title><content type='html'>Okay, my FOURTH post! Yay! I recently discovered most people DON'T ask for permission before linking other people on their blog, so...having absolutely nothing interesting to post I decided to instead type about all the inane things that come to mind &lt;strike&gt;just to waste time&lt;/strike&gt;. I find it weird not to ask for permission before linking, don't know why. And...yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f79416381c756a58" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df79416381c756a58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330317615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E525FFF774E7010A597D10D74B2E8949F98F151.2F99CCEDED150E9D8D267DEC1F07DABFED0AC387%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df79416381c756a58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D14lWPJNYUTrvvkrvdPgdWbI3d2s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df79416381c756a58%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330317615%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E525FFF774E7010A597D10D74B2E8949F98F151.2F99CCEDED150E9D8D267DEC1F07DABFED0AC387%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df79416381c756a58%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D14lWPJNYUTrvvkrvdPgdWbI3d2s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was an animation my sister completed yesterday! Whoooo so exciting! 55 frames for 3(THREE!!) seconds worth of video! Isn't that amazing!? &lt;strike&gt;God I'm so bored I think my mind just melted. :(&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-271954560594616390?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f79416381c756a58&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/271954560594616390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=271954560594616390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/271954560594616390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/271954560594616390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-link-or-not-to-link.html' title='To link or not to link'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-3967809651221695932</id><published>2008-10-29T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:03:27.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics, Guinea Pigs and new syllabi</title><content type='html'>/rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with the damned paper. I mean, we're supposedly taking a new syllabus, yet for whatever reason NOTHING of the new syllabus comes out? Why the hell are we even learning all that shit then? Faraday's law, Lenz's law, whatever,  ALL not tested. Even pressure. Is there a point in forcing us to learn all these new stuff yet having ABSOLUTELY NOTHING come out on it? Instead, we're tested on downright RETARDED things like the wavelength of x-rays. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I do remember being told WE WEREN'T EXPECTED TO KNOW THE EXACT FIGURES, JUST THEIR RELATIVE SIZES WITH RESPECT TO ONE ANOTHER. So WHY IN THE WORLD is there a question CONTRADICTORY to what we're told? From what I could gather the Common Test, Prelims and every other damned test was supposed to PREPARE us for O levels. However, it seems they were all in vain. Of course, I don't expect the school to know what questions are being set, but at the very least NOT TO FEED US FALSE INFORMATION. Like that stupid question on diverging lens...WE WERE TOLD THAT ISN'T EVEN IN OUR WRETCHED SYLLABUS, yet for whatever reason it MAGICALLY appears in the stupid question paper...utter crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly I feel cheated. Exasperated. Demoralized. Murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-3967809651221695932?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/3967809651221695932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=3967809651221695932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3967809651221695932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3967809651221695932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2008/10/physics-guinea-pigs-and-new-syllabi.html' title='Physics, Guinea Pigs and new syllabi'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-3940441318245040290</id><published>2008-10-29T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:44:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin!</title><content type='html'>Woot! Thanks to Kelvin, I've finally got the new blog skin implemented! Spent about an hour and a half yesterday drawing the skin on MS Paint. Yes, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MS PAINT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strike&gt;which is full of suck&lt;/strike&gt;! :O&lt;br /&gt;I really like the way the feathers turned out, though I'm not sure if the ladything's lips even look like lips. Kinda seems like she's bearing her teeth like an enraged baboon, I think I overdid the highlights. &lt;strike&gt;Whoopsie doopsie.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait to post and try out the new template too! Stark improvement over the previous bland one &lt;strike&gt;which was full of suck&lt;/strike&gt;.  LOL and the song is full of win. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaamn I should be studying for physics tomorrow but just the thought of it makes me puke in my mouth. Horrid, horrid physics. I'd rather post in a BLOG than study that wretched subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if my posts seem random &lt;strike&gt;because they are&lt;/strike&gt;, but I'm really bored now and I'm just typing whatever comes to mind. I guess this is how it'll be like for subsequent posts. An amalgamation of random rubbish. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s Kelvin I love you for doing my blog for me. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-3940441318245040290?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/3940441318245040290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=3940441318245040290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3940441318245040290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3940441318245040290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-skin.html' title='New skin!'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182047384735972333.post-3406706998060684492</id><published>2008-10-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:42:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALIVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; decided to create my own blog, out of sheer boredom &lt;strike&gt;and the allure of pretty blog skins&lt;/strike&gt;. It's quite amazing, really, some of the things you are driven to do when faced with the &lt;strike&gt;pretty blog skins&lt;/strike&gt; monotony of preparing for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'O's&lt;/span&gt;. Not like I was doing any preparation, but I'd like to think as such. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, lo and behold, here is my blog! Don't expect it to get updated often though, more likely than not it's going to rot. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4182047384735972333-3406706998060684492?l=the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/feeds/3406706998060684492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4182047384735972333&amp;postID=3406706998060684492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3406706998060684492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4182047384735972333/posts/default/3406706998060684492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-dance-of-death.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-alive.html' title='IT&apos;S ALIVE!'/><author><name>Everyone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08650464433637067045</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
