<?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-3753042940454484998</id><updated>2011-12-11T22:35:55.684+08:00</updated><category term='i posted late'/><category term='it&apos;s a saturday post'/><category term='praying hard. late post.'/><category term='edited'/><category term='do i simply miss the feeling of being with someone'/><category term='late post once again'/><category term='late post'/><category term='beauty is in the eyes of the beholder'/><title type='text'>a step further</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>689</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6429177024230824962</id><published>2011-12-08T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:19:15.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8tX-nhexMPY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And All My Life, I Pray for Someone Like You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6429177024230824962?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6429177024230824962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-all-my-life-i-pray-for-someone-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6429177024230824962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6429177024230824962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-all-my-life-i-pray-for-someone-like.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8tX-nhexMPY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2074253004890966766</id><published>2011-12-04T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:10:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recital and more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been too busy to blog. Kinda sad with life. There's too much too do but too little time. Everything is piling up and i don't know how to handle it. I just pretend everything is fine. Praying and hoping everything would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the bright side, O School Recital 2011 was recently just over. #rd Recital this year, it's kinda different without people like Diana, but that's okay. I met new people, although i don't find the experience amazingly as good as last year but its alright. Big thanks to Wei jie and Ben for letting me in the item 3rd year running, always learnt a lot from you guys(: Thanks to Team Taiqi for tolerating my busy schedule, all of you are amazing poppers. Thanks to all my friends that came down to support, even saw some unexpected people. Lazy to post so many photos. So just few below(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA-fj75t-gQ/Ttt90QTesoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/FVHySxlrHio/s1600/IMG_3552.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA-fj75t-gQ/Ttt90QTesoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/FVHySxlrHio/s320/IMG_3552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682273691541353090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TeCN7cEY-BU/Ttt90I1T7lI/AAAAAAAAAuI/YuJdeRezRf8/s1600/IMG_3538.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TeCN7cEY-BU/Ttt90I1T7lI/AAAAAAAAAuI/YuJdeRezRf8/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682273689535770194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDupqd7cGKY/Ttt9y7otB_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/GB4aaXVQ46A/s1600/IMG_3515.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UDupqd7cGKY/Ttt9y7otB_I/AAAAAAAAAt8/GB4aaXVQ46A/s320/IMG_3515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682273668813359090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up: Projects, Tests and hell lot more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2074253004890966766?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2074253004890966766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/recital-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2074253004890966766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2074253004890966766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/12/recital-and-more.html' title='Recital and more'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA-fj75t-gQ/Ttt90QTesoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/FVHySxlrHio/s72-c/IMG_3552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7921178423899892457</id><published>2011-11-06T01:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T02:04:40.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Month of October! Link(Elite Force Crew) came to Singapore for Money In The Cap 2, it was really great to see him and to take his class. Learnt a lot more about hip hop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had my last Pol-ITE reppin' TP, injured my leg so didnt do as well as i wanted individually. But, as a team, i think TP Sprints did pretty good. The girls won 4x100m and 4x400m again. As usual, 4x400m was hell tiring. It was also great seeing all the SSP people(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are some photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzPGAGkHEFw/TrV5od7BKsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/CaV3Mbduy2M/s1600/IMG_3366.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzPGAGkHEFw/TrV5od7BKsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/CaV3Mbduy2M/s320/IMG_3366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671573041876904642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkXxktEaha0/TrV5oAg8TNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/utEQiISSr5s/s1600/IMG_3365.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkXxktEaha0/TrV5oAg8TNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/utEQiISSr5s/s320/IMG_3365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671573033982905554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Link!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wRHzZtg9YCI/TrV5Mf-HniI/AAAAAAAAAtY/6kO3din9Ecw/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wRHzZtg9YCI/TrV5Mf-HniI/AAAAAAAAAtY/6kO3din9Ecw/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671572561390444066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love the SSP girls(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hjz8uLH4RBs/TrV5MBmvg4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/9SeGgK4lRIs/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hjz8uLH4RBs/TrV5MBmvg4I/AAAAAAAAAtM/9SeGgK4lRIs/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671572553239331714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZazfsWWGSiY/TrV5Ls_R7MI/AAAAAAAAAtA/b8hXm0h9CMs/s1600/IMG_0439.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZazfsWWGSiY/TrV5Ls_R7MI/AAAAAAAAAtA/b8hXm0h9CMs/s320/IMG_0439.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671572547705105602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TP Sprints!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By3dRPmmLoc/TrV5LKxliLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/wQmnyJ4joZw/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-By3dRPmmLoc/TrV5LKxliLI/AAAAAAAAAs0/wQmnyJ4joZw/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671572538520864946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo9aZo6euO0/TrV5K4vfkLI/AAAAAAAAAso/m0NQgx9Vayg/s1600/IMG_0437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jo9aZo6euO0/TrV5K4vfkLI/AAAAAAAAAso/m0NQgx9Vayg/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671572533680246962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bowl~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7921178423899892457?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7921178423899892457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/ultimate-overdue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7921178423899892457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7921178423899892457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/ultimate-overdue.html' title='Ultimate Overdue'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzPGAGkHEFw/TrV5od7BKsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/CaV3Mbduy2M/s72-c/IMG_3366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5654051733400185970</id><published>2011-11-04T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:31:28.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of hell</title><content type='html'>School started already! Hectic hectic last semester. Second week of school and I'm going crazy. Two reports and one test in two weeks. To add on, I've got recital performances and practices, not to forget track training. But I'm not giving up yet(thank you Marcus for the encouragement, you probably won't read this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5654051733400185970?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5654051733400185970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-start-of-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5654051733400185970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5654051733400185970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-start-of-hell.html' title='The start of hell'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5445517638602509748</id><published>2011-10-18T01:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T02:44:17.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GENTING HIGHLANDS with 1K05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8HwXqV1fJw/Tpx2ai8flgI/AAAAAAAAArI/DqWksGcByjs/s1600/IMG_3332.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YKSnqJ12cgg/TpxwYHbdECI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QmD-l4oIUlM/s320/IMG_3222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664525990938611746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gp4U7RkiEA/TpxwX11fovI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZVcjAoJ06nc/s1600/IMG_3197.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gp4U7RkiEA/TpxwX11fovI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ZVcjAoJ06nc/s320/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664525986215994098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IQWD3-Y9mg/TpxwXDq5_uI/AAAAAAAAAps/heAbEKB6-rU/s1600/IMG_3177.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IQWD3-Y9mg/TpxwXDq5_uI/AAAAAAAAAps/heAbEKB6-rU/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664525972749811426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3hCunlrUGM/TpxwWw_OR-I/AAAAAAAAApc/zmIgqiHgq6Y/s1600/IMG_3167.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3hCunlrUGM/TpxwWw_OR-I/AAAAAAAAApc/zmIgqiHgq6Y/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664525967734753250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting looks the same as it was, there wasn't a lot to do but, i had a great time with great people(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5445517638602509748?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5445517638602509748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/genting-highlands-with-1k05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5445517638602509748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5445517638602509748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/10/genting-highlands-with-1k05.html' title='GENTING HIGHLANDS with 1K05'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m8HwXqV1fJw/Tpx2ai8flgI/AAAAAAAAArI/DqWksGcByjs/s72-c/IMG_3332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3369160559836452457</id><published>2011-08-26T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T17:06:13.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months, the aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acPVwLwVmsc/TldhXQHSYiI/AAAAAAAAApU/R82TVvJ2h98/s1600/IMG_3147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acPVwLwVmsc/TldhXQHSYiI/AAAAAAAAApU/R82TVvJ2h98/s320/IMG_3147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645087710022623778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TK-Swc1AMkA/TldhXITC0lI/AAAAAAAAApM/xVXUDX6yLew/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TK-Swc1AMkA/TldhXITC0lI/AAAAAAAAApM/xVXUDX6yLew/s320/IMG_3134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645087707924451922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrw2bvWBi7E/TldhW7i3I5I/AAAAAAAAApE/-niFJ085qaU/s1600/IMG_3114.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qrw2bvWBi7E/TldhW7i3I5I/AAAAAAAAApE/-niFJ085qaU/s320/IMG_3114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645087704501134226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTSDD49lY48/TldhWrUCuGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/UWIarYOEd2U/s1600/IMG_3090.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XTSDD49lY48/TldhWrUCuGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/UWIarYOEd2U/s320/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645087700144011362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing much. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3369160559836452457?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3369160559836452457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-months-aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3369160559836452457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3369160559836452457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/08/5-months-aftermath.html' title='5 months, the aftermath'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acPVwLwVmsc/TldhXQHSYiI/AAAAAAAAApU/R82TVvJ2h98/s72-c/IMG_3147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-9065523631402925846</id><published>2011-06-19T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:01:08.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LTJ8ZSZRG_o?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="250" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're not sure that you love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But you're not sure enough to let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Baby it ain't fair, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To just keep me hanging 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You say you don't want to hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't want to see my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So why are you still standing here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just watching me drown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now you can drag out the heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Baby you can make it quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Really get it over with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And just let me move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't concern yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With this mess you left for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can clean it up, you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just as long as you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're not making up your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's killing me and wasting time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I need so much more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just take your love and hit the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So just leave the pieces when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh yeah, leave the pieces when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Leave the pieces when you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-9065523631402925846?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9065523631402925846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-not-sure-that-you-love-me-but_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9065523631402925846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9065523631402925846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-not-sure-that-you-love-me-but_19.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2224552781685132514</id><published>2011-06-07T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:52:54.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain and simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Life is probably the hardest thing I have to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Consist of happiest,sadness,pain and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Emotions come at the most unexpected moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The more you want to run away from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The more it comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The thing is, sometimes you already see it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A lot of times, I pray for someone to share life with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apparently, I don't see it happening at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe it never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And all I can say is "oh well"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But, in my heart all I know is "alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pretending to be nonchalant all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Inside, I know everything is messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;All I know is, this is life for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2224552781685132514?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2224552781685132514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/plain-and-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2224552781685132514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2224552781685132514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/06/plain-and-simple.html' title='Plain and simple'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2727863771489230926</id><published>2011-05-29T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T01:58:09.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in direction</title><content type='html'>Late updates once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Meet Funk Session and Workshop is over two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome awesome. that's all i've got to say. Partly, cause i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last An An's item performance was at graduation. I'm gonna miss them!(: All of them are such amazing dancers in their own ways, honoured to have danced with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is filled with birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon yeah(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2727863771489230926?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2727863771489230926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost-in-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2727863771489230926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2727863771489230926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost-in-direction.html' title='lost in direction'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6404882887844454384</id><published>2011-05-08T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:12:58.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop one of these</title><content type='html'>CDM meeting is over and well, i think i better note down some stuff to help with my SIP report later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 0: OT day. Did publications for CDMs. Print handouts which consists of presentation slides and pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: OT day again. Did publications for CDMs. Print handouts of day 2 which consists of presentation slides and pictures. Started burning CDs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Burn CDs and manage to attend part of the CDM meeting. ASEAN delegates are friendly with each other and the meeting was rather smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: did transport timings from games village to competition venue. As requested by CDMs from other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning points?&lt;br /&gt;Planning is important. Anticipation and forecasting of the unknown need to be done, so that any situation that occur can be solved easily. Precautions can also be taken before hand.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt how to properly format and burn a CD.&lt;br /&gt;Like BESE, first impression is important. Even handouts must look good when giving it to important people overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Segregation of duties must be clearly done so that gaps and overlapping of them would not occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i went Fuyo Warm up party. had fun!(: happy to see Louis, Brendan and Yi zheng pop! they are all so crazy!:D Met new friends too(: happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a simple day but enjoyable one with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Really happy to see Dickson and nessa today!&lt;br /&gt;i miss the ssp pioneers and my batch a lot!(:&lt;br /&gt;hope we see each other again soon!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6404882887844454384?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6404882887844454384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/pop-one-of-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6404882887844454384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6404882887844454384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/pop-one-of-these.html' title='pop one of these'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8113857680253193171</id><published>2011-05-04T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:24:07.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marching on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been one month plus of attachment/internship at CCAB. Things has been going alright. I guess I'm starting to get the hang of things, but been rather distracted lately so i messed up quite a bit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some updates from the past two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;Started Popping again so i was really happy i get to session last week with KS, Yi Zheng, Lionel, Waihoe, Alvin etc. It was really fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPDE auditions, can't wait to see the new batch of juniors. Got to session with TPDE again. So learnt a lot yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Down Vol. 4. This year everyone got stronger, so i'm really happy for everyone. I really sucked this year. The moment I went on stage i know everything felt wrong. Been super down ever since. As much as I pretend to smile and be happy, something inside my heart just doesn't feel right. The thing is, I'm not unhappy or sad about not getting through auditions. I'm not angry at anything. Just that I don't know why, everytime I think about dance and music now, i just feel something hurting in my heart, just pain. And it makes it hard to even breathe. Sigh, don't even wanna think about it. But now, everyday i question myself, can i really dance? Am i a dancer? Do i even belong here?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why people have status quo, people should be where they belong to and not try something new. Track has been my whole life and I know it. It is one of the best things that happened to me because it brought me to where I am and everything I learnt from it made me who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MX got her car already cool or what, now we can go a lot of places woohoo. haha. take advantage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last part of my update today, cause i simply have no idea what to say anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy birthday Mum, doubt you'll ever read this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I know I was never the best daughter you can have. I know I have a lot of angsty moments and I know I haven't been treating you the way you should be. Thank you for all your care and concern as much as I hate it when you nag but, i know you care. Our little household changed a lot since I was a kid, now things are so different from back then and I miss all the quality times we could spent. Now we hardly have time for each other, and the home doesn't feel like a home anymore. But whatever happens, you know I love you mum. Without you, I probably wouldn't be where I am. Thank you for trusting me in all the decisions i make, and giving me freedom to do what i want, never stopping me from the things i love doing. I will work hard for my last year in poly. May you have a good life for as long as you live. love ya mum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8113857680253193171?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8113857680253193171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/marching-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8113857680253193171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8113857680253193171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/05/marching-on.html' title='marching on'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8118172172796683554</id><published>2011-04-23T01:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T02:01:49.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="350" height="220" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m02-RHN_hQE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8118172172796683554?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8118172172796683554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8118172172796683554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8118172172796683554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m02-RHN_hQE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2142669586767843464</id><published>2011-04-10T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:25:14.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe</title><content type='html'>It's because of you girls, I learnt to pick myself up each time I fall. I learnt to face all situations with a stronger heart. I learnt to be determine in everything that I do. I learnt to be happier even when I'm angry with a situation. I learnt to trust people once again. I learnt to control my temper. I learnt to believe in myself and that everything is gonna be alright. I learnt a lot and I know I will continue learning. Days are always simple, but you girls make a day the best it could be. I like it that way. Years down the road, i hope nothing will ever change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2142669586767843464?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2142669586767843464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2142669586767843464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2142669586767843464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/believe.html' title='believe'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3099892535845060709</id><published>2011-04-07T09:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:06:33.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what about now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Just didnt have the time to do it and the mood.I started my internship recently, so it's been rather tiring. It's gonna be a 5 days work week for the next 5 months for me. Well, i'm trying to make the best out of it! I mean who likes working right. In this 5 months, i'm probably gonna miss out on a lot of stuff but I don't have a choice right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway, other than internship GEM 6: Celebrate Life, Celebrate Dance was just over. There were a lot of problems, good times and bad times during the whole preparation period. But, I learnt from it. I became stronger and I'm glad I managed to perform in GEM 6 at least. It was a meaningful experience for me and every single item really touched my heart. The finale when the video was played and we get to shine the lights was just awesome. I can feel something in my heart I can feel it symbolizes something. I don't know what it is but, i feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A lot of crying this year cause I know that some way or another whatever Ryan and An An said, or whatever items you were in, relates to each and every person out there. Whatever Ryan and An An said during choreographers' talk really made everyone cried. Choreographers, we know we worked really hard to make it work and i'm glad we didn't give up(: I'm inspired by every single one of you in TPDE especially people who are closer to me. I've seen you guys grow and improve as a dancer and I'm really happy to see the club slowly growing. It has been one memorable GEM. Even the alumnis came back, not only did they dance they inspired the whole club and gave everyone an extra reason to dance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This GEM taught me a lot as a dancer and as a person. I think I am stronger now and because of the theme of this concert I realize that there are people out there who are unfortunate in a lot of ways, but they can and have chosen to live life better. Why can't I do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nick Vujicic: It is scary to know how many people are just angry at lives because of their situation. It's a wakening call, it is time to try to make your own life better. I'm more motivated to dance now and through this concert, I realize how much I love dance and how much i'm willing to fight for it. Thank you everyone who helped me pull through all the nightmares of my life. I am grateful for it. I hope everyone would keep dancing in TPDE because all of you are amazing in your own ways.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a2RA0vsZXf8" frameborder="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I don't know how long i would dance for, i don't know how much i would improve, but i guess it's the moment right here and now that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdXpYYq6GmA/TZ0XkWXgzxI/AAAAAAAAAow/9vCjCkCcQ4M/s1600/Popping.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdXpYYq6GmA/TZ0XkWXgzxI/AAAAAAAAAow/9vCjCkCcQ4M/s1600/Popping.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdXpYYq6GmA/TZ0XkWXgzxI/AAAAAAAAAow/9vCjCkCcQ4M/s1600/Popping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592652225510952722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mdXpYYq6GmA/TZ0XkWXgzxI/AAAAAAAAAow/9vCjCkCcQ4M/s320/Popping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; My crazy popping item(: Thank you for putting effort, thank you for the whole experience cause you guys never fail to brighten up my day the moment you guys dance. You guys have improved a lot and I really hope we would get a chance to work together again. I will always remember the 11 of you + Diana. much love(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fVBWNPTOiY/TZ0XkOIuOBI/AAAAAAAAAoo/R-BcySvQOcM/s1600/Clique.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592652223301433362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3fVBWNPTOiY/TZ0XkOIuOBI/AAAAAAAAAoo/R-BcySvQOcM/s320/Clique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We have stuck together for about two years. Each and everyone of you have inspired in your own little ways. All of you are amazing at what you do and I am grateful to have the bunch of you in my life. You guys are the people who keep pushing me to not give up and to keep dancing. Without you guys, I won't be dancing today and I wouldn't be where I am right now. So thank you for everything, much love my bros and sistas(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uu432OTEjnE/TZ0XkB5nvtI/AAAAAAAAAog/klK0ene3uY0/s1600/An%2527s%2BKidz.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592652220016869074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uu432OTEjnE/TZ0XkB5nvtI/AAAAAAAAAog/klK0ene3uY0/s320/An%2527s%2BKidz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;n's Kidz! Although we didn't train very long together, I can feel each and everyone of you while dancing the item.Every single one of us were just having fun and enjoying ourselves. Somehow, maybe we've got a chemistry. Even though it was only two official trainings but, I really enjoyed myself and I really love dancing with the 8 of you(: All of you are crazy dancers and I have learnt a lot from each and everyone of you. I hope we would share the stage once again. Much love(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;Finally, Thank you everyone who came to watch GEM 6 or in your own ways attempted to support us. Without you guys, we would be performing to empty chairs. I hope all of you got inspired too(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;I haven't been training for track so I need to somehow make time for it. I miss my girls and the crazy sprints group very much. K, I know you're having a rough time right now, sorry I can't meet you as often as I would like to. But, I want you to be strong and I know you are. It's just a matter of time before you can laugh like you've never been wounded. Hope you'll be fine soon. Love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"&gt;House session tonight(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3099892535845060709?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3099892535845060709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-about-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3099892535845060709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3099892535845060709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-about-now.html' title='what about now'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a2RA0vsZXf8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7737999128910674019</id><published>2011-03-17T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T01:26:31.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not the last of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5FM5Akcjraw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought everything was becoming better, i thought i could do this. But I think, who confirm? Everything feels like it's falling apart. Now it isn't about choosing, it isn't about which one to go. It's just giving me a chance to go for it. I want it and i worked for it, to find out that i can't go for it? Feels like the most ridiculous reason. So many things happening and i somehow don't know how to handle it. I guess i've been through worst than this. But, there is only so much a person can take, I am human too. As much as i am determined, as much as i can strong. I am still a person. I'm just hoping for the best. i still believe Hope replenishes the heart. I'll find something to Hope about. I believe i can do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7737999128910674019?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7737999128910674019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-last-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7737999128910674019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7737999128910674019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-last-of-me.html' title='it&apos;s not the last of me'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5FM5Akcjraw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7507666741034374506</id><published>2011-03-07T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T02:02:25.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been dancing and dancing, loving each moment of it even more. Good moments don't always last though, something would just come along and spoil everything. I wish good times last longer. Sigh. I guess my life is kinda sad in that way. There's a lot of things i wish i didn't have to do, but in reality i don't really have choice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wishing life was way more simpler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7507666741034374506?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7507666741034374506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-dancing-and-dancing-loving-each.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7507666741034374506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7507666741034374506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-dancing-and-dancing-loving-each.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5982379235094144684</id><published>2011-02-24T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:33:05.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dotted lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;A word's just a word, till you mean what you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it was simply a frustrating day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5982379235094144684?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5982379235094144684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/dotted-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5982379235094144684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5982379235094144684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/dotted-lines.html' title='dotted lines'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8471449686800607648</id><published>2011-02-23T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:35:51.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJPtEkxQ48g/TWPj_nWXnuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6MuETxB9fww/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJPtEkxQ48g/TWPj_nWXnuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6MuETxB9fww/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576551445648875234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Study week. It's freaking boring. Look at my accounting book, it's like 13 chapters worth of stuff. I haven't even start on M.I.C.E. Don't feel like studying but i need to save my GPA. It's on the verge of dying. Actually, it is screwed up this semester already, just trying to reduce the damage. Hate this semester, really like wtf. The subject that i thought i was gonna hate the most, is the subject that help me the most and i apparently love the most; SSM! I suck at exams, my brain capacity is so limited, i can't memorize stuff. I only can deal with application stuff. So how the hell am i suppose to ace my exams. I need Jason's brain cells for accounting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, meeting K/MX later to study at Woodlands. Need to study like a nerdy dude.And..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIALING, NAUFAL &amp;amp; ZHAN WEN((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8471449686800607648?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8471449686800607648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8471449686800607648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8471449686800607648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/nerding.html' title='Nerding'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QJPtEkxQ48g/TWPj_nWXnuI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6MuETxB9fww/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6829520800181237500</id><published>2011-02-16T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:56:15.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ends.</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i updated! I've been busy, as usual.&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year wasn't the best that i had, but it was a great gathering with my friends. Manage to meet up with the 4B people at Paul's house. As usual, Paul's house is still huge even though he shifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday came and went, it wasn't a big celebration this year. I pre celebrated my birthday on a Sunday with the awesome track girls! love y'all and thanks for all the presents! Without them, i wouldn't be where i am today(: On the actual day, i had bese test. Gosh. My mum bought me a cake when i went home after i ended school at 6pm. The worst was that i slept at 430AM, rushing submission the next day. What a sucky birthday huh. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, just had my last week for SSM! Project execution was better than expected although it wasn't perfect! but we all tried!(: It's kinda a mixed emotion when SSM ended, like what Mr Goh said. I hate waking up at 430AM in the morning, but nevertheless i enjoyed learning a lot of stuff from SSM. As much as i might not go into the F&amp;amp;B industry, but i thought it was great learning more about it. I would really miss the experience though(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness i passed BESE. Not a fantastic grade, but at least i didn't fail. Comforting to know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6829520800181237500?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6829520800181237500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6829520800181237500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6829520800181237500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/ends.html' title='Ends.'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3325962029274555575</id><published>2011-02-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T01:11:11.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI, HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every chinese new year, it's the same old thing. This year, i kinda enjoy it lesser maybe cause of school. Nevertheless, i still had a pretty good time playing cards. With kids running around the house, noise. However, it is a rather busy chinese new year with all the upcoming submissions and stuff. Seriously, kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Birthday is coming, and seriously wrong time and day. Don't feel like celebrating this year. But, hey i only get to be 19 once, why not. It's gonna be a sucky day though. Sigh. It's just my luck huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shall update soon. Toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3325962029274555575?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3325962029274555575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3325962029274555575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3325962029274555575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-2011.html' title='CNY 2011'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7835397502423116838</id><published>2011-01-30T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:32:49.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POL-ITE Day 2</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of POL-ITE ended! can't believe it finished so fast. Today was a day with a lot of ups and downs. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started with the rain, well actually it rained since the previous day and never stopped. Rain is the worst thing you can have for a track competition, all it does is spoil the mood and make your muscles cool, it gives you wet tracks, makes your shoes sell really bad and the worst part is delays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, i receive messages on things which i seriously would not want to think about on my competition day. Felt like my whole world fell on me on my way to Bukit Gombak, thank goodness i manage to snap myself out of it and pull myself together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today the only event MX, Hills and myself had to run was 4by400m along with Divya who is a 400m runner. Stupid 400m which is so tiring. Sadly there's only 4 girls so i have no choice but to run. The weather was cold and harsh. Surprisingly, it stopped raining for 4by400m but it was still cold and wet. So breathing was a big problem and plus i was nervous it made things worst. I was the first runner so i  ran and survived 400m after pacing my 200m and dying last 200m. the rest helped to pull the gap, so we manage to get first and broke the record! woohoo! surprise that we even got the gold! Well done to Divya, who got gold for individual 400m(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We broke the record for 4by100m too! i had a great time this pol-ite! well done to every one whether you got a medal or not! in some ways, all of you made this meet really awesome! Loads of fun and laughter! I would really miss making friends with other poly people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to school tomorrow, with loads of stress. Sigh what should i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7835397502423116838?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7835397502423116838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/pol-ite-day-2_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7835397502423116838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7835397502423116838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/pol-ite-day-2_30.html' title='POL-ITE Day 2'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-537940896637963804</id><published>2011-01-29T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:07:40.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POL-ITE</title><content type='html'>Today was Day 1 of POL-ITE! I did better than i expected. I thought I would not even qualify for finals for 100m, but I did! I manage to fight my way from 7th to 4th. The sad thing is that I could have got a medal if I hold on for the remaining 5 metres. Oh well, it's something that I can learn from. I think lane 1 works wonders for me(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TP won 4 by 100m girls though! At least i got one medal from there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow 4 by 400m -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my first time running pol-ite, and i think somehow i'm more motivated for it than i used to. I know i'm still not in my top form. but i'm trying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, shall update again soon!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-537940896637963804?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/537940896637963804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/pol-ite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/537940896637963804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/537940896637963804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/pol-ite.html' title='POL-ITE'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7736264899305940347</id><published>2011-01-24T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:57:36.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juste Debout 2011</title><content type='html'>It's been a crazy week, project submissions after submissions. To add on to the misery, there's presentations, test and trainings (track/dance). I never thought i would make it through the past two weeks but, apparently i did. I shocked myself. I survived! It was so tough, i thought i would go crazy. It was hell stressful. I probably wouldn't do well for studies this semester, i can feel it cause my projects and test all seems like a big mess. But, it's okay i know i tried. Sigh. There goes my GPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all the misery, I had a great weekend! 22nd and 23rd January.&lt;br /&gt;Juste Debout Singapore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i even took part! Big THANK YOU to Mr Tan Zhiming for bringing it to Singapore. Without you, dancers in Singapore would never get a chance like this!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Marcus Leong for being my partner!! Next up, Floor The Love!:D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone from overseas and locally for the great experience. New Friends!&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the judges for sharing the knowledge and passion with all of us!&lt;br /&gt;Legend, Terry, Khan and Meech(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TUQ4KM0eOEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sgFhxj2epn8/s1600/IMG_2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TUQ4KM0eOEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sgFhxj2epn8/s320/IMG_2772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567636787227932738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TUQ4J-2TjpI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yLrqEGnOawE/s1600/IMG_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TUQ4J-2TjpI/AAAAAAAAAn8/yLrqEGnOawE/s320/IMG_2763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567636783477526162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TUQ4JpQ5FFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/K_4VJVIGBbo/s1600/IMG_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TUQ4JpQ5FFI/AAAAAAAAAn0/K_4VJVIGBbo/s320/IMG_2686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567636777683457106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm more motivated to dance, I'll miss all the fun times like this, always(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7736264899305940347?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7736264899305940347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/juste-debout-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7736264899305940347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7736264899305940347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/juste-debout-2011.html' title='Juste Debout 2011'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TUQ4KM0eOEI/AAAAAAAAAoE/sgFhxj2epn8/s72-c/IMG_2772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6433495260468976900</id><published>2011-01-09T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:25:30.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School has started, as much as i hate it,life goes on. Schedule is crazy as usual, especially for the upcoming two months. I don't feel like facing it or thinking about it, but i have to. That's the sad thing about life. Anyway, BESE and MICE has been submitted left TCS project, which my group has not started at all. It's going to be a rush, it's going to be ultimate fatigue, but i think i'll get through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was pretty good. Danzation 2011. Although i don't think it was crazily awesome, but i can see everyone's hardwork and i certainly enjoy watching. So great job to the 9 external crews and NRA(: I love MJ's item!  After Danzation, got dragged to a birthday celebration by Andy, as much as i didn't wanna go, i went anyway. I'm happy that i decided to go because i really enjoyed myself(: Ate at Spize, River Valley Road. The food was rather expensive, but it was good. Happy birthday Luqman and Winson! I really had fun, reached home at 3AM 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of every upcoming week is simply fear and sadness. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6433495260468976900?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6433495260468976900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-has-started-as-much-as-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6433495260468976900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6433495260468976900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2011/01/school-has-started-as-much-as-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-688951971728810418</id><published>2010-12-31T01:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T02:47:49.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TR92SMmK52I/AAAAAAAAAns/WfM9u4bpXQA/s1600/neoprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557290520189527906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TR92SMmK52I/AAAAAAAAAns/WfM9u4bpXQA/s320/neoprint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TR92R0pdHxI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dfhOKzywy9A/s1600/clique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557290513760853778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TR92R0pdHxI/AAAAAAAAAnk/dfhOKzywy9A/s320/clique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TR92RjFHieI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mKZ_04Ina6A/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557290509045041634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TR92RjFHieI/AAAAAAAAAnc/mKZ_04Ina6A/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thank you guys for being part of my life, it means a lot to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are others but no photos. Sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Every year, at this very time, I'll be doing the same thing. Typing out my resolutions for the coming year and reflections for the past year. Most of the time, I feel rather good doing it because it helps me to know I'm still me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So 2010 has been probably one of the toughest years of my life because I had to cope with so many things. Track, Dance and Studies. It has never been easy making decisions, but it is even harder when you have to do it all the time. I know it's going to get much harder from here, but i'm going to try and make it work somehow.I know i'm not superwoman or God, but whatever stuff i do, i'm going to give my best. I can't believe 2010 is coming to an end, although it doesn't feel like much difference. Somehow many events in 2010 definitely made an impact in my life and I'll definitely remember for the rest of my life. The most significant one is definitely O school Recital, I like how our item bonded, i miss all the retarded moments we had during trainings and sessions. i miss all the fun! I never regret being in this item. Hope we get to perform together again! zombies!(: In addition, I love TP Sprints Team, our bond is rather stronger maybe cause we knew each other for quite some time. I really love the crazy jokes we make after training and i know it won't stop, so that's great! Let's take revenge for POL-ITE Games. Despite all these good memories, the thing is a lot of people don't know or actually no one really knows what i'm thinking at all. I laugh, i joke, i smile but, throughout the whole 2010, all i have in me was mainly fear. I'm afraid of my very own life, my very own schedule and my strength. I'm afraid because i don't know if i would be able to cope, every single day while doing one thing, at the back of my mind i have to worry about the other. I'm afraid of clashes, afraid of what I cannot attend, afraid that i would not be able to make it work. I've given so much up, especially social life just to do these things that i want to do. I always wonder if i made the right decisions because i'm only young once. I always thought i was strong, until the day before i flew to Sydney i fell sick and fainted in my own home. That was the first time i fainted and that was when i realize how vulnerable i could be. The feeling of fainting was scary, i was walking and i couldn't see anything,everything suddenly turned pitch dark and i couldn't feel my legs, i just fell to the ground not knowing whether i hit my head or anything. I just laid there wondering if i'm still alive. I'm afraid that one day i get so tired and just faint on the streets, not being able to get home. I'm afraid of losing myself, afraid of not knowing where i'm going and what i'm gonna do next. This whole 2010 has been like that for me. Simply fear and a little bit of happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As much as i hope 2011 will be a better year for me, apparently its not going to be.&lt;br /&gt;POL-ITE, Juste Debout, GEMS 6 and not to mention my SIP. Apparently they are all happening around the same time, i don't know if it's a prank on me or what. But it is certainly not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know what my 2011 resolutions are, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;1) cope with everything and not let my gpa drop&lt;br /&gt;2) be happier and less fearful of my life&lt;br /&gt;3) lose weight&lt;br /&gt;4) be a better friend&lt;br /&gt;5) improve in dance&lt;br /&gt;6) be stronger&lt;br /&gt;7) learn to make better decisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't have a proper resolution because everything is just so jumble up now that i don't even know how to face my life, my schedule and everything else. I just hope that i won't lose myself in this crazy life of mine. Cause i feel like i am. I hardly know what kind of person am i. So many things are happening and i don't know whether to defend myself or think for others. It's really killing me slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-688951971728810418?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/688951971728810418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/688951971728810418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/688951971728810418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TR92SMmK52I/AAAAAAAAAns/WfM9u4bpXQA/s72-c/neoprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8145621053376697717</id><published>2010-12-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:11:06.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since i had proper updates been way too lazy and busy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;So what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Bodies production on the 18th was dope shit!&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole thing! Funk items plus the hip hop items was dope shit!&lt;br /&gt;I hope GEMS is as good as this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;It's the 4th day of Christmas, 8 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas eve, i'm proud to say i did my track training!&lt;br /&gt;At night, even though i was lazy i made my way to sportsmen bar to chill.&lt;br /&gt;Sat there and listen to the live band, looking at old timers dance.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day i went to watch SYDC concert, their dance was really good(:&lt;br /&gt;Christmas dinner at Baystreet 21 at IMM, missed the place! Used to go there every weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be the end of the holidays, i still have loads to do!&lt;br /&gt;M.I.C.E stuff, U-Art etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having SIP interview this Thursday, hope everything goes well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8145621053376697717?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8145621053376697717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8145621053376697717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8145621053376697717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4338041847895412195</id><published>2010-12-23T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T02:21:31.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't stop reading Yono's facebook status, it's really too funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here goes, enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I know all of you think that Santa Claus is a fat white guy. but trust me he's a skinny black man.Who else can break into your house in the middle of the night without you knowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SANTA CLAUS IS A BLACK MAN.- &lt;em&gt;Yono"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4338041847895412195?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4338041847895412195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4338041847895412195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4338041847895412195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/laughs.html' title='laughs'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5340579759350234080</id><published>2010-12-21T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:01:58.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know i really hate the feeling when i treat people nice, like they're my good friends/brothers/sisters. But, after awhile they just leave me hanging and throw me aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is it that difficult to treat someone the way they suppose to be treated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And I can't believe how much people have changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I thought it was all good, it's probably a facade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Am I really too nice? because I don't feel that I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone once told me before I started my poly life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You have to stop thinking for others and start thinking for yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wish I listened, I wish I could do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I remember replying that it's just not me to only think for myself because I'm like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want people around me to be happy so that i can be happy to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Recently, i realize everyone may be happy except me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My life is a mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The truth is, I dread coming home other than the times i feel like sleeping because i know i'll be alone. I hate it when i look forward to seeing everyone at home but, to only find out that i'm the only one. It's a family that doesn't feel like one. I miss the times in sports school. It feels more like a home to me than my own home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's all random thoughts. toodles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5340579759350234080?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5340579759350234080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/frustrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5340579759350234080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5340579759350234080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/frustrations.html' title='frustrations'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4544301542953818532</id><published>2010-12-19T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T03:02:49.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 237px" width="365" height="237"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRNdmkH8zrI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RRNdmkH8zrI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="365" height="237"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When you get caught in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With no where to run&lt;br /&gt;When you're distraught and in pain without anyone&lt;br /&gt;When you keep crying out to be saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody comes and you feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;That you just can't find your way home&lt;br /&gt;You can get there alone&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, what you say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain, I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you keep falling down, don't you dare give in&lt;br /&gt;You will arise safe and sound, so keep pressing on steadfastly&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find what you need to prevail&lt;br /&gt;What you say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain, I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain blows, as shadows grow close&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid, there's nothing you can't face&lt;br /&gt;And should they tell you, you'll never pull through&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate, stand tall and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain, I can stand up once again on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm strong enough to mend&lt;br /&gt;And every time I feel afraid I hold tighter to my faith&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day and I make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;As I live once again&lt;br /&gt;And I live one more day&lt;br /&gt;I can make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can&lt;br /&gt;You gonna make it through the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4544301542953818532?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4544301542953818532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-you-get-caught-in-rain-with-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4544301542953818532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4544301542953818532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-you-get-caught-in-rain-with-no.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6957586817189599185</id><published>2010-12-18T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T02:39:00.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movin' on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TQufr4Bb0jI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ScZexmqgUxc/s1600/41118_1363751462457_1491720889_30810119_8295137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551706541785862706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TQufr4Bb0jI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ScZexmqgUxc/s320/41118_1363751462457_1491720889_30810119_8295137_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Feeling all the fatigue but yet gotta keep pushing on, keep moving. For myself, because no one believed I could cope with so many things at the same time. Just because others have doubts doesn't mean I would just back down. I have my doubts, I don't believe I would be able to make it through one day but, I try my best to make it happen. Each day I succeed, I grow stronger but, somehow much lonelier. Maybe because I'm doing it all alone and I'm the only one in this situation. Nevertheless, everyday all I'm gonna do is keep trying till one day i can't take it any longer. Without track, I probably never would have gain determination at all. In track, no matter how tired we are, we would not just stop but, keep running even if we slow down. Never walk until the end of the run, the most we're reduce to a jog (unless in an emergency). I miss those days where I didn't have to fret about schedules because it is all planned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6957586817189599185?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6957586817189599185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/movin-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6957586817189599185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6957586817189599185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/movin-on.html' title='movin&apos; on'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TQufr4Bb0jI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ScZexmqgUxc/s72-c/41118_1363751462457_1491720889_30810119_8295137_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-9018632695343327078</id><published>2010-12-14T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T01:09:22.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MID SEM WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;LIFE. SCREW YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;MID SEM TEST WEEK, I HAVE ONE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ACCOUNTING PAPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PROFICIENCY TEST 1&lt;/span&gt;. I AM DAMN SCARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I HARDLY SHOW IT, BUT I'M FEELING IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I JUST WISH DANCE OR TRACK WAS A SUBJECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-9018632695343327078?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9018632695343327078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/mid-sem-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9018632695343327078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9018632695343327078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/mid-sem-week.html' title='MID SEM WEEK'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-686738678458052033</id><published>2010-12-11T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:37:45.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>The crazy weeks are over, for now that is. Life hasn't been great, but i'm surviving. Busy as usual and i'm tired or this life i'm living. The thing is no one really understands. As much people say "anything you can talk to me" or "i'll be there when you need me", it never happens as far as i'm concern. It's just comforting words to say to you, to somehow make you feel better that "hey i've got your back". Initially, it feels good. But, when i think about it, it doesn't, it's all just false hope. The fact is, when people say that they don't mean it. When you're in trouble, they don't really care cause it doesn't concern them. They don't really want to listen to you either, they simply just don't know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-686738678458052033?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/686738678458052033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/686738678458052033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/686738678458052033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/12/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6184846792507721318</id><published>2010-11-29T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:55:44.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new week,new stress factors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's a monday, not beautiful at all. How i wish it was the holidays where i can just sink into the comforts of my super single bed and not get up. It was a crazy weekend i've got to say. RESEARCH. That is what occupied most of my weekend, other than dance, SIP briefing and watching Megamind that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sidetrack a little, An An taught her recital choreography in class, awesomeeee! but high level of diffculty which i died. SIP breifing was.. well you can picture it like a lecture at 9AM in the morning. Megamind was funny, but i think Kungfu Panda is still the best cartoon movie i've watched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, back to research. Tourism,Culture and Society presentation literally sucked the life out of me. It was difficult to find information, the internet literally has no information on Cultural Tourism, let alone the contribution to economic, social and environmental development. I simply elaborate my way through the presentation since my slides were hardly passable with no visuals and case study. I felt like a screwed up case. Thank goodness it's over. Both my individual presentations that is. But, there are many other deadline and crazy things upcoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tuesday - SSM operations 2nd week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wednesday- BESE test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thursday - Understanding Art, Visual journal entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday - Tourism, Culture &amp;amp; Society test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monday - M.I.C.E test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tuesday - SSM operations 3rd week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday - Tourism, Culture &amp;amp; Society individual assignment due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like just banging my head all the wall and coma for this semester. On top of everything i've listed, don't forget i still have Track and Field training &amp;amp; Dance. So, how am i doing? i am trying to cope with everything right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel so tired thanks to tourism culture, slept at 2 AM?! and woke up at 6AM. I would never want to do that again. I'm rotting in the lab with Tiffany, Li ling and Edeline, i guess i shall go lecture at 5PM, wanted to give it a miss. But, i shaldn't be a bad kid. I'm skipping track training today though. There goes speed endurance training again. SIGH. I wonder when am i free to do speed endurance training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6184846792507721318?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6184846792507721318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-weeknew-stress-factors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6184846792507721318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6184846792507721318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-weeknew-stress-factors.html' title='A new week,new stress factors'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6444529678016901491</id><published>2010-11-26T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:06:05.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF, not really</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's finally a Friday, the day that everyone is waiting for, but apparently not me. As much as i want to enjoy my weekends and be free like a bird. I have school work and it's urgent. Tourism Culture presentation on Monday and i only have two days to do it. Good luck to me and the other 3 presenters. It's Saturday tomorrow and i have like a 9AM SIP briefing in school, what a start to my Saturday. I miss the times where i could just slack my Saturdays away in town. I'll be in school like almost whole day since i have dance at 330PM. Oh well, hope it's well spent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just finished M.I.C.E presentation, thank God it went well, nervous but i survived. I didn't know i was talking to fast. I guess i got to slow the pace down on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next week is crazy, there's BESE test and Tourism Culture. Need to mug like crazy. Rahh! Actually, i won't mug, i'm seriously not a mugger. FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, i'm happy all this test and presentations are after O school Recital, at least i have lesser things to worry about. I miss O school Recital a lot, like A LOT. It was simply too awesome(: I shall do a special ZOMBIE post soon for all my fellow zombie mates and recital people. I've been busy, now it's my free time before training, that's why i get to blog. But, I promise i'll blog that special post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;As much as i hate this semester, i guess it's a good experience and it's going to test my determination to the maximum. With dance, track and studies. It's gonna be crazy. There's like SSM this module, with a whole lot of difficult subject.  Intensive training for Pol-ite and Juste Debout in January. I'm going to die or what. People say "just keep hanging on" But, let me ask, "hang on to what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6444529678016901491?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6444529678016901491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/tgif-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6444529678016901491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6444529678016901491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/tgif-not-really.html' title='TGIF, not really'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5447522559610305507</id><published>2010-11-17T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:50:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up</title><content type='html'>how do i cope with everything? I really do not know, i just give it my all and try.I don't know the ending because i never thought about how it would benefit me. All i think about is now, this is all i want and i'm doing it. Everyday i ask myself the same questions even though i've answered them before. I don't know why, but it's the only stuff on my mind. Dance, Track, Studies.I feel like i'm going crazy, friends are the only things keeping me sane.A lot of times i feel like crying, not because i'm sad or anything. I simply can't find the reason to cry at all. I'm so tired of my very own life, the very one that i chose for it to be, i guess i was overly ambitious of what i can do with it. I guess i thought i was superwoman. I'm human, and there's always a limit to strength, no matter how strong my passion is, there's gonna be a day when my body can't keep up with it. I don't know what to do because i hate making choices. To give up one thing, it'll feel like half of me is gone. For now, all i can do is keep going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is killing me, Sugarloaf operations start next week!&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand all the subjects i'm taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recital is this weekend, Can't wait. It's probably the only thing i look forward to right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track is becoming more intensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5447522559610305507?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5447522559610305507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/messed-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5447522559610305507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5447522559610305507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/messed-up.html' title='messed up'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1586613636315272282</id><published>2010-11-14T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:32:31.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same old routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539086491425167826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TN7J0Q2P2dI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hvrY0FGvZQg/s320/clique.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been awhile since i blog&lt;br /&gt;things are back to the same as before&lt;br /&gt;track, dance and study&lt;br /&gt;boring i know&lt;br /&gt;it's tough, but all i've got is two choices&lt;br /&gt;it's either all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;it's who i am i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda this semester's subject. I miss Sentosa a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, when will it go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1586613636315272282?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1586613636315272282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/same-old-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1586613636315272282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1586613636315272282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/11/same-old-routine.html' title='same old routine'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TN7J0Q2P2dI/AAAAAAAAAiw/hvrY0FGvZQg/s72-c/clique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4887519034410960907</id><published>2010-10-24T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:53:00.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>been away long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's been awhile since i updated. The whole holiday has been nothing but craziness, being tired and pack schedules. I survived it, and i'm still surviving. I don't know how but i'm trying. So got a few areas i guess i'll touch on to let everyone know what i've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Community based project&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa7PiV8qI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NsBDVQemtzg/s1600/IMG_2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646216147169954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa7PiV8qI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NsBDVQemtzg/s320/IMG_2345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This year it's my batch of TPDE to choreograph for the batch below. I'm in the popping item together with Diana. From 6 to 5 people and busy plans for me and Diana, i'm glad we manage to pull it off. The performance was just over on Wednesday(20th October), and even though it wasn't perfect, it was still a good show. I'm really happy that everyone made a major improvement! It was tough rushing from place to place but, i'm glad i didn't miss the experience. It was truely eye opening and enlightening. Thank you Aloy, Desmond, Huimin, Jaylene, Alvin and Diana for the great 'POPPING' experience!(: keep dancing; people very much! next up GEMS 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Australia: Sydney&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa8fUiMVI/AAAAAAAAAik/8b0DUODuuBE/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646237564088658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa8fUiMVI/AAAAAAAAAik/8b0DUODuuBE/s320/DSC_0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa71_lBGI/AAAAAAAAAic/Mh_HTfDuNvI/s1600/IMG_2195.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646226470339682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa71_lBGI/AAAAAAAAAic/Mh_HTfDuNvI/s320/IMG_2195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa7sykjtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/unlhlSApW6w/s1600/IMG_2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646223999864530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa7sykjtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/unlhlSApW6w/s320/IMG_2194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa7YZWz9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Js23_yvlQic/s1600/DSC_0084+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531646218525396946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa7YZWz9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Js23_yvlQic/s320/DSC_0084+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years since i left Singapore and travelled. Finally got the chance to get out and see something, i wouldn't miss it for the world. Initially, suppose to go to gold coast but the couldn't get tickets, so changed to Sydney. I'm really happy that MX and her family asked me along. Really grateful and thankful for the trip and the great experience! Wouldn't have want it any other way. Although we didn't play as much like in theme parks, but we did get to see loads of stuff. Luckily the weather was good when we got there! Cooling and nice!&lt;br /&gt;The best thing as that our hotel was so near the city, it's like a 15 minutes walk away from Market Street(their orchard road) Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate with Marshmallows and breakfast over their are DA' BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride was like pretty good too, Qantas ain't that bad!&lt;br /&gt;I manage to watch all the movies i missed out like Eclipse, Grown Ups, Toy Story 3 and The A-Team. Almost watch Hot Tub Time Machine but i was way too tired on the 7 hours flight back. So a short break down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;: we took a 4 hours flight to Perth for a transfer to the domestic flight at around 2AM we were at Perth. The domestic flight was around 5+AM so went we got to Sydney it was the early afternoon. We did nothing but rest in the hotel and walk around Market Street. I was so tired i slept at 8PM but woke up at 11PM and couldn't sleep the next 3 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;: It was Blue Mountain Day! Had a Blue Mountain tour guide Jim, who picked us a 8AM and called us the 'Singapore 4'. Anyway it's about 2 hours plus drive out of Sydney and same amount of time back. So the whole day was spent at different par of Blue Mountain. The view was amazing, but i'm lazy to pos all the photos up here. shall upload on facebook soon. I never seen any view like that in my life and i'm so glad we got to seethe famous Three Sisters and had two 1 hour mountain hikes. The second one was tiring, thought i was gonna die. but it was a good experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;: We went Darling Harbour.We visited the aquarium and wildlife thing, the animals there are simply awesome! We even got to see the Habour Bridge and the famous Sydney Opera House, it was the day we walked a lot! At night, MX's cousing brought us to an awesome pancake place! wooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;: Went to Bondi Beach, their beach, sea and sand was great! non stick sand and fresh air with strong winds and good waves! love it! walked around Bondi Junction for a little shopping almost bought a pair of shoes! but no size! gosh, wanted to import but can't find any website that imports it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;: It was pure shopping day at Market Street! bought a lot of stuff! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 6&lt;/strong&gt;: Had a little time to shop before heading to the airport for a 7 hours Qantas double deck flight back to Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Track&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been trying to juggle dance and training a lot, thank goodness i manage to squeeze in training. If not i'm so dead. IVP day 1 was today! 100m individual i didn't do good at all, much worst than training 14.06. but i wasn't sad or anything, just felt i couldn't have done better. Something weird happened at my starts so i don't know. It's okay! at least i finished the race, the weather was cold so i kept cooling down with my naturally tight muscles. Relay was pretty good i guess, but when i finish i think i 'busted' my knee somehow, and it hurts really bad now. Hope i do better next week! overall, it was an okay day! i'm not competitive for track anymore, never was perhaps, but i do try my best. Things change over 2 years ya know.Track to me it's not the most important, but i cannot say i don't love running anymore.Cause i know deep down i still do, i just don't have the competition feel that's all. Win or lose to me it's a small matter. I just want to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i didn't neglect dance totally. In O school recital and i didn't regret one bit. So thankful that i'm in popping cause it's really crazy and fun this year! got to work extra hard but i don't mind, it's all for the show right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see i don't have much time for a proper social life, i feel sad at times. But the thing that keep me going are the people and they don't stop me because these two things are what i love most. It's my passion and i'm doing what i can to keep it alive. Maybe i should be concentrating on my GPA more, but i'm not neglecting studies either just taking extra effort for the things i want from my life. Toodles update soon! it's a really long update!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, School starts tomorrow and my timetable sucks! really bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4887519034410960907?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4887519034410960907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/been-away-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4887519034410960907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4887519034410960907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/10/been-away-long-time.html' title='been away long time'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TMRa7PiV8qI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NsBDVQemtzg/s72-c/IMG_2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4324696842363973702</id><published>2010-09-25T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:09:33.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TJ4owDrWhiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zF8mhiRwts4/s1600/behome.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520894999288776226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TJ4owDrWhiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zF8mhiRwts4/s320/behome.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I wish i could runaway for awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I need to clear my head sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Divya(:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything over the years.Glad to have you in my life, hope you enjoyed yourself today! Sorry if i'm kinda quiet, no idea why. See ya soon, love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think over the years, when i closed myself in. I think i'll never learn how to love again. It's difficult to express how i feel verbally because i'm afraid, but not sure what i'm afraid of. Even to my own family, i find it weird to have any conversation related to feelings. I guess i drifted away on my own. Don't know why, but i just did. If i'm ever cold to anyone, i'm sorry but i can't help it sometimes.The thing is, i think i'm drifting further away from everyone, i seem to draw a circle around myself. The only way i feel connected is when i think about the best memories i had, that constantly remind me of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4324696842363973702?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4324696842363973702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wish-i-could-runaway-for-awhile-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4324696842363973702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4324696842363973702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wish-i-could-runaway-for-awhile-i.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TJ4owDrWhiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/zF8mhiRwts4/s72-c/behome.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1660536664027640612</id><published>2010-09-23T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:20:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TJtumL_2bBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/X5cfGIZeG6A/s1600/hopee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520127370607356946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TJtumL_2bBI/AAAAAAAAAh0/X5cfGIZeG6A/s320/hopee.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i heard that hope replenishes the heart&lt;br /&gt;it keeps the spirit and soul alive&lt;br /&gt;i hope it does for mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in 2 CCAs, everyday my life is only track, dance or study. Sometimes i sacrifice all 3 things to hang out with my friends. I listen to my heart and my brain, to do what i think and know that is right. Sometimes, people just don't understand that and try to make things as if it was wrong to skip dance or track. Think about it from my position, it's between something you like doing and can always do it other time; and friends who play the biggest part of my life, without them i would never be where i am right now. Sometimes, choosing dance/track over friends make me feel guilty because they're always there for me and i never seem to be there for them. I know i always try and make time for the things i like and for friends. But if my friends can understand me and encourage me to do the things i like, why can't dance/track do the same when i need time with my friends. Commitment, they say. I do commit, and i am serious when it's trainings, i don't play around and treat it like a joke, at least i respect the training. But, i have my own life, my daily life is not for others to plan. I do take responsibility for things i'm suppose to attend and go for, i try my best to accomodate to everyone's timings, trainings and plans, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when things CLASH, what am i suppose to do huh? tell me. what can i do?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i just brought it on myself, 2 CCAs. Maybe i'm mad. But, i never hated any trainings, i just hate it when things clash. I don't know if i would let go of one, i don't know what should i do. I don't know how to make things better. I know part of me, are just doing both things, to hold on to some things i don't wish to lose. I think i've changed, a lot. From who i used to be and now, i don't know if it's good or bad.i just hope everyday would be a better day than the day before.Really, because i really don't know where to go from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm really tired with everything right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1660536664027640612?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1660536664027640612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-heard-that-hope-replenishes-heart-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4562722440082119041</id><published>2010-09-20T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T01:06:39.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;BBQ on Sunday was alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sadly, didn't go Poppin J workshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont know if i made the right choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;but it's okay=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Today's training was pure relay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The timing was pretty fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;My hamstring almost died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;but i survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hope it's alright soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow commbase 9AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;but excited somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;blog soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4562722440082119041?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4562722440082119041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/bbq-on-sunday-was-alright-sadly-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4562722440082119041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4562722440082119041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;but the overview goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;1)End of exams, start of holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;2) House course 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;3) Popping Recitail Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;4) Track trainings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;5) TPDE outing but somewhat failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;6) Lockdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;7) Random Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;8) Flying to Australia soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Got training at 830AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;toodles people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8487822789855342958?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8487822789855342958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8487822789855342958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8487822789855342958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-9152425742128717347</id><published>2010-09-10T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:20:33.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TIpRtRVc4lI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ot_JObTpRgQ/s1600/hope.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515310531857932882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TIpRtRVc4lI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ot_JObTpRgQ/s320/hope.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess this is what i think about everyday,&lt;br /&gt;but i can never seem to find the reason why i held on so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost 18 years of my life, crude words and the most horrible words a person can ever say about something is thrown at me, in my face everyday i'm living. I try to not think about it, but i guess i don't have to think about it because i already know the words so clearly. Maybe i am already traumatize on the inside, just that i don't show it. When i think about it, i simply go crazy like literally. All i would do to stop it is lie on my bed, hold my head and just cry. It's a sight of me i hate to see. Questioning myself,'am i really that stupid, that dumb, that useless, and i don't even deserve to live?" well, at the back of my head i probably just say "yes". But, my heart just won't back down without a fight. My heart would just tell me to keep going and keep fighting because i'm here for a reason. I'm sick and tired of this world of mine. Some people say it's difficult to act like everything is fine, when the fact that it's not, but i beg to differ. It's simple because as long you don't use your face to show emotions and use ur heart, people won't notice anything because your face would just be neutral. I guess that is how i got by a long time. When everything isn't fine, it's a thunderstorm, i just keep everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i guess everything being said to me the past 18 years was something that i think i finally believe and the answer is really a 'yes'. In the car, i can stare at a family four, but it is actually a family of three because i can't seem to fit in perfectly anymore; maybe cause of what i have become. Somehow, i imagined a family potrait, with me gettng erased from the photo, but everything would still be fine and okay. At that moment, my heart really hurt and i almost gave my feelings away when i teared, but i held on. The thing is, i hate crying and worst, crying infront of others. The only place i dare to cry, is behind close doors - in my room. I really want to blame the person who are throwing all the words at me, but i can't because he's my family. Maybe he don't see me as a family, but i'm not gonna make myself totally heartless yet. With every blogpost i'm typing recently, i'm tearing. screw my life really. People envy me because of my freedom, the fact is they don't know anything about me. They don't know why i do have this kind of freedom. The fact is i envy everyone else, i can sit with my friends' family and just feel how lucky they are. Every small little detail,just spells happiness. I wish i could say the same for myself. I realise, the best time i ever had was staying in the hostel because i never had to worry about everything else, let alone face them since i was always in school. It was really home to me, everyone was like my family because they really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i hold on so long in the first place? Simply because i don't want to show that i'm weak, i refuse to just give up. As much as i don't know how long i would last, at least i'm trying. The best thing about track is that it trained us to have strong mindset because even if we're so tired we can't stop running and start walking. It's a race we have to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-9152425742128717347?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9152425742128717347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-guess-this-is-what-i-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9152425742128717347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9152425742128717347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-guess-this-is-what-i-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TIpRtRVc4lI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ot_JObTpRgQ/s72-c/hope.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7740520125634430294</id><published>2010-09-09T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T02:35:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TIfMAxz22XI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zdAfJFdvXJ4/s1600/ipod.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514600582481369458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TIfMAxz22XI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zdAfJFdvXJ4/s320/ipod.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it's protecting me&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the only thing that has been there for me&lt;br /&gt;it's the one depicting my feelings and showing me by making me listen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3 down 1 to go.Screwed the first 2, and felt good for the one that i didn't bother to study properly. Ironic, i know. The 2 papers i studied my ass off was the one that i had problems thinking during the exam. Information overload. It's just stupid of me to make myself panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After resort ops paper, went home to get dance stuff, with MX accompanying me. Then followed her all the way to the airport to sent her parents of to China. I guess when i look at my own family, i never felt as happy as looking at others. It's been awhile since we all laughed with each other. I guess we have nothing left to say nowadays. Maybe that's when i started walking into my box. I find it difficult to express myself verbally because i'm so used to having everything up in my head and in my heart. I guess it's kinda more comfortable but, sometimes it feels like you're just alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had recital training, learnt Ben's choreo today. I think it's pretty awesome and i think popping item is gonna be crazy this year. Well, it always has been. I think i deproved a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i belong, track or dance. As much as i'm convinced i'm in both, but sometimes i can't help feeling the left out feeling wherever i go. Not only track and dance, i guess generally it applies everywhere. I don't know where i'm heading and i don't know if i'll get totally outcast or something; i guess i chose this route and life goes on. Actually i know it's normal because i'm always going to have to choose one over the other. Just that i can't help but feeling like this. When i'm in my worst possible mood, i have no one to talk to because no particular person would actually come to my mind. Maybe because no one actually is there for me, i mean i got the best people i could every meet in the whole world, but i guess i won't ring them up because not all of them are listeners. I mean some people are, but well, seldom and they would only found after the situation is blown off. The only place i would runaway to is here. Pathetic? i know. I just like the fact i can type anything, even if people are looking(which hardly anyone reads my blog) i seriously don't give a damn about your thoughts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo? you think so? i don't give a damn, call it whatever you want&lt;br /&gt;Life just goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7740520125634430294?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7740520125634430294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/maybe-its-protecting-me-maybe-its-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7740520125634430294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7740520125634430294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/maybe-its-protecting-me-maybe-its-only.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TIfMAxz22XI/AAAAAAAAAhc/zdAfJFdvXJ4/s72-c/ipod.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1290985685316552475</id><published>2010-09-05T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:04:52.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words and more words</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day when everything i've been learning is put to the test. Been studying a lot, whether it is productive.. well that's another thing. Anyway i do hope i retain everything i've been reading. The problem is, i wouldn't know if i remember what i studied until i see the exam paper. So that really is a pain, since it all comes down to the point is either i know or i don't. I do hope everything goes well, and that i would score like alright.No supplementary paper please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, putting that aside. Today Sam is flying to USA or he flew already? Not sure what time is his flight. Won't be seeing him in a few years since he's going there to study. I guess i would miss seeing him pop even though i don't really talk to him much, he's pretty nice! Sam probably won't read this, but i'll just type anyway. Sorry can't send you off, got to study for exams D:&lt;br /&gt;All the best over there and keep popping! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to everyone taking exams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1290985685316552475?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1290985685316552475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-and-more-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1290985685316552475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1290985685316552475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-and-more-words.html' title='words and more words'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1728911002907841928</id><published>2010-08-30T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T02:15:43.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When walls are blocking</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ4uyL2Dx10?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ4uyL2Dx10?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;i guess there's a lot on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;and i don't know how to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;somehow i feel like i'm going crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;can hardly think straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;and i have zero confidence in passing any of my papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I'm worrying about so many things at one go and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;so many things in one small little brain of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;1) Examinations -  i seriously would want to ace them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;2) Track - competition is coming and i just skipped 1 week of training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;3) Dance - I would really want to commit for it and recital is well on it's way. However i'm not confident with my abilities and skill levels at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;4) Family - Every moment i'm living in the house, i feel a wall building up inside. Each day i feel that i have lesser things to say and words are just fading away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;So afraid it'll one day just fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;5) Money - "Money makes the world go round" i don't believe it. but somehow it is an important factor. Is money really everything? does it really decide which path we take and how our lives are gonna be? what our future job is? It's such a waste of talents, when all those talented people are the people who are poor. I don't know how everything is gonna work out in the future. I don't know if i would be able to afford to go to a university. I do hope a miracle would appear for those in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Sometimes you can feel so lonely inside, but yet be so busy out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;This feeling really just makes your heart ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;But it doesn't kill you, so just hope it makes you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I don't fear loneliness, because maybe i'm getting used to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I don't know if i would be lonely the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I don't know if i would every find someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;but life goes on, i just gotta live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The only thing i fear and hate is people not listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I can talk and sometimes people around just don't hear me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;I don't know why, but it makes me feel scared everytime it happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;So afraid that no one can hear me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;When i'm screaming and shouting my lungs out and no one hears me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;It feels like i don't exist at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;When can someone finally see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1728911002907841928?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1728911002907841928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-walls-are-blocking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1728911002907841928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1728911002907841928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-walls-are-blocking.html' title='When walls are blocking'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2243135074625795400</id><published>2010-08-29T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T01:21:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>up up and away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbfyQ1UgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1IC3lErmTIU/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888064411849218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbfyQ1UgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1IC3lErmTIU/s320/IMG_1377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbiQTPimI/AAAAAAAAAhM/maLza7kUzF4/s1600/SHO.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888106834758242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbiQTPimI/AAAAAAAAAhM/maLza7kUzF4/s320/SHO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Sho Matsubara; i'm a Japan fan. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOG ended last week&lt;br /&gt;as much as i think Singapore is trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;and well the spirit of sports somehow isn't entirely seen.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess YOG wasn't so bad afterall&lt;br /&gt;really admire all the young sporting talents all over the world&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazing what they can do and i hope people see that&lt;br /&gt;this includes local athletes&lt;br /&gt;even though Singapore didn't get much medal, everyone did a great job(:&lt;br /&gt;it's something new and Singapore isn't there for sports yet&lt;br /&gt;probably we'll get there someday, just not yet&lt;br /&gt;yes, the international athletes are hot, i know&lt;br /&gt;but this isn't the reason why they're here&lt;br /&gt;so get over it.&lt;br /&gt;i hope this kinda thing comes to Singapore again&lt;br /&gt;and we get to see world-class athletes once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbgerpBlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-V9BWDhYc2s/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888076335449682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbgerpBlI/AAAAAAAAAg0/-V9BWDhYc2s/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; 1k05!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbg4h2UmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/g3b3WDX67jQ/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888083273699938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbg4h2UmI/AAAAAAAAAg8/g3b3WDX67jQ/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Frolicks the way i like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night has TAS Appreciation Night&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't Great, but it wasn't bad either&lt;br /&gt;eating, performances and dance off in my case&lt;br /&gt;got sabotage to dance off&lt;br /&gt;shorts and barefooted (after taking off my slippers)&lt;br /&gt;this isn't the ideal condition to dance in&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless i survived, and tried to run away&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, went to the cathay for Frolicks!&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to play pool but too expensive; $11/hr&lt;br /&gt;wanted to kbox; $27 or $37/ hr - INSANE&lt;br /&gt;end up the rest watched movie while i take my bus home&lt;br /&gt;Saw a cute guy in NUM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbhydlk-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/UgTigZdZkJY/s1600/IMG_1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510888098825081826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbhydlk-I/AAAAAAAAAhE/UgTigZdZkJY/s320/IMG_1599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Mac and Cheese, Bake Rice and my Quater Chicken(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i watched Berlin 36 with Chloe&lt;br /&gt;it's a pretty awesome movie&lt;br /&gt;i really liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Documentary style&lt;br /&gt;and the movie didn't fall below my expectations at all&lt;br /&gt;Really learnt the truth behind the story&lt;br /&gt;really how much we can learn from history&lt;br /&gt;The racism and discrimination against the Jews&lt;br /&gt;were seriously overboard&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how can one person's idealogy get so extreme,&lt;br /&gt;that it can brainwash almost everyone's mind in the country&lt;br /&gt;learnt about courage, determination and friendship&lt;br /&gt;Had Kenny Rogers after that , at Suntec&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish people could listen and hear me&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2243135074625795400?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2243135074625795400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/up-up-and-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2243135074625795400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2243135074625795400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/up-up-and-away.html' title='up up and away'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/THqbfyQ1UgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1IC3lErmTIU/s72-c/IMG_1377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6224307416972145257</id><published>2010-08-17T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:43:58.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TGqrWCEGhSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/3y4G4xkS12U/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506401889413399842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TGqrWCEGhSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/3y4G4xkS12U/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 hours without sleep&lt;br /&gt;only slept two hours in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;Barely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet at Costa Sand Pasir Ris&lt;br /&gt;didn't sleep&lt;br /&gt;played mahjong and talk crap all the way the time i'm suppose to leave&lt;br /&gt;which is 7AM&lt;br /&gt;The sky was amazing when i walking out&lt;br /&gt;the photo is above(:&lt;br /&gt;toko 354 and then the mrt to Bishan to meet D and MX&lt;br /&gt;apparently both late and i was half dead at MacD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bishan Stadium after all the waiting&lt;br /&gt;great to see the juniors and all the other people.&lt;br /&gt;miss them a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Athletes were amazing&lt;br /&gt;at their age they're doing timings surpassing everyone a few years older&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy but good.&lt;br /&gt;Good job to Team Singapore and Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;same goes to all other countries.&lt;br /&gt;The thing i was really amaze by was all their techniques&lt;br /&gt;it's really too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other sports were good too&lt;br /&gt;i watched it on TV though&lt;br /&gt;not live.&lt;br /&gt;I really like gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;i think they're crazy.&lt;br /&gt;seriously dope.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming is like similar to track&lt;br /&gt;so it's good to watch too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i'm not enthusiastic about the whole YOG&lt;br /&gt;tht's why i decided not to volunteer for it.&lt;br /&gt;I think i made th right choice anyway&lt;br /&gt;because volunteering means i would miss out all the action&lt;br /&gt;i prefer being a spectator&lt;br /&gt;so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;The good part about YOG to me is just that&lt;br /&gt;finally we get to watch sports and this kinda level&lt;br /&gt;With many international people.&lt;br /&gt;Since i do not have a sports channel&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. and of course all the interaction and learning&lt;br /&gt;If i was volunteering, i probably be working my arse off.&lt;br /&gt;So Thank God i made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only annoying part is that the some people&lt;br /&gt;volunteerto see 'hot' people&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;don't know anything about sports then why the hell are you there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6224307416972145257?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6224307416972145257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-95952451922782977</id><published>2010-08-15T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T23:52:16.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched PCK the movie today&lt;br /&gt;it was funny&lt;br /&gt;everyone should watch the movie&lt;br /&gt;it's wayyy better than Avatar: The Last Airbender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for nephew's birthday&lt;br /&gt;a newborn.&lt;br /&gt;hope you grow up and be a good man(:&lt;br /&gt;watched YOG on TV&lt;br /&gt;and Singapore is going no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;tomorrow is gonna be pretty crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-95952451922782977?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/95952451922782977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/watched-pck-movie-today-it-was-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/95952451922782977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/95952451922782977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/watched-pck-movie-today-it-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1319048593508232653</id><published>2010-08-12T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:24:35.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TGQB51DubxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tOrqWxEVCnI/s1600/tumblr_l6h6ikwdDp1qakdzao1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504526737560465170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TGQB51DubxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tOrqWxEVCnI/s320/tumblr_l6h6ikwdDp1qakdzao1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, we probably would never get what we want.but we always have to make things work somehow. So we just got to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the best chalet i could ask for, but i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;XBOX!! DEAD OR ALIVE!!&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was scary, but there were people to keep that thought away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender wasn't the best movie, it wasn't awesome at all. but it entertained me for a few hours and helped kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wish that some moments could be stop, rewind or replay. If only i held on to you and not push you away. Wonder how things would have went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1319048593508232653?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1319048593508232653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-life-we-probably-would-never-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1319048593508232653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1319048593508232653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-life-we-probably-would-never-get.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TGQB51DubxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tOrqWxEVCnI/s72-c/tumblr_l6h6ikwdDp1qakdzao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7442789565711712029</id><published>2010-08-07T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:52:51.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day at TAS</title><content type='html'>i'm so SHAG&lt;br /&gt;but i bother to blog&lt;br /&gt;probably because it's a day i should remember&lt;br /&gt;it's the last day at TAS&lt;br /&gt;Tourism Academy Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;I remember i hated it from the first day&lt;br /&gt;but it took me awhile to realise that it wasn't that bad&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like it after awhile&lt;br /&gt;only when it was the last week of school,&lt;br /&gt;then i realise i'm gonna miss the pretty views and&lt;br /&gt;the comfy chairs in lectures.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Edmund!&lt;br /&gt;Our class sucks, never celebrate for you!&lt;br /&gt;but anyway it was a nice lunch with you, Tim and Ling Na!&lt;br /&gt;Hope we get a chance to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the two tiring tutorials and Intro Lei &amp;amp; Rec revision lecture&lt;br /&gt;took some photos and went to Siloso beach to find 1K05&lt;br /&gt;i swear it was hell walking from beach station to the other end.&lt;br /&gt;Long..&lt;br /&gt;had fun playing.&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact that i bang into a flower pot while trying to catch a frisbee&lt;br /&gt;now my leg has a bruise and swelled up part. on the shin! -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, afterhat went chomp chomp!&lt;br /&gt;my first time! and the food was AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Lester's house&lt;br /&gt;his house is so pretty and comfy!&lt;br /&gt;His dog, Yellow is so fluffy i'm gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;played monopoly deal and went home soon after!&lt;br /&gt;got home around 1250AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday YY/ Bro!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7442789565711712029?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7442789565711712029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-day-at-tas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7442789565711712029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7442789565711712029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/last-day-at-tas.html' title='Last day at TAS'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2012639860218431215</id><published>2010-08-03T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:26:14.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen</title><content type='html'>12-2PM Intro to Leisure and Recreation&lt;br /&gt;that's all for school.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i got a B for coursework grade&lt;br /&gt;i barely made it, thanks to the test which i just pass.&lt;br /&gt;but in actual fact i was suppose to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went Sexy Diamond to kill time&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ben/ Wei Keat for th Avatar series!:D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Elke for showing me cool videos!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for helping me kill time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House course!&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome of course&lt;br /&gt;but tiring! i could hardly breathe today!&lt;br /&gt;recap all the techniques plus new ones&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Daniel for yet another awesome clas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to eat with Marcus and Jinwen&lt;br /&gt;but Jinwen didn't really eat lol&lt;br /&gt;so after that i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spammed the TAS printer for notes. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall i do tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2012639860218431215?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2012639860218431215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2012639860218431215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2012639860218431215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/listen.html' title='listen'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6161333805442329627</id><published>2010-08-02T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:10:42.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>despicable me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TFbpMUJXqdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QJoyhCep9n4/s1600/despicable_me_movie_poster_02-550x874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500840392655350226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TFbpMUJXqdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QJoyhCep9n4/s320/despicable_me_movie_poster_02-550x874.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;got this from google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Monday, so it's Accounting Day&lt;br /&gt;Accounting revision lecture&lt;br /&gt;which i slept through most of it.&lt;br /&gt;Then had Subway with Fiona and Reynold&lt;br /&gt;back to school for Accounting Tutorial&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;The bad news was only my accounting test 2&lt;br /&gt;23/40. HAH&lt;br /&gt;lucky i pass. phew&lt;br /&gt;Need to study harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that met Chloe for movie&lt;br /&gt;watched Despicable Me!&lt;br /&gt;sorry i know, a bit slow.&lt;br /&gt;been busy with projects&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i still get to watch right.&lt;br /&gt;it's a very good move, ultra funny&lt;br /&gt;i love edith! haha! she's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6161333805442329627?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6161333805442329627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/got-this-from-google-its-monday-so-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6161333805442329627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6161333805442329627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/08/got-this-from-google-its-monday-so-its.html' title='despicable me'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TFbpMUJXqdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/QJoyhCep9n4/s72-c/despicable_me_movie_poster_02-550x874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1385361215476868172</id><published>2010-07-30T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:23:27.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet another update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been two weeks since i updated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been way too busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Projects are over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RWS performance is over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now concentrate on track i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kinda lost the feeling to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope is something i wish i don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because when it goes up, it's hard for it to go back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when it does, all that is felt is pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK my fellow project mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after school plus lecture, went to find 1K05 at Katong Shopping Centre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to celebrate Jack's birthday in advance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first time there, i almost died trying to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got off the wrong bus stop and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i manage to get there! woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then karaoke, first time after what seem like 10 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my singing is horrible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but oh well, everyone had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to eat Laksa after that! yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then went to play pool! (like after what seem like a long time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went home around 1130.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM SHAG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lazy to update much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;more update coming soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stay tune:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1385361215476868172?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1385361215476868172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/yet-another-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1385361215476868172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1385361215476868172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/yet-another-update.html' title='yet another update'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2063755691209309243</id><published>2010-07-18T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:17:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it's time to start</title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you would hear me. i don't know if you would want to hear me. but whatever it is, i do hope you listen. There are many people who believe in you, i don't know if i am, but maybe someday i will be. My grand aunt prayed to you for many years and she have always been doing good things; passing down what she has learnt and spread the word about you. Now she's in the hospital, not sure what is ahead of her, but still she has God in her heart. She prays hoping you would answer and listen. She's ill, all she said she needed was to rest and pray. I really hope you bless her with good health and heal her. I'm not a strong believer like her, but what she tells me, i do listen and trust. That's why i hope you hear me, from the bottom of my heart, i pray. I hope this family would stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2063755691209309243?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2063755691209309243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-its-time-to-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2063755691209309243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2063755691209309243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/maybe-its-time-to-start.html' title='maybe it&apos;s time to start'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4120788096949616187</id><published>2010-07-17T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T16:12:56.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Big Groove 2010!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd2ehRzQI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QQWc_6kzqWg/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916948344032514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd2ehRzQI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QQWc_6kzqWg/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Signed up for master class!, this year managed to sign up early.&lt;br /&gt;So went for Take's house class! it was awesome fun!&lt;br /&gt;Take is so funny, and a really good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, he's dope! woohoo!:D&lt;br /&gt;learnt a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916938338214226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd15PtIVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ze_wrcwyuZ0/s320/IMG_1110.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After Take's class, it's Yokoi's hip hop! back to back&lt;br /&gt;well i died in this class!&lt;br /&gt;it's ultra tiring, i was super duper duper wet!&lt;br /&gt;and i hardly catch my breath during the class, i was panting throughout&lt;br /&gt;Andy couldn't take it and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;after looking at Yokoi during wam up&lt;br /&gt;i immediately concluded: Yokoi is freaking DOPE, crazy, and his groove is out of this universe&lt;br /&gt;when he started teaching the first 8 of the choreo i was like:&lt;br /&gt;G.G&lt;br /&gt;the choreo was freaking fast, not impossible to catch&lt;br /&gt;but really fast and there was a lot of jumping stuff&lt;br /&gt;therefore, hardly able to breathe. lol!&lt;br /&gt;but awesome class, besides learning a lot&lt;br /&gt;i think i manage to level up probably by 1%&lt;br /&gt;haha! i suddenly can catch choreo faster.&lt;br /&gt;love the class!&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks Edison for 'dying' with me for both classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd21vwEeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/UwdETca-d4o/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916954578751970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd21vwEeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/UwdETca-d4o/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;didn't go for popping snow's class the next day&lt;br /&gt;but manage to see some classes&lt;br /&gt;like Yokoi's second class, Hok's class and Hanai's soul class!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! i wish i had the money!&lt;br /&gt;and i signed up for Daniel's house! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Saw the poppers going for popping snow's class!&lt;br /&gt;took photo with them, haven't seen them for so long!&lt;br /&gt;saw krazybonez and popping snow too!:D&lt;br /&gt;nice people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd3YKvBNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/l0rHJcbUApI/s1600/IMG_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494916963818734802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd3YKvBNI/AAAAAAAAAgM/l0rHJcbUApI/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Big Groove concert!! was awesome of course&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed of with the blackcard line, but anyway!&lt;br /&gt;i love all the performances! everyone was dope!&lt;br /&gt;WCO FTW! and i like the indonesia crew cause they really seem to tell a story&lt;br /&gt;almost teared in their performance!&lt;br /&gt;but most memorable thing, is that Boi Boi is back! woooo!&lt;br /&gt;for a few weeks at least!,so happy to see him at TBG concert!&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he's not staying in Singapore permanently anymore!&lt;br /&gt;really miss this little recital mate of mine! take care!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The past week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was rush projects like mad&lt;br /&gt;I'm literally going mad because of AM/FEM project&lt;br /&gt;plus track and dance&lt;br /&gt;i keep feeling guilty because i keep having to skip one&lt;br /&gt;i wish my schedule would just fall into place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a tiring day!&lt;br /&gt;went for tpde training&lt;br /&gt;did self track training with K&lt;br /&gt;eat Sushi Tei! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;and walk around&lt;br /&gt;manage to catch NDP airplanes and tanks!&lt;br /&gt;wooo!&lt;br /&gt;pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4120788096949616187?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4120788096949616187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4120788096949616187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4120788096949616187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TEHd2ehRzQI/AAAAAAAAAf8/QQWc_6kzqWg/s72-c/IMG_1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4386150537125019700</id><published>2010-07-10T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:29:15.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubts</title><content type='html'>Words can lift you up but it can kick you straight into the ground. When words are spoken, whether you like it or not, it's already said. Words make me think, sometimes i hardly know myself anymore. I doubt myself as a person, who am i. I think i don't deserve to live, so what am i doing on earth still breathing? I really don't know. It's difficult to see things you don't wanna see, things you aren't doing right, things you're suppose to care about but never did. I'm doing everything wrong. Everything. I'm a horrible person. I pray at night hoping to make my family's life better, i think it's futile. I want to believe in changes, but i can't see it. Where's the light.Maybe my bro is right, i'm useless. I'm never smart in the family, i'm never good enough, i'm never anywhere. People don't hear me, people don't see me. The only time is when they really need me. When i talk, no one hears a thing i'm saying, and i have to repeat or just pretend i didn't say anything. I believe in being nice to others, because i know what its like to be treated like crap and thrown aside, but i think no one appreciates it. I think no one gives a shit about friendliness now. Now, it's all fame and status, being dope and all. I'm fucking sick and tired of this life i'm living. I'm neither here nor there, i'm just being where i am. It's not that i'm unhappy being where i am, is just that i feel i don't belong anywhere. Track, i seriously have no idea; dance, is like there's a line somewhere; school i'm just someone; home, i'm just a little girl. I just can't fit in anywhere, can i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing is that, i feel much more at peace alone. Being alone, i can find myself, i don't have to listen to comments or anything other than my own heart. I don't even know what i want anymore, how i'm feeling because i can hardly hear my heart crying. I can hardly hear my own thoughts, i can hardly see myself as me anymore. I just want to be myself again. I cry and tear in my room, i don't know the reason why, but all i can feel is pain in my heart and my soul. I feel the main but i don't know why. I hope it would heal, i always pray for this pain to go away cause i feel like shit. But it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably everything i say here doesn't make sense.FML&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time, i really told my mum how i felt was went my dad scolded me and my family was at my grand aunt's place. I cried and told her, how many times i actually felt like just going away. maybe it's once in a blue moon i'll say something like that. cause i like keeping things to myself. i feel most comfortable. But after that 'confession', i felt really bad i think i hurt my mum pretty bad. complicated world. shall stop for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4386150537125019700?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4386150537125019700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/doubts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4386150537125019700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4386150537125019700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/doubts.html' title='doubts'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2704264455626706808</id><published>2010-07-03T23:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T00:22:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9c8CmOl8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/aWDNERVx9Bk/s1600/IMG_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489708657347041218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9c8CmOl8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/aWDNERVx9Bk/s320/IMG_1098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9c7dgQGcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/GIoZXeOYgOY/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489708647389862338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9c7dgQGcI/AAAAAAAAAfM/GIoZXeOYgOY/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates: it's been awhile, seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sunday was Mileage High Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Battles were dope, showcase was dope, everyone was dope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone levelled up, Scary ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway had fun(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;School is crazy: PROJECTS, PROJECTS AND MORE PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KNS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm seriously going mad, it's like i never enjoyed myself for weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;places i only go is school and home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sad life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9gYsllgnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/BO7DuDtvDEc/s1600/retards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489712448189858418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9gYsllgnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/BO7DuDtvDEc/s320/retards.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489712440372572690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9gYPdzMhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/SswewSAHy4c/s320/train.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9gWhWb8iI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YokNz97sx3I/s1600/auds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489712410813788706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9gWhWb8iI/AAAAAAAAAfc/YokNz97sx3I/s320/auds.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday after school went for Audrey's chalet for awhile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had fun meeting everyone, especially the SSP people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's really been awhile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really great to catch up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Today had dance training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tiring and scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;session awhile after eating at design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(i miss TP's food)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;session awhile and town i go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i met a lot of people at town today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay back to projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bye world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's really FML.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2704264455626706808?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2704264455626706808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2704264455626706808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2704264455626706808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/07/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TC9c8CmOl8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/aWDNERVx9Bk/s72-c/IMG_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4081402791161219426</id><published>2010-06-25T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T00:04:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>house class with bobby mileage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TCTLDXeNB7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/As5iEHcoqk0/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486733504744851378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TCTLDXeNB7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/As5iEHcoqk0/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Bobby's house workshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haven't been blogging this week&lt;br /&gt;reason being,&lt;br /&gt;school is INSANE&lt;br /&gt;projects.&lt;br /&gt;i hate you&lt;br /&gt;AM/FEM and Intro L&amp;amp;R&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do!&lt;br /&gt;and deadline is approaching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it rained today&lt;br /&gt;i had to bring the large umbrella out&lt;br /&gt;i was late for class thanks to the rain and the bus.&lt;br /&gt;it's FEM, i got A for my report, which was an absolute surprise&lt;br /&gt;because i thought my report i wrote a lot of crap&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, it worked?!&lt;br /&gt;then had intro L&amp;amp;R lecture&lt;br /&gt;i was dozing off,&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere was way too good for sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, went for Bobby Mileage's House workshop&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was awesome, even though i struggled most of the time&lt;br /&gt;i learnt new stuff and had fun!&lt;br /&gt;there's a lot to house and i just wanna find out more&lt;br /&gt;Although, the warm up was tiring and well house is a tiring dance&lt;br /&gt;requires a lot of endurance&lt;br /&gt;but, i think it's fun, the music is awesome and of course the dance&lt;br /&gt;second time at an official house class i think i did pretty alright!&lt;br /&gt;will keep working hard!&lt;br /&gt;thanks Bobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i remembered:&lt;br /&gt;Loose legs, Train, Farmer, Dolphin dive, i don't know the names of the remaining.&lt;br /&gt;shall find out soon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4081402791161219426?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4081402791161219426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/house-class-with-bobby-mileage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4081402791161219426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4081402791161219426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/house-class-with-bobby-mileage.html' title='house class with bobby mileage'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TCTLDXeNB7I/AAAAAAAAAfE/As5iEHcoqk0/s72-c/IMG_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-585449877143080177</id><published>2010-06-21T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:51:58.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't find my way home anymore</title><content type='html'>Where is home? Where is the place when i feel loved as a kid? What happen to all the love in this small family? I thought everything was getting better day by day. I thought we were getting by just fine. I thought by avoiding this little family would be pieced together again. Maybe all of us were just pretending, maybe everything wasn't fine and it was all a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little quarrel and a few shouts was all it takes to throw reality in my face. It hurts. That's all i can say, i thought it wouldn't matter to me. I thought it wouldn't hurt inside anymore, i thought i was numb to the pain. After what happened, i realise i do care because no matter what happens, we're still a family. Even though it's always about the same thing, cause the pain feels exactly the same, i'm still not numb to it. I really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down my face everyday, every night in my own little room. I've never been like this before. All i feel is pain and everyday i just feel like ripping myself apart to stop it. I can feel my heart breaking,literally, but i don't know how to stop it from hurting. Part of me knows why things are like that, part of me is just trying to not think about it. I'm human too, not a robot. I can't believe in my own room i'm stopping myself from crying and I tell myself "i'm strong" but the fact is, i'm not. I pray every night just to make myself feel that everything is alright, i pray to God everyday saying "i hope everything is okay" when i don't even know if he hears me. When would this stop, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to songs from my childhood, i remember the songs i use to lisen s a lullaby. I remember the memories in my previous house, all the little happy funny moments. I don't remember a sad memory. But now, it's like there isn't a single happy memory in this house of mine. Not a day would everyone be a home, most of the time it's only me. If not, my bro and my mum. This family is incomplete most of the time, well that's okay, but what's worst it that i feel it's falling apart. I can hardly find my way home. Not literally home, i know where my house is of course. But, the feel of belonging to one. Home is suppose to be filled with warmth, happiness and probably where you feel safest. But, home now to me, is somewhere lonely, somewhere empty, somewhere i'm afraid of showing my emotions. This is what home is to me now. and my family i can't even find words to describe what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all these pain, why can't i find a little spark that makes everything better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-585449877143080177?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/585449877143080177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-find-my-way-home-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/585449877143080177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/585449877143080177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cant-find-my-way-home-anymore.html' title='i can&apos;t find my way home anymore'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8363994023428791016</id><published>2010-06-16T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T02:11:47.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A cold day to begin with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was cold all the way till the evening because i was in Starbucks the whole day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It rained, and many places in Singapore flooded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;at this rate, due to global warming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Singapore will be gone in no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Save the Earth people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Projects, projects..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;they're simply driving me mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to think of ideas, elaboration and proper sentences are killing my brain cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wish reports could be in point form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wish reports do not need proper sentencing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i wish there were no such thing GPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are a lot of things in life i wish did not exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but some things are just not within our control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wonder who came up with the phrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Fate is in your own hands"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and "You have to fight for your happiness"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i think it's crap. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing in relation to this is actually within our control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anyway updates from last week and the past few days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Piriyah's/Dipna's party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hip hop training by An An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Prince of Persia: Sands of Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8363994023428791016?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8363994023428791016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8363994023428791016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8363994023428791016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-cool.html' title='Too cool'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6773767124763496757</id><published>2010-06-14T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:28:23.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>illusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone dreams when they sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes you dream, sometimes you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wonder how you know if you're gonna dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes you don't remember them, sometimes you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you don't, it becomes deja vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When you do, it misleads your heart and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I used to love dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now i don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dreams are scaring me nowadays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I dream of people i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or i dream of weird things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I used to feel in a certain way for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i let go, moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One dream, just one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;can turn my life around and make me feel it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's misleading cause it'll never happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i know deep down inside me that it won't happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yet i can't help but imagine if it was real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up feeling it was real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i could feel you, your breath and your presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Only to wake up and realise it was a lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was just a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Please go away soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;drift away feelings, drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't want illusions, i want reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6773767124763496757?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6773767124763496757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/illusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6773767124763496757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6773767124763496757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/illusions.html' title='illusions'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1217517395930189873</id><published>2010-06-13T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T01:21:16.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though it hurts so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart can't seem to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1217517395930189873?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-9044499610680972124</id><published>2010-06-10T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:25:02.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first official house class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprised Piriyah in the morning at SSP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hope you had a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for ya party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to eat Pizza hut with Piriyah, Nor, MX and Dipna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was ultra full. ahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went home and nap. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;almost woke up late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met Gerry and her friends, went to Recognise studios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for house class(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes it was fun, and tiring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well. walked around with Shantelle after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i realise, my oschool black card email didn't get sent out properly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-9044499610680972124?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9044499610680972124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-official-house-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9044499610680972124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9044499610680972124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-official-house-class.html' title='first official house class'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7868803366021865231</id><published>2010-06-09T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:56:16.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had nothing to do today&lt;br /&gt;was home the whole day&lt;br /&gt;watched finish Human Trafficking&lt;br /&gt;and did pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming lazy.&lt;br /&gt;found this thingy on K's blog&lt;br /&gt;so just decided to copy from her&lt;br /&gt;since i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish i had a more unique english name&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't comb my hair after taking a bath at night&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a very indecisive person&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm in two CCAs&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm allergic to dust/ dust mites&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate the smell of smoke&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm pure chinese, not peranakan or mix-.-&lt;br /&gt;8. I like singing to myself&lt;br /&gt;9. I don't dress up nicely most of the time&lt;br /&gt;10. I think a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE THINGS YOU’VE THOUGHT ABOUT RECENTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping for clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. Pixar Exhibition at Science Centre&lt;br /&gt;3. Whether i'm in the right course&lt;br /&gt;4. Dance and track&lt;br /&gt;5. Family/ friends&lt;br /&gt;6. Future boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;7. What have i been as person&lt;br /&gt;8. How should i plan out my day when there is so many clashes&lt;br /&gt;9. The Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT WAYS TO WIN YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love/Like Me for who i am, not appearances&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't smoke or drink&lt;br /&gt;3. Be there for me&lt;br /&gt;4. Share happiness or woes with me&lt;br /&gt;5. Be honest&lt;br /&gt;6. Make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;7. Sincerity&lt;br /&gt;8. Taller than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel and see what's beyong Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2. Spend more time with my family&lt;br /&gt;3. Speak Koean and Japanese&lt;br /&gt;4. Help all the less fortunate and make their lives better&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook/Bake&lt;br /&gt;6. Revamp my entire house&lt;br /&gt;7. Run all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX THINGS TO DO BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yawn&lt;br /&gt;2. Close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. Pray&lt;br /&gt;4. Switch off the lights&lt;br /&gt;5. Fluff my pillow&lt;br /&gt;6. Think about stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FIVE THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY TO FIVE DIFFERENT PEOPLE RIGHT THIS VERY MOMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes i think about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I wish i can do something to change all of these&lt;br /&gt;3. Catch up soon&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't understand why everything is so different&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna go back to the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;FOUR THINGS YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thinking&lt;br /&gt;2. This&lt;br /&gt;3. Breathing&lt;br /&gt;4. Blinking my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU’RE SCARED OF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;2. Paranormal&lt;br /&gt;3. Being Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;2. Meet someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE CONFESSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dream of people i do not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7868803366021865231?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7868803366021865231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-nothing-to-do-today-was-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7868803366021865231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7868803366021865231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-had-nothing-to-do-today-was-home.html' title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3393555798343415061</id><published>2010-06-08T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:48:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>run run</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TA6MS8wW57I/AAAAAAAAAe8/dp-85lYH5V0/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480472053730961330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TA6MS8wW57I/AAAAAAAAAe8/dp-85lYH5V0/s320/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really great meeting you girls(:&lt;br /&gt;love you girls from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;hopefully we won't forget each other&lt;br /&gt;and we'll meet up more often!&lt;br /&gt;we need to catch up ya know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway this week is gonna be crazy and it is&lt;br /&gt;too many birthdays&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go Pixar,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i finally get a free day.&lt;br /&gt;and i definitely don't feel like using it to dance or run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today all i did was went for track training&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tang took over,&lt;br /&gt;never been under him before&lt;br /&gt;but he's a really nice, funny guy&lt;br /&gt;all we did was warm-up, stretching and drills&lt;br /&gt;and i feel as if i can't walk tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;drills was already a killer for us&lt;br /&gt;i never knew lunges could be so tiring&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't know how important it is.&lt;br /&gt;actually i didn't know how important any of the drill&lt;br /&gt;like how it actually plays a part in running&lt;br /&gt;now i do, after today's training that is.&lt;br /&gt;but even though i felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;i kinda liked it!&lt;br /&gt;somehow it was a pretty fun session(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what people say&lt;br /&gt;really gives certain motivation,&lt;br /&gt;after what Mr Tang said about running mechanics&lt;br /&gt;and when he corrects a drills&lt;br /&gt;when i sort of understand;&lt;br /&gt;i somehow got motivated and he ask if i felt 'shiok'&lt;br /&gt;after doing a drills sort of right&lt;br /&gt;apparently it did.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the satisfaction was unexpected&lt;br /&gt;and i guess i can sum up what sports can give me:&lt;br /&gt;relaxation, satisfaction, enjoyment and..&lt;br /&gt;i think there's more, can't think a the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that dance cannot give me those.&lt;br /&gt;i guess just different kind.&lt;br /&gt;i never felt that 'woah' feeling when i dance&lt;br /&gt;like the overwhelming kind&lt;br /&gt;it's just different.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3393555798343415061?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3393555798343415061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3393555798343415061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3393555798343415061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/run-run.html' title='run run'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TA6MS8wW57I/AAAAAAAAAe8/dp-85lYH5V0/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4781247694365196453</id><published>2010-06-08T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:05:36.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7th june: Dipna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8th june: Mariam and Dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just realise i didn't call to wish my dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just realise i didn't get him a present either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what kind of unfilial daughter am i.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what am i afraid of? awkwardness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's been so long since i felt bonded to my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the only times i felt that i even have a family, are the family dinners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and those don't even last for 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other have family, so do i, why does it feel so different?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's empty, dark and never lively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stories i hear from others about what happened at home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't even have a story to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sometimes i pray to God and ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why? why is everything like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remember writing an essay in secondary school, about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are different kinds of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;family love, love between friends, relationship sort of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what i probably yearn he most, is the first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realise i always try to make myself better in a situation, just make myself feel a little better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just notice that i always say i have a lot of freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i wish my parents would have the time to even control me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have a lot of freedom because they simply do not have time to control me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know whatever i'm saying is going way off the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i keep pushing people away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i'm living in a box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where i feel most comfortable,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where all my problems are within this box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no one is allowed to open it except me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm sorry to all those who care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i don't know how to explain my problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because i'm not good with words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything just comes out wrong when i say something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's a lot of times i wish i would just keep quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i just wish everything would be how i was when i was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simple and everything i needed was there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything changed ever since i entered secondary 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wonder is it because i lived in a hostel and when i came back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything just wasn't the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was just 4 years, just 4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after this 4 years i felt like a different person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i thought it was better, cause i felt like i've changed from bad to good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but everything else in my life simply fell apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why. why is everything like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many things but i can't even put them in simple words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3196314861551527519</id><published>2010-06-05T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T02:39:19.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories at its best</title><content type='html'>Looking at the photos i have&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could turn back time and experience everything all over&lt;br /&gt;i know there are moments and memories&lt;br /&gt;but yet it wasn't all captured on film.&lt;br /&gt;i know memories don't live on photos&lt;br /&gt;it lives in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retain the good memories, but don't throw away the bad ones either&lt;br /&gt;the bad memories; is very much hated&lt;br /&gt;however no matter how much you hate it&lt;br /&gt;It is still important, it is part of who you are&lt;br /&gt;bad memories are still memories, they let you reminisce the past&lt;br /&gt;without them, even the good memories doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hope for a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;let the days be happy, and memories you gain would be good.&lt;br /&gt;saw something from the fighting spiders&lt;br /&gt;can't remember the exact words, i know its about hope.&lt;br /&gt;"hope replenishes your soul, so don't lose hope"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those families who give each other unlimited amount of support&lt;br /&gt;i envy the love between them, that fills the air.&lt;br /&gt;even through the television i can feel them.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when would that day come for me.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when will someone give me that unlimited support and love.&lt;br /&gt;Being in the same house, and being related to one another.&lt;br /&gt;yet there is always a barrier that separates all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of the life we lead, is it because of the situation we're in&lt;br /&gt;i don't ask for much, i just ask for a little quality time.&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, i won't lose hope&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep moving all on my own&lt;br /&gt;till the day i find that something i've been looking for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3196314861551527519?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3196314861551527519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/memories-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have a lot of stupid mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but i should be able to pass the paper&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving this behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Bugis with Anita, to find her dress&lt;br /&gt;bought a pair of shoe and some other stuff&lt;br /&gt;stoned for very long, thinking whether i should buy clothes&lt;br /&gt;decided to save money, cause i'm broke&lt;br /&gt;and buy another day.&lt;br /&gt;Walk around Bugis for very long&lt;br /&gt;Saw Yuechao that idiot, very long never dance.&lt;br /&gt;Went to library to read comics.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should go to the library again haha!&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;but i was wasting my time to decide whether to go Super Jam&lt;br /&gt;so i did go in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Jam was fun&lt;br /&gt;I was 'lucky',&lt;br /&gt;my first round i meet Marzipan. haha!&lt;br /&gt;no auditions cause only got 16.&lt;br /&gt;well, i think everyone levelled up,&lt;br /&gt;which is scary!&lt;br /&gt;Kie Loong won! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;but everyone was dope today(:&lt;br /&gt;cyphered after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow project whole day!&lt;br /&gt;go go go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5762543228739124380?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5762543228739124380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-mamma-jammer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5762543228739124380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5762543228739124380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-mamma-jammer.html' title='bad mamma jammer'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6093398066805234555</id><published>2010-06-02T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T00:39:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello accounting, my one and only paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope i'll pass you because i studied you the whole day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6093398066805234555?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6093398066805234555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/accountin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6093398066805234555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6093398066805234555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/06/accountin.html' title='Accounting'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3441020907922610592</id><published>2010-05-31T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:46:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Images</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today went Images of Singapore with group mates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spam photos, i sort of like the exhibits about Singapore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe cause i like history,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i like old ford factory more i think, cause it's on war stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had consultation after that for attractions/ fem project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's going nowhere seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suppose to study, but ended up waiting for people and eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;never study=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only studied at 10PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meeting Anita at 10AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;goodbye world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i finally settled for a blog skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recently, i've been looking at things from a wider point of view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm seeing things i never realise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a whole lot of crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3441020907922610592?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3441020907922610592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/images.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3441020907922610592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3441020907922610592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/images.html' title='Images'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5665537041858315355</id><published>2010-05-31T01:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T02:07:08.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TAKnNsV_KtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TZbLt3c-ngg/s1600/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477123950519462610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TAKnNsV_KtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TZbLt3c-ngg/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TAKnNLiSnjI/AAAAAAAAAes/ouhFeCnEcyo/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477123941712698930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TAKnNLiSnjI/AAAAAAAAAes/ouhFeCnEcyo/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TAKnMrOBJWI/AAAAAAAAAek/cE-JUc8BRjU/s1600/Photo+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477123933037733218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TAKnMrOBJWI/AAAAAAAAAek/cE-JUc8BRjU/s320/Photo+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Loose Joint's workshop was DOPE&lt;br /&gt;Really inspiring and i think i gain a lot of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Loose Joint for the awesome workshop!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Diana and Joycelyn for attending it with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying with Kayla these days.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! but i was basically rushing my Attractions Mgt Project.&lt;br /&gt;It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Down Vol 3 was awesome&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to KS and Brendan for organising it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank to Ben for the comments&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who made it fun!&lt;br /&gt;Surprised i was even in Top 32, because i didn't expect it.&lt;br /&gt;All i wanted was to have fun&lt;br /&gt;and i really did.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Jeremy, Luqman and Andy for the enlightenment!&lt;br /&gt;Good job to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied with Diana and Kayla at K's place today.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome awesome&lt;br /&gt;and Toby looks like a sheep woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Tommy, you survived all my typing and using you today&lt;br /&gt;woohoo &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5665537041858315355?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5665537041858315355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates-friday-loose-joints-workshop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5665537041858315355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5665537041858315355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates-friday-loose-joints-workshop.html' title='crazy days'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/TAKnNsV_KtI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TZbLt3c-ngg/s72-c/IMG_0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7553110089311818039</id><published>2010-05-27T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:53:41.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROM over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally done with the stressful ROM,&lt;br /&gt;test and presentation&lt;br /&gt;now gotta concentrate on Attractions Management&lt;br /&gt;and Accounting Mid Sem Test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop slacking&lt;br /&gt;oh well that's all for my updates(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7553110089311818039?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7553110089311818039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/rom-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7553110089311818039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7553110089311818039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/rom-over.html' title='ROM over'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8857850886563786607</id><published>2010-05-24T23:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:04:35.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monday blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sessioned at today&lt;br /&gt;thanks everyone it was fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, school is like shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i forget&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Melody Leow(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8857850886563786607?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8857850886563786607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-sessioned-at-rp-today-thanks-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8857850886563786607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8857850886563786607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-sessioned-at-rp-today-thanks-everyone.html' title='monday blues'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8045088918790025900</id><published>2010-05-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T02:09:10.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes fairytales are what people simply wish for</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S_gbDBF2KrI/AAAAAAAAAec/PR6BzINr-uw/s1600/The%2520Last%2520Song%2520movie%2520poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474155085715352242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S_gbDBF2KrI/AAAAAAAAAec/PR6BzINr-uw/s320/The%2520Last%2520Song%2520movie%2520poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;projects are practically making me go mad&lt;br /&gt;ROM submission on Monday&lt;br /&gt;ROM presenation Thursday&lt;br /&gt;ROM test Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Attraction Mgt Project Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;This is insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly i still have some time off&lt;br /&gt;Manage to catch The Last Song with Chloe, &lt;br /&gt;the movie was on one of the stories Nicholas Sparks wrote&lt;br /&gt;i really love his books.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the movie was awesome&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop tearing at the last few parts of the movie&lt;br /&gt;i got to say it's totally worth my saturday $9.50.&lt;br /&gt;love it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do project, so Sunday gotta work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to shop,&lt;br /&gt;i saw loads of stuff i wanna buy!&lt;br /&gt;and i did something really stupid, by rejecting an offer&lt;br /&gt;if not i would have bought the shirt i want! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;how dumb of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8045088918790025900?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8045088918790025900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes-fairytales-are-what-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8045088918790025900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8045088918790025900'/><link 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type='html'>haven't been blogging for what seems like 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;a lot of happenings,&lt;br /&gt;don't have time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only most significant i can remember is TPDE orientation camp!&lt;br /&gt;i was HDL for Poseidon with Zheng Yi&lt;br /&gt;i had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Even had my first night walk, which i think it's pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;the people were really good actors!&lt;br /&gt;Freshies in my group were all really nice too!&lt;br /&gt;so yay! everything went well for camp!&lt;br /&gt;i had loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i missed out on pro-am!&lt;br /&gt;heard it's fun, oh well there's always next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project season now!&lt;br /&gt;chionging like mad!&lt;br /&gt;i hardly dance, not feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like when someone mentions something&lt;br /&gt;my mood just falls.&lt;br /&gt;oh well that's all for update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and studying at sentosa still officially suck.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-503609195059125229?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/503609195059125229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-season-quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/503609195059125229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/503609195059125229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-season-quick-update.html' title='project season: quick update'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1863723000663885747</id><published>2010-05-08T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:46:38.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passing through somehow</title><content type='html'>I can finally feel the difficulty of coping between dance and track&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run and go for training.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to session and dance too.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, track and dance like to be on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;how can i choose?&lt;br /&gt;put that aside for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volunteering for YOG was probably a stupid mistake&lt;br /&gt;now i have no idea what to write for the report&lt;br /&gt;the event was quite weird as there weren't that many youths&lt;br /&gt;and i had blisters and leg aches after standing the whole day&lt;br /&gt;the fun part was probably working with other people and&lt;br /&gt;getting to see all the celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for Ben's open today&lt;br /&gt;learn new things of course, yay!&lt;br /&gt;and went to watch NTU Funk Jam Vol 1&lt;br /&gt;all i can say, it was dope shit!&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere was great, so were the people.&lt;br /&gt;and thanks NTU for organising this!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1863723000663885747?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/1863723000663885747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/passing-through-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1863723000663885747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/1863723000663885747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/passing-through-somehow.html' title='passing through somehow'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2320157702250014380</id><published>2010-05-03T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T23:30:44.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i literally died in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hardly able to open my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i bought a cake and mascara for my mum for her birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Mum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;though it's not much and that you may never read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but just wanna say Happy birthday mummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm not very good with words when it comes to talking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't know how to express myself when it comes to feelings more personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes, i look like i don't care about a lot of stuff but i really do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know that you ask a lot of questions to find out how i'm doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or what i've been up to lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know my answers haven't been the most pleasant because i'm used to being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;all on my own, i like keeping things to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you never really complained and i really like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know you try everything you can to give us what you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and time isn't the most important thing at the moment to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maybe because of that i've become this "alone" person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Really appreciate what you've done for the family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;although it was only me and you blowing the cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i see the happiness and joy in your face that i remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i did something and it's really all about the thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i feel content that you're happy i just wish i could have done more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;much more for you to be happier and lead a better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but i'm only me and there is only so much i can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i hope you have an awesome birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2320157702250014380?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2320157702250014380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2320157702250014380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2320157702250014380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-mum.html' title='happy birthday mum'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6580398264180049073</id><published>2010-05-02T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:54:28.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bought my running shoe yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;like finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;all my shoes are like falling apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bought a mizuno one, cause asics is like too expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;plus i get loads of free stuff when i bought the mizuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'm putting everything down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and just letting you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;determined to forget, to not talk to you and hopefully not see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i think God is making a fool out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;of all people, i saw you yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;luckily, you didn't see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i don't even bother trying anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;because it's not worth my time and effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when people just don't appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thanks zy for the encouragement and some wakening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but still i need some time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dreams are always just dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i don't believe in magic and miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;because apparently none of those happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my shoulder still hurts=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6580398264180049073?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6580398264180049073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6580398264180049073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6580398264180049073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/05/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2168115623089551091</id><published>2010-04-30T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:20:20.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's the way it goes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;School 11-1 and 2-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but class ended at 3 plus. woohoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to watch movie with K at The Cathay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iron Man 2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was damn nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we sat first row though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my eyes were literally trying to open wider&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in order to watch the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked around, and i realise how many things i want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and how expensive they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stupid converse cost so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when they are just a canvas shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomorrow need to buy sports shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FML man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2168115623089551091?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-6702976879794122128</id><published>2010-04-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:09:48.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haven't been blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cause i'm lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Second week at TAS, well all i can say is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My classes are like damn boring somewhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i start late end late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;if got training must rush back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Monday and Tuesday i didn't really have anything on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ultra slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wednesday i decided to go back school to session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wasn't really what i expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cause during the holidays it was a much more fun and productive session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now it's sort of getting stressful i don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;weird aura and atmosphere,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but still i was damn high and happy i get to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks guys(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today was a really stupid day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;simply hate my timetable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2-5pm, one tutorial and one Apel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;who on earth arranged the timetable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;after that chiong back to school for track orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;at first thought got trials,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but actually only play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i injured my shoulder=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i don't even know how!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but the coach is like really nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;trainings on tuesday and thursday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hope i don't die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-6702976879794122128?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/6702976879794122128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/shoulders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6702976879794122128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/6702976879794122128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/shoulders.html' title='shoulders'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8844737892690704760</id><published>2010-04-24T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T02:05:27.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happen to sunshine after rain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Haven't been blogging because i've been really tired and i've no idea why. Travelling back and forth between home, sentosa and tp; waking up early in the morning for school; trying to stay alive listening to the long hours of lectures and crappy stuff, i'm still trying to be used to that again. After my 10 hours sleep everyday during the holidays. I'm hardly discipline now, i barely read, i barely study. I don't want my GPA to drop, really. With 2 CCAs right now, it's not much of a help, wonder why on earth i got myself into such a mess. Anyway let me go to the updates, before i start crapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wednesday/Touring RWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was the day that LRM had a compulsory tour around Resort World Sentosa(RWS). Initially, i was dreading it like crazy because it's like 10AM to 3PM sort of thing. Somehow, the tour was pretty awesome. The hotels and facilities are really good, I love Hard Rock hotel. The interior is cool to the max.Also, we got to visit Universal Studios! Surprisingly, i saw Edmund and Jui Hsin there. Both having internship at USS, awesome or what. We watched the funny Madagascar show and sat Shrek 4D woohoo. Other than that was all walking. The only bad thing was the HOT weather, i swear i feel like i was going to get a heatstroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thursday/Probably the most unlucky day anyone can have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went to TP cause got CCA recruitment performance,went early to practise. Everything was alright for practise. When it came to the performance, production crew screwed our music. Our performance became some f*cked up shit. Maybe we could have been more professional about it, but sorry i couldn't help but feeling pissed and well screwed up mood. When i thought my bad luck was over, it wasn't. After dinner with K and D, i thought i could finally go home early. Left school to take a bus much earlier than the rest of the week. I reached Sim Lim bus stop at 9 plus, two buses came like with a 15 minutes interval, both buses are small and filled with people. I couldn't go up the bus cause there was damn a lot of f*cking people squeezing to go up the bus or refuse to put their fat ass in. Being totally annoyed and pissed, i called my dad to pick me. After being at the bus stop for 40 minutes, my dad came. Just before he did, my bus came, it was long and empty. What the crap is SMRT doing?, when it's peak hour you sent a short bus, when it's not a long bus. Are you kidding me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Friday/waiting is horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;School at Sentosa, 2 lectures, i survived. Went back to TP for TPDE meeting and Seniors meeting. Feeling quite screwed about a lot of things, i kept quiet plus i had a sore throat. Just listened to what others have to say. I'm going to stop here before i say anything i don't wanna say, cause this blog is public. Sessioned after, not exactly but somewhat. The SC looks awesome at least, with Hip hop dancers, Funk stylers(includes bboys) and Modern dancers at each corner. Cool or what. Suppose to eat, but everyone left like so late. Well TPDE likes to drag, so i didn't eat and went off. Call dad to pick me up cause my last bus was gone anyway and since i didn't eat anything but bread the whole day, he brought me to this awesome place in Little India near Mustafa to eat Pig Organ soup. It was dope shit. The best Pig Organ soup i have drank. Awesome, reached home at 1AM. I was dead tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today/It's been awhile, but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went to Oschool for Popping Open class today! woohoo had loads of fun! The studio is awesome of course, and so is Ben. Sadly, the class is quiet, lucky there is Elke inside to sort of laugh with me. We felt like worms/fishes today, cause of tidal wave! Needless to say, the choreo is fun to the max. I learnt something new, which is the tidal wave and that you can do a lot of things at different height. Training how to hit cleaner. I realise my right hand pop is really shitty, and i am a right hander. what the crap. During hitting warm up my right hand died so much earlier than left hand. Must train hits! Met up with Chloe, we watched Kick Ass! It was a pretty funny show, everyone was dying in the movie. Sad of course, but good entertainment. Avatar CD is out, must buy! I want the headphones from HMV!! $99. gosh. i want. I need a lot of stuff and i want a lot of stuff too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I joined trck and field once more, i'm afraid i cannot cope. but i need to discipline myself in order to make it true. I need and want to push you aside but you're still floating in my mind. What can i do to makes things right? My life feels like a thunderstorm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8844737892690704760?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8844737892690704760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-happen-to-sunshine-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8844737892690704760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8844737892690704760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-happen-to-sunshine-after-rain.html' title='what happen to sunshine after rain?'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4796319335144917577</id><published>2010-04-20T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:05:48.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've no idea what to blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just hope you get outta my head soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5118771532441592575</id><published>2010-04-19T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:01:07.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;shall blog a little about the first day of school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tired and lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but shall do it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Year 2 and i feel old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Studying at TAS this sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and the first day wasn't what i expected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;it was totally like a spoiler to my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lecture was pretty dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Campus is not conducive at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;USS is like next to the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;food sucks and expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Spending $5 plus per day on food is really not a good idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i am a poor kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;can't spend too much on meals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Suppose to have joey's training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;if i had known, i wouldn't have board the MRT to Tampines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Luckily, my day brightened with Leslie and MX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Subway, Jokes and Laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that is probably the best remedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i unofficially declare holiday tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;crashing lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess i gotta really let you go this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause dreams will always be dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's what i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5118771532441592575?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5118771532441592575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5118771532441592575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5118771532441592575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/year-2.html' title='year 2'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3228574173533525728</id><published>2010-04-17T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:19:11.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jump start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Regatta performance was 'cui to the max'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's all i can say. well more for joey's item&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because we sat there for 2 hours and became 'nua'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but thanks guys for all the retarded training sessions we had(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woohoo, joey's hip hop item ftw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;almost fell down during the performance, stupid stage=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay well, since its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;let me try to be happy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;next week recruiment drive, got performance again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but it's alright. it's the street scene song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i like. so nevermind(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;school is starting in two days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gosh i'll be at sentosa=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;going to miss seeing everyone i know in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i have to rush back if there's training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's gonna suck even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't even know where the hell is the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;first day of school i'm going to be lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;GREAT. what a nice way to start of my year 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is a saturday and i'm at home.haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this feeling has been in me too long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;probably the longest ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it's growing stronger, not weaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want it to go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i know i won't get what i want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seeing you at regatta doesn't help either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel worst when all i can do is reach out to you from afar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really need to stop this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only positive thing i can think of is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"at least we're friends"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's also probably the least comforting thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3228574173533525728?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3228574173533525728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/jump-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3228574173533525728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3228574173533525728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/jump-start.html' title='jump start'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8136860838741586518</id><published>2010-04-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T01:26:05.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;some people say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"you can't just wait for things to happen, you got to make it happen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but sometimes, all you need is a little luck before it happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, you can't just make things happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is a reason why they call it falling in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because sometimes you just fall and you don't make it happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just happen, it just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8136860838741586518?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8136860838741586518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8136860838741586518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8136860838741586518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/luck.html' title='luck'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-34285502658853796</id><published>2010-04-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:32:47.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national schools fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S8XoTaVdepI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3mEDdvXNet0/s1600/IMG_0284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460025543441087122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S8XoTaVdepI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3mEDdvXNet0/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today was the final day of national schools&lt;br /&gt;it's probably always the most exciting and awesome of all&lt;br /&gt;the crowd goes wild and all you hear is people screaming for you&lt;br /&gt;people from your school or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;it's like probably the best competition of all.&lt;br /&gt;i miss a lot of stuff,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of knowing so many people&lt;br /&gt;and just getting to know more each time you compete&lt;br /&gt;i miss that kind of feeling&lt;br /&gt;you can just talk to any random person you're running with&lt;br /&gt;and you become friends.&lt;br /&gt;the part about running is that sometimes you don't just run for yourself&lt;br /&gt;you run for your team, for points or medal&lt;br /&gt;win together,lose together.&lt;br /&gt;and everytime your feet touches the track during competition&lt;br /&gt;you probably know why you've been training so hard all the while.&lt;br /&gt;just for that moment on the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad to have met those people in the picture,&lt;br /&gt;not everyone who is suppose to be there is there.&lt;br /&gt;you guys certainly hold a place in my life.&lt;br /&gt;let's hope a few years down the road, we would still remember each other&lt;br /&gt;and do all sorts of crazy shit still.&lt;br /&gt;and many others, i'm glad i met y'all from competitions.&lt;br /&gt;though we don't hang out often.&lt;br /&gt;but glad to have known y'all and compete with you people from other schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a spectator today ,of course, over age remember?&lt;br /&gt;but still it's awesome to be just watching&lt;br /&gt;this year, the juniors totally raised the bar&lt;br /&gt;"records are meant to be broken"&lt;br /&gt;well certainly they live up to that&lt;br /&gt;My batch used to always come so close to the damn record,&lt;br /&gt;but always fail to break it due to screwed up passings.&lt;br /&gt;proud to be your senior, and congratulations to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;Although, we didn't retain the B girls title.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay, it's just a title.&lt;br /&gt;the timings have become so much faster than our time.&lt;br /&gt;Mr P's training certainly is effective.&lt;br /&gt;guess i probably see Shanti in the papers. haha!&lt;br /&gt;All the best to those involve in YOG trials!&lt;br /&gt;Train hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder, why dance isn't like this&lt;br /&gt;why is it so divided?&lt;br /&gt;in track, no matter how old you are we still bond like a team&lt;br /&gt;sure you have your cliques, but is it so difficult to welcome others.&lt;br /&gt;"win together, lose together"&lt;br /&gt;this should be more important in dance than in track.&lt;br /&gt;since you're always dancing with someone.&lt;br /&gt;an item is an item, if it looks bad, everyone is at fault&lt;br /&gt;it's team thing.&lt;br /&gt;i can't say i dance for myself, cause i really don't.&lt;br /&gt;i heard somewhere before, you can't always think for others&lt;br /&gt;you gotta think and dance for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;but what's the point, because i don't see the purpose when i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;i think really need track, to help me remember who am i.&lt;br /&gt;my point of view about things and most importantly being discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people may think i'm trash talking&lt;br /&gt;if you don't agree, it's alright&lt;br /&gt;it's my blog and my point of view&lt;br /&gt;this post is not meant to shoot anyone on purpose&lt;br /&gt;just what i think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;so please don't go and backstab me by saying i gossip about you&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S8XoTaVdepI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3mEDdvXNet0/s72-c/IMG_0284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-7719677501844823051</id><published>2010-04-13T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:05:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a screwed up world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;frustration sets in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i really can't take it much longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too much, too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;forget it, if anything happens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's MY fault okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;blame me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-7719677501844823051?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/7719677501844823051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-just-screwed-up-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7719677501844823051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/7719677501844823051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-just-screwed-up-world.html' title='it&apos;s just a screwed up world'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-1160481614575802882</id><published>2010-04-13T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:23:03.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey mister it's really really nice to meet ya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S8QlDQYByeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZoemR65SOyo/s1600/heymister.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459529386145466850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S8QlDQYByeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ZoemR65SOyo/s320/heymister.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;finally blogging again&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna let this place die&lt;br /&gt;but i've just been really really lazy these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weekend was a funky one.&lt;br /&gt;R16 on saturday was dope.&lt;br /&gt;well done to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the winners(:&lt;br /&gt;DJ mulder, Pop jj and Locking khan! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;the only sad thing was that there were very little audience&lt;br /&gt;and it was dead quiet, even though tyron and jacky was super entertaining as MCs&lt;br /&gt;i literally could hear the insects and birds when i'm clapping&lt;br /&gt;went to eat with the poppers after that, and i missed my last bus&lt;br /&gt;stupid bus uncle, didn't want to open the door for me and drove off&lt;br /&gt;no sense of kindness at all. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What The Funk vol 10 was dope too&lt;br /&gt;GB Dynamic Jun was the judge.&lt;br /&gt;Diana psycho-ed me to join.&lt;br /&gt;so i did. didn't make it to top 32 of course.&lt;br /&gt;bu it's okay, it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was good(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday met MX a 8AM, CCK&lt;br /&gt;went to watch 200m Finals!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to everyone, even if you guys didn't get Top 3&lt;br /&gt;but i know all your timings were good and PBs i heard.&lt;br /&gt;went to school to train in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;and had salvo collabo trainingn the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;All the way everyone!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know it may sounds crazy;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;-Tamia, Almost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-1160481614575802882?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nationals once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hate waking up early,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but the weather in the early morning when the sun had just risen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the air is cold with a little heat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's comfortable and just amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cause the bustle of the town doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Good job to everyone today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Though some may have screwed up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but it was still a good race given circumstances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and it wasn't the whole entire race was bad!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Proud of everyone for pushing and hitting some PBs(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see y'all on monday 200m Finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wan Yi, we finally caught up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tomorrow is one crazy day that i don't know how to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In unison: "FOL, Fuck Our Lives"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;LOL @ MX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5476523943806985530?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5476523943806985530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunshines-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5434925266601182725</id><published>2010-04-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:34:26.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Finally started running again on Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;felt awesome even though the sun was hot as hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and burning my skin. but somehow i felt good about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(: maybe it's the passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sessioned today at TCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i really hate TCC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but don't really have a choice due to FO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;somehow my hip hop feel is weird these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;popping feel is better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh well let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just enjoy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This holiday is probably the first holiday that i didn't go town everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i use to either stay home or shop for my holidays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is probably a change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somehow i don't feel awesome about it because i feel like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i never really had a proper rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but somehow it's probably the most fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;going to watch nationals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good luck all!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somehow i know i still like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i could venture into your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5434925266601182725?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5434925266601182725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-change.html#comment-form' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Slept for 2 and a half hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;got woken up by some murderous dream and very painful shins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;which was ultra weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;anyway i woke up at 535AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;couldn't fall back asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;suppose to wake up at 740AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;meeting D and MX at 9AM causeway for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;after breakfast went back SSP to visit a lot of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mostly the staff and the Japanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was good seeing everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mr Lau sort of embarassed me, he told his whole class i'm a model student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cause i put in 110% for physics,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;which is quite true because i totally love his class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's kinda weird so i think he's gone mad, but he's too smart to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;he even told his current new course mates about me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;tsk tsk, Mr Lau. Still, you're an awesome teacher! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Fumiko and Miyuki, you guys look the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good luck for Japan Championships!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Miss you guys when you go back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Train hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Joke: Japan Championships at where?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;where ah Ms Kayla Lau Mei Xian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After that G, Mx, D and me went to CCK stadium to watch nationals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It's getting better each year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well like certain events it's like going up up for SSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but certain events it's like spiraling down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hope everyone rise up to the challenge and just be confident!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Go SSP and all other schools(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i had a great time, which a lot of fun and laughter to take things off my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good luck to all for the races tomorrow and the other days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good job Wayne Yap for getting 2nd in Triple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Although expected you to get 1st cause usually you are first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but you got a sprained/twisted ankle, so take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, the guy who won also from your school, got points!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And playing with your name was really mean but funny. hahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good job Jem for your Triple too! never win but it's okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you're like the only SAPS from our batch still in track all the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good job to all SSP juniors, too many to name~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Can't wait for 200m Finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tomorrow dance day, should try to run before that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;i probaby just die if i start now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but i have to die before i don't die in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;get it get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;okay i think only i understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;goodbye world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;update soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8226273522510779621?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8226273522510779621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/feel-heat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8226273522510779621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8226273522510779621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/feel-heat.html' title='feel the heat'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-4932119919909439602</id><published>2010-04-04T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:13:03.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pierced</title><content type='html'>I don't even know how to put what i'm feeling in words.&lt;br /&gt;That is how complicated things are now.&lt;br /&gt;I try to be happy, I choose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Some things are just easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;I can't just ignore everything, all the problems.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;In the attempt to, someone would just remind me of&lt;br /&gt;where i am and what i am suppose to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i just take an alternative route?&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there one for me.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a breather. A way out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just this once.&lt;br /&gt;Too many thing happening to a not so great person, me.&lt;br /&gt;It's just me being unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart hurting right now even though nothing is piercing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-4932119919909439602?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/4932119919909439602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/pierced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4932119919909439602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/4932119919909439602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/pierced.html' title='pierced'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-5457395167423626865</id><published>2010-04-04T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:51:36.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive, forget and just hold on</title><content type='html'>I hope we make it through i really do. Losing any of you, would be like losing a part of my life, part of who i am. We've been great friends for about 5 years. These 5 years had a lot of ups and downs. It probably contain the best memories of my life and i don't want it to end just yet. It's just a misunderstanding, all of it. No one is to blame. We all care and love each other to the bottom of our toes, we room-ed with each other and know everyone almost inside out. We just need to listen to each other right now, it isn't about blaming, it isn't about whose stand and who is right or wrong. It's about trust and understanding each other like we always have. This is probably the worst misunderstanding we had, it's all awkward now. We gotta try to fix this, cause we don't want to lose each other. I guess everyone need time to reflect and think. I just hope all of you are okay. Love you girls from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched How to train your dragon,&lt;br /&gt;it's a pretty good movie!&lt;br /&gt;i love toothless.&lt;br /&gt;i think clash of titans is better though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5457395167423626865?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5457395167423626865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgive-forget-and-just-hold-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5457395167423626865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5457395167423626865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/forgive-forget-and-just-hold-on.html' title='forgive, forget and just hold on'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-2900857158512639275</id><published>2010-04-03T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T01:17:59.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1k05 chalet</title><content type='html'>I slept from 7am-8am&lt;br /&gt;9am-12pm.&lt;br /&gt;and came home and slept from 7pm-12am&lt;br /&gt;Chalet..&lt;br /&gt;well the room was pretty screwed&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, the people made it fun!&lt;br /&gt;thanks 1k05! would really miss you guys when we change class!&lt;br /&gt;All the funny things happening all the time, i would really miss that.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i couldn't stay but it was really awesome though i only stayed a night&lt;br /&gt;I guess we really give a lot to each other, when we buy stuff we buy for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Clash of the Titans at 2.25AM, though i never thought i could stay awake&lt;br /&gt;but it was an awesome movie! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;and arcade before that was fun too!(:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-2900857158512639275?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/2900857158512639275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/1k05-chalet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2900857158512639275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/2900857158512639275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/04/1k05-chalet.html' title='1k05 chalet'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-9015372920373677115</id><published>2010-03-28T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:00:33.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avoiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I've been running away from everything in front of me. Telling people I'm&lt;br /&gt;okay but the fact that i'm not. I don't know what i've got to do right now, to&lt;br /&gt;believe in people who know me my entire life or to believe in myself. When&lt;br /&gt;presented with only one option that you're unwilling to take or afraid to go,what would you do? When the choice is in fact, not even up to you to decide.When it actually is a road laid out beautifully like icing on a cake. Is it really all that important, why do you keep questioning me? I'm really tired, to hold myself together, to make my stand and to try to live my life the way i want it. Why do you keep creating obstacles when it is all not necessary? Why can't you make it easier for me? You feel like i have it easy, you feel like i'm really useless don't you? Sick and tired of all the things that you say. I think you pretty much view as no future. Maybe it's true because i don't even have faith in myself anymore. Just do what you want. I pretty much give up on going against. I just want everything, all of these, to stop right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-9015372920373677115?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/9015372920373677115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/avoiding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9015372920373677115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/9015372920373677115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/avoiding.html' title='avoiding'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-3994820804617021958</id><published>2010-03-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T01:46:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choosing</title><content type='html'>The choice is mine to make and no one else.When you're presented two things that you love equally how am i suppose to make a choice, choosing one over the other. It's nearly impossible. I thought i could let one go, but after almost a year it doesn't seem possible. I still miss the other, i still want it. If the timing is good, everything would be in place. In life, you don't always get what you want. Probably, that's why life ain't easy. The times when i'm not feeling the music and dance, it's the time when i'm questioning myself, can i really dance? Am i meant to do this? I know sports is in my blood, i definitely can do it without much difficulty if i work hard. But, what about dance? When i look at myself in the mirror, i feel like an idiot. Really, because i feel like i look like an absolute retard. I'll just leave it to time i guess. I think i'm just unlucky because the life i have and the road i'm taking or have chosen to take is more difficult than any other i have taken so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3994820804617021958?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/3994820804617021958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/choosing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3994820804617021958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/3994820804617021958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/choosing.html' title='choosing'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-203720105122897311</id><published>2010-03-25T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:35:32.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whip it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452575314750766786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S6twXBrIfsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3UE-wok7VZk/s320/WhipIt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture from google&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let me start by saying, please ignore my previous so called "emo" post. i don't even know who on earth i was talking about. Anyone who feels i am talking about them, please do not take it to heart, i'm probably just scolding thin air because i really no idea who it was directed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, today i went out with Divya and Mei Xian aka Kayla. We decided to watch Whip It, it was a totally AWESOME movie! Please go and watch it! After that we just walked around aimlessly because we have no idea what to do. After D left, K and I were walking around Raffles City because she wanted to get a bag. She didn't want to go home without a new bag. At the end of the day, her mum didn't allow her to buy a new bag, i ended up getting a bag that she was considering for the price of $55.90. I think it was on impulse somehow, i do like the bag and definitely in need of a bag that is approximately that size(small). It's from Assessorize. Everything is so expensive there. I'm surprise i even bought something from there. I saw a pouch that i really like, which looks like it's worth $5. It actually cost $21.90. Thank goodness i did not buy it. K suggested we should go Daiso. Maybe we should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for update, hope tomorrow will be a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-203720105122897311?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/203720105122897311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/whip-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/203720105122897311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/203720105122897311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/whip-it.html' title='whip it!'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/S6twXBrIfsI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3UE-wok7VZk/s72-c/WhipIt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3753042940454484998.post-8356712565014932949</id><published>2010-03-25T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T02:46:26.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what's happening these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is me or is it people around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to ignore it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;push the feeling away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but it seems all i've been trying to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is run away from the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i feel so forgotten these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it really sucks when you treat people as your friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and they treat you like a nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sometimes i wonder are you really my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or are you just saying it cause i'm there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or for the sake of saying it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i rather people just tell me straight to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then give me some shitass lies or treat me non-existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when i'm just right in front of your fucking face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;really, if you don't want me there just tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saves your time and mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;applies to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't want to be an idiot, who is obviously not welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and there getting cold shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's been weeks, really i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you think i'm stupid not to know anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you guys are the ones that saying the latest happenings in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you guys can go "oh no one tell you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please stop being a hypocrite and get the fuck away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shedding tears, god knows whether is it real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and the whole world just surround you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you've got every fucking shit in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have nothing, not even a full family at home for 5 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when i cry no one sees, no one knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what i have is my pillow, bolster, bed and an empty house to lean on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friends or no friends, i really don't even know who are my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i trust only the closest, the ssp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause i know you guys got my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;laugh all you want, is it really that funny, come to think of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just fuck my life.really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it would really be awesome if it ends right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-8356712565014932949?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8356712565014932949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/8356712565014932949'/><link 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type name. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;was just a slack day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and i dropped my camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;omg, i screamed in the toilet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;cause it got caught with my shorts when i was changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and it flipped, fell on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and the side chipped a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thank goodness there is the cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ate Subway for dinner! woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;slept in the bus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tomorrow 10AM in school for costume claim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;GOOD LUCK CROSS COUNTRY PEOPLE!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i decided to read conversation history today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow i could laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just wish we could always talk like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish you notice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-3973254206264487969?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' 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i'm really happy that we made it!&lt;br /&gt;we put up a pretty good show for the audience!(:&lt;br /&gt;really have to thank a lot of people, cause without them&lt;br /&gt;i never would have make it, neither the concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know how long i would be in TPDE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but really enjoyed this concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ryan, Gin and An An&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping to put everything together with the transitions and all.&lt;br /&gt;For giving us awesome advices to help us improve.&lt;br /&gt;Also, constantly motivating each and everyone,&lt;br /&gt;making concert less stressful and more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) TPDE&lt;br /&gt;Everyones' effort, regardless in props or dance played a part into making GEM 5 a success. It has been a wonderful and memorable journey. Maybe due to the time constraint of the concert, it brought us closer and stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) Choreographers: Joey, Jun Wei, Keith and Shauna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for everything you have taught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I learnt a lot of stuff from each of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and would really look forward to learning from you guys again, if there are other chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Bro and Sis.&lt;br /&gt;you probably know who you guys are, maybe you don't feel special.&lt;br /&gt;but in some ways, you guys are, inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;for fun, laughter, sadness or tiredness, we share with each other.&lt;br /&gt;grumbles and worries we share it too.&lt;br /&gt;i know i can always count on you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for everything, for always being there whenever things happen.&lt;br /&gt;May our love for dance continue to grow and all of keep dancing together(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)) K/MX, N, D, G and M&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for coming down to support(:&lt;br /&gt;though it's not a track competition, maybe it's something you probably don't really know how to appreciate. but really appreciate that you make the effort to come and watch me perform, for always supporting me no matter what decisions i make.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'll ever get back on the track, but if i don't. i know you guys will be there always.&lt;br /&gt;MX, N and D, friends till the end yeah? i remember we always talk about when we grow old and our teeth falls, we'll laugh about all the nonsense we do in our teens.haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Everyone that came to support or gave moral support&lt;br /&gt;Thank you(: greatly appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside GEM 5, i watched Flair Nation Production on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;It was a prety good showcase i got to say.&lt;br /&gt;Good job guys(: Really improved from the last time i saw all of you(:&lt;br /&gt;went to eat with the poppers after that! fun fun(:&lt;br /&gt;after train-ing to bugis, saw Mei Qi, Jean Tan, Ah foong and Timothy at the bus stop&lt;br /&gt;they look so tired cause of the i am the system vetting!&lt;br /&gt;rest well guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go anywhere today, stayed home the whole day&lt;br /&gt;it rained heavily, which was really sad!&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, it was a good rest day(:&lt;br /&gt;update soon. toodles people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3753042940454484998-5518959868832178156?l=funk-anyaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/feeds/5518959868832178156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-gem-5-and-flair-production.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5518959868832178156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3753042940454484998/posts/default/5518959868832178156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funk-anyaa.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-gem-5-and-flair-production.html' title='Update: GEM 5 and Flair Production'/><author><name>-panda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14932539966740824619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LG0p8T6cSE/SLfH2JodM1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/WVIB5F_HHbg/S220/Yow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
