<?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-10435111</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:05:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say all we want</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-116455952181609803</id><published>2006-11-27T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T00:45:21.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLS DO NOT GO TO ORCHARD ROAD TO SHOP IF U DONT WANNA SPEND $10 ON USELESS STUFFS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid la. orchard makes my flat wallet aneroxic. so angry okay. its like every min, there'll be this guy coming up to you trying to make u "donate" to charity or whatsoever. and when i said "i bought le/i donate le", they goes like "oh. which organisation? i dont think u bought from ours leh" WAH. so it makes a diff?! yesterday with mlyy, we donated like $2 to this poor lady. then there's one who goes like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: can u pls help us out. $10 will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: no money leh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: share la. $5 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MLYY: spend on shopping le, not much left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY: $2 each?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MLYY: huh? then we no money to go home leh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scully if he ask $1 each. i think mlyy will say something like. "huh? then my dog no food leh."&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shld have seen the guy's face. his expression was PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;he's like stunned la. he probably wondered why his "charisma" didnt work on us.&lt;br /&gt;cos he shaked our hands la.&lt;br /&gt;and he's so weird. mlyy, good job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today, went with marie.&lt;br /&gt;this guy came up and spoke to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: help us out leh. $10 for this cute bear [hideous looking unidentified object. dont even know if its a bear/dog/cat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: huh. no money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: how abt a small donation of whatever sum u want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: come on la, its my bdae and i'm working, help me leh. not for the charity but for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: NO [ i almost wanted to say, if its for u, then the more i shldnt help]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: dont believe, let u see my ic. okay. help can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: NO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: aiya, help la. X 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: got change? no change dont help. $2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: confirm have. wait ah&lt;br /&gt;him: shit ah. only got $6. aiya. nvm, u donate $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US: okay. bb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: WAIT WAIT. i have la..&lt;br /&gt;him: NAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he shortchanged me by $0.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then another gal came up saying the same stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;$10 for that kinda pen which dont even worth $0.30?!&lt;br /&gt;siao. i gave the damn pissed look which immediately scares her off and allow the bugging attk to be made on marie.  then i was SO PISSED that i dragged marie. for a second, we look like we were playing tug-o-war cos she was pulling one side and i was pulling the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind is not call CHARITY lor.&lt;br /&gt;its call "SI CHAN LAN DA"&lt;br /&gt;wth la. so angry okay. if i've loads of money, i wont mind giving to charity&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i'm only a poor student with a flat wallet.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN THEY DEPRIVE MY WALLET?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in just a short week. i spend up to $8 for charity&lt;br /&gt;wah. i think i very nice leh.&lt;br /&gt;now, its ur turn to be nice, who wanna donate to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-116455952181609803?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/116455952181609803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=116455952181609803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/116455952181609803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/116455952181609803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/11/warning.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-116417951096139873</id><published>2006-11-22T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T15:11:50.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know how it feels to be neglected. but i've never thought of how God feels to be neglected.&lt;br /&gt;someone like me who has been starving in my spiritual life. not disciplined enough to take out that bible of mine and do quiet time every day. I'm trying hard to be disciplined.. but perhaps my will isnt strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTIAN.&lt;br /&gt;i call myself a christian. but sometimes looking back at the mistakes i've made. Countless of times, i tried telling myself not to repeat it. but, i still made that mistake again. And seeing all those so called "christians", my will shakens. if they can behave inappropriately in the eyes of God and still call themself christians, why cant I? Still, its not for me to judge. My job now is to do what He wants me to do....i'm really struggling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-116417951096139873?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/116417951096139873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=116417951096139873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/116417951096139873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/116417951096139873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-know-how-it-feels-to-be-neglected.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114857508367891237</id><published>2006-05-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:38:03.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID PPR</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm intellectually challanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my junior looks down on me. I'm such a useless person. i cant play oboe well, i cant excel in academic, I cant do well in sports. What can i do anyway? May as well just jump off the building and die right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a grumpy old bear now. Last day of school should be something that i'm so looking forward to. Should be happy. But i have no idea why, i feel so depress, so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless pig. Anyway, i think all the teachers had already given up hope on me. I'm so rude, take things for granted, etc. Its not that i dont want to change, but its already in me. My character. I know i'm rude. Yes i am. BUT, its just that i dont seems to be able to control my mouth. Whatever comes to my mind, i'll just blabber it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mr imran was right. We all take things for granted. And i dont see why the class should be angry with him cos he's just trying to change us into better person. His "so called speech" was quite motivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for band today:) it was VERY FUN. if band practs could be like this every week. Laughed so much with my two seniors:) Abigail and Natalie. COOL. taking pics in the toilets. Mourning for Abigail's death.. HAHAS!!! Though i hated the earlier part of the band pract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just made me realised that perhaps i should just quit oboe. I cant do well in it anyway. I suck at it. I have absolutely no talent in music, Not even piano. I cant even play that short phrase though i've been practising it(Oboe) for weeks. Half the time its not that i didnt practise thats why i cant play, but its just that no matter how much i practise, i still suck at it. Every week just go for lesson. Listen to the same comments. blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pair of listening ears. Who's lending me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114857508367891237?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114857508367891237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114857508367891237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114857508367891237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114857508367891237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/05/stupid-ppr_114857508367891237.html' title='STUPID PPR'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114821219466599596</id><published>2006-05-21T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:56:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNFAIR!</title><content type='html'>SO freaking angry. Everything seems so wrong this week. From my air-con to getting blamed for being 15mins early for lesson. Nothing seems to work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was appalled by the fact that he said i was 15 mins earlier for lesson. I WAS 10 MINS LATE!! woah, so the time difference between my phone and his clock is 25mins? incredibly incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!! blame it all on me. everything's my fault. Cos i'm born a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being unfairly treated. NOT mistreated. But i just feel that i got misunderstood for nothing. Ya, but then again. Just blame it all on me, cos its not ur fault for not understanding me well enough. its also not ur fault that i only get to see u once a week and its my fault for giving u the impression that i sucks so much. I'm So petty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my aircon. SO UNFAIR. but nevermind:) my beloved da jie let me bunk in with her:) :) :) yeah. She's so nice ok. let me bunk in with her. let me eat her chocolates..even though sometimes she has severe mood swings:) Dont talk about that useless guy anyway. what else can he do. he DOESNT do anything to contribute to the family. its always my mother. its my mum who's paying for everything. Piano, Oboe, Bills, Allowance. EVERYTHING... what does he contributes anyway. Ah, i know. The sperm that he contributed to the process of the Creation Of Miss TIffany tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont treat me with unfairness if u dont want me to treat &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; with unfairness. By doing this, you are giving me every reasons to hate her even more.&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/10435111-114821219466599596?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114821219466599596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114821219466599596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114821219466599596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114821219466599596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/05/unfair_21.html' title='UNFAIR!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114814422600092544</id><published>2006-05-21T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:57:06.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO UNFAIR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wrote a long long long post but i saved it as draft. cos i'm not allowed to post it out. never felt so disappointed in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ya, its always my fault. since when it wasnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;u didnt know? i'm a very petty person. Its always my fault anyway. its no one's except mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;SUPER DUPER UNFAIR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114814422600092544?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114814422600092544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114814422600092544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114814422600092544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114814422600092544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/05/unfair.html' title='unfair'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114788078549198620</id><published>2006-05-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T23:46:25.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. T’ang Quartet with The Conservatory Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Orchestral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 16 February 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Victoria Concert Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Dmitri Shostakovich(1990-1975)&lt;br /&gt;Festive Overture In A major, Op. 96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart(1756-1791)&lt;br /&gt;        Symphony No. 35 in D major, K. 385 “Haffner”&lt;br /&gt;         I.       Allegro con spirito&lt;br /&gt;         II.     Andante&lt;br /&gt;         III.   Menuetto-Trio&lt;br /&gt;         IV.    Finale: Presto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Rauph Vaughan Williams(1872-1958)&lt;br /&gt;      Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Dmitri Shostakovich(1990-1975)&lt;br /&gt;      Symphony No. 9 in E-flat major, Op. 70&lt;br /&gt;         I.       Allegro&lt;br /&gt;         II.     Moderato&lt;br /&gt;         III.   Presto&lt;br /&gt;         IV.     Largo&lt;br /&gt;         V.      Allegretto&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I arrived at the concert hall at 7.30pm. I was elated to realize that I was able to sit at the left hand corner of the circle seats, I had an excellent view of the stage. Before the programme commence, the hall was brightly lighted. The orchestral members then started filing into their respective seats. The announcement sounded for all electronic devices to be switched off. There was a moment of silence before the oboists gave the tuning note. The orchestra then tune in to the oboists.   &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         Then the conductor gave her first appearance and started conducting&lt;br /&gt;the different pieces. Although her conducting consists of subtle motions, it encouraged the players greatly in driving forward along with the momentum of Shostakovich.  Among all, my favourite piece was the Symphony No. 9 in E-flat major, Op 70 composed by Dmitri Shostakovich consisting of five movements with linking technique known as attacca*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The use instruments like bassoon, flute, piccolo and trombone gave a comical effect. During the concert, I can see the music's imaginative fusion of circus and military elements, from the quick-step march of the first movement with a rude trombone acting as drill-sergeant to the flying acrobats in the scherzo, to the clowning behavior in the finale ending with the trumpeter in an unsophisticated call to battle in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       This is my favourite piece because I like the fact that it made me feel excited and curiosity on how the music will flow as there is a sense of mystery in the piece, unpredictable of how Shostakovich would carry the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Dmitri Shostakovich, a Russian composer of orchestral-choral, opera, chamber, symphonies, and vocal and piano music, was born in St. Petersburg, 25 September 1906. He studied with his mother, a professional pianist, and then with Shteynberg at the Petrograd Conservatory (1919-25) graduated from the St. Petersburg Conservatory as a pianist and composer, his First Symphony winning immediate favour. Its triumphant premiere in 1926 was followed by performances in Europe and the USA and, aged 19, Shostakovich was world-famous. He also won an "honorable mention" at the 1927 Warsaw International Piano Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       He was severely castigated after Stalin saw a 1936 production of his popular opera Lady Macbeth of the Mzensk District (1934), he was restored to favor with his powerful yet ironic Fifth Symphony (1937). From then on he concentrated on symphonic compositions (in all, he wrote 15 symphonies). &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      Throughout his life, he had 3 wives.  His first wife, Nina, was a physicist. They were married in May of 1932, and had a daughter, Galina, born in 1936, and a son, Maxim, born in 1938. Nina died in 1954. Maxim became a conductor and pianist.  In 1956, he got married with his second wife, margarita who was a worker at the Communist Youth League. However, they got divorced in 1959.  His third wife, Irina, was a literary editor. They were married from 1962 until his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            In his later years of his life, he suffered from many illnesses. In 1958, he was forced to give up piano as he suffered from a debilitating condition which affected his right hand. And in 1965, he was diagnose as polio. He then died of lung cancer on 9 August 1975.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        After World War II, Stalin wanted Shostakovich to write a "big" Symphony No. 9, like Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, to celebrate the Allies’ victory. Instead, Shostakovich wrote a short Symphony No. 9 and in 1948 he fell foul of the official musical establishment with a Ninth Symphony thought to be frivolous and was long suppressed by the Soviet authorities. He did very little composing until after Stalin died in 1953. From then on, the government mostly left him alone. Through his ninth symphony, which is recognised as a masterpiece, he produced a style that expressed ironic humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Is this concert report really that bad? i only got like 15/20.. haiz. dont care liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114788078549198620?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114788078549198620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114788078549198620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114788078549198620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114788078549198620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114745145006863295</id><published>2006-05-13T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T00:30:50.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KRONOS concert</title><content type='html'>Spent a meaningful vesak day today:) met up with marie wong after like super duper l o n g l o n g l o n g time..had an enjoyable time together..she bought a nike bag and yep..walk the whole of suntec today. Still as skinny as ever..haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wenman+michelle (lyy)... went to VCH like 45 mins before the concert started. We're like so paiseh, like some kiasu people, going super early.. then ahha, folding DIY roses for their mother.. concert was nice:) but that 2nd violin guy seems to be like faking away throughout the concert. HE WASNT EVEN PLAYING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cello concerto + oboe concerto. Both were equally nice:) concert ended. and michelle wanted a close up on mr seow yibin and that conductor. Is that conductor even good looking?  He looks gay. eew. (can understand why mlyy said that he was good looking.. cos she has weird taste.. like guys that look like girls. YUCKS...HUANGYIDA, her greatest idol) by comparing the conductor to huangyida means...errr...the conductor is gay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks. Wenman left with her father and I went home with mlyy. walked her home..yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to my teacher on msn just now. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E'S A GREAT FORTUNE TELLER K!!&lt;/span&gt; this kinda things also know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.. rehearsal tmr. my beauty sleep, here i come....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114745145006863295?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114745145006863295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114745145006863295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114745145006863295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114745145006863295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/05/kronos-concert.html' title='KRONOS concert'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114649820533420588</id><published>2006-05-01T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:48:04.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to erase my previous post. &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fine, she is not worth it. Why do i want to get into trouble for just one stupid person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed yesterday was the only nice day that happened in the week:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid for church camp!! yeah..&lt;br /&gt;went to pastamania with claudia. (we're so weird. i mean i just made her cry on friday and we are like back to normal )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my &lt;strong&gt;INTERESTING&lt;/strong&gt; oboe lesson:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr seow: eh tiffany ah, can u tell me the meaning of &lt;em&gt;allegramente&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ah! i know, breezily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr seow: that doesnt even sound breezily to me, its sounded WINDY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, i've to replay that piece again. i've been practising that for 3 weeks already ok!! argh... he said it doesnt even matter if it takes him a year for any pieces ie saint saens... as long as i get it right. madness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen man called me later on at night to talk.. i think we started at around 8.30 and we finished the conversation at 11.40. HEE!! evil plans to get back at &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;but realised that we couldnt do anything to her, cos we'll get into trouble. like getting expelled from sch? nevertheless, i enjoyed the fun we have had during the conversation:):) oh man! she's so INCREDIBLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wo men mei tian lai Ang Mo Kio ah.. lai ah! lai ah! PAP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what a retarded song to sing when they are trying to gain people's vote.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114649820533420588?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114649820533420588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114649820533420588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114649820533420588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114649820533420588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/05/decided-to-erase-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114622849376534552</id><published>2006-04-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:48:13.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You might like this. This is hilarious... even an Englishman could not construct sentences using numeric, which is exclusive only to Malaysians and Singaporeans.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10. Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1.   This is what he came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day I go 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down. The man rush out and wanted to 5 with me. I run until I fall 6 and throw up. So I go into 7 eleven and grab some 8 to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab him. 10 God he run away.    So, I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 eleven. Next day, I call my boss and say I am 6. He said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work.  He also asks me to climb a 3 and jump down. I don't understand, I so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; IQ Check Below are four (4) questions and a bonus question. You have to answer them instantly. You can't take your time, answer all of them immediately. OK? Let's find out just how clever you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready? GO!!! (scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Question: You are participating in a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You overtake the second person. What position are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are first, then you are absolutely wrong! If you overtake the second person and you take his place, you are second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the next question. To answer the second question, don't take as much time as you took for the first question. Second Question: If you overtake the last person, then you are..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: If you answered that you are second to last, then you are wrong again. Tell me, how can you overtake the LAST Person? You're not very good at this! Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Question: Very tricky math! Note: This must be done in your head only. Do NOT use paper and pencil or a calculator. Try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1000 and add 40 to it. Now add another 1000. Now add 30. Add another 1000. Now add 20. Now add another 1000 Now add 10. What is the total? Scroll down for answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Did you get 5000? The correct answer is actually 4100 Don't believe it? Check with your calculator! Today is definitely not your day. Maybe you will get the last question right? Fourth Question: Mary's father has five daughters: 1. Nana, 2. Nene, 3. Nini, 4. Nono. What is the name of the fifth daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Nunu? NO! Of course not. Her name is Mary. Read the question again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now the bonus round: There is a mute person who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing one's teeth he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done. Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just has to open his mouth and ask, so simple. KEEP THIS GOING TO FRUSTRATE THE SMART PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114622849376534552?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114622849376534552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114622849376534552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114622849376534552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114622849376534552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-might-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114459386025036738</id><published>2006-04-09T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:44:20.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahas. I'm SO BORED!! so i shall create a photo post:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT MEP ROOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20020.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20020.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit Kat's NICE:) &lt;em&gt;eating in mep room is against the rule. OPPS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20024.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20024.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still promoting for Kit Kat. Wenman and Michelle look so DAO :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20036.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20036.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christabel didnt managed to dodge the pic:) &lt;em&gt;Geog hmwk sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20023.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wenman imitating &lt;em&gt;POTATO:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20033.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20033.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tong and bell playing piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think sooner or later mr wong/mr cher will find out that All of us have been sneaking food into mep during recess.. ESPECIALLY WENMAN AND MLYY. they have been doing that since the start of 2006. tsktsktsk. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cannot do that anymore!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAND&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;pictures taken by Natalie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20013.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20013.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My water bottle:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20002.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20002.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oboe=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20012.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20012.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20016.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20016.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail's &lt;em&gt;Bag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/tiffany%20at%20mep%20008.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/tiffany%20at%20mep%20008.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking Saxophonist blasting their lungs AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Band is so horrifying. practise practise and practise. Oh, i also received a letter from school saying that i've been skipping band practs. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;HORRIFYING BAND PRACTS!!! &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/10435111-114459386025036738?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114459386025036738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114459386025036738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114459386025036738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114459386025036738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/04/hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114390846460398389</id><published>2006-04-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T00:21:04.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I seriously need to know what i want to be when i grow up..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultraviolet was nice!!! though half the time i dont understand what's going on:)&lt;br /&gt;SO cool:) &lt;em&gt;they are progressing too slow...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and saw my oboe lying on the bed. Felt SOO guilty for not practising.. Having lesson tmr, again. And that retarded Seow Yibin won the lame "brilliant" word game=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the oboe, i wonder why is there so many band practices? 3 days a week. Isn't it too much? I would rather use the time to sleep instead of playing the pieces i dont like. I joined band with much enthusiasm at the start of the year. But its getting lesser week by week. Perhaps i'm getting bored at it. Like what happened with i was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary 1- Young artist club&lt;br /&gt;Primary 2- Young artist club&lt;br /&gt;Primary 3-None. (Took up swimming, but quitted after a year)&lt;br /&gt;Primary 4- Track and Field&lt;br /&gt;Primary 5-None. (took up roller-blading. Quitted after a while)&lt;br /&gt;Primary 6- Hockey&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 1- Band&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2-Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at how short the life span of my interests. Barely a year. Band is getting boring too=( Nevertheless, i still enjoy playing oboe:) But, if i am allowed to change CCA again. String Orch. might be a good idea=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be going to Wen man's house to tmr:) CHATTING SESSION:) chatted for like 2 hours today.. before she went off to practise her violin. at like 10pm. madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we know that temptation are bad, why do we still fall for it? The work of devil or the evil of human's hearts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114390846460398389?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114390846460398389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114390846460398389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114390846460398389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114390846460398389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-seriously-need-to-know-what-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114382433605384502</id><published>2006-04-01T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:58:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLINDNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is so disappointing when you realised the person whom you trust so much turns out to be not so "trustworthy". And you've always thought that you were her best friend. Am i blind or what? Why is it always like that? It just hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in st nicks is getting tougher each day. And you sometimes wonder why people are so childish. Getting angry over small matters. Is it worth it? It's not as in i'm so mature in my thinking or whatsoever. But those people i see are actually behaving like small kids. At least by now try to behave better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. btw, our class was scolded by Mr Imran for being too rebellious. Perhaps not everyone is rebellious, but it is fair that everyone gets punish...cos we are A CLASS. A UNITED CLASS:) And what he said was partly true too, we are somehow getting from bad to worse.. But everyone seems quite displease about his way of doing things. But perhaps that's the only thing he can do now to change our bad attitude. yep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114382433605384502?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114382433605384502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114382433605384502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114382433605384502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114382433605384502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/04/blindness.html' title='BLINDNESS'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114331507740984610</id><published>2006-03-26T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T03:31:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm such retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does quarreling makes people feel sleepy? i'll always fall asleep in the midst of a heated quarrel..ARGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i accidentally fell asleep at 8.30 and woke up at 2am. Now i cant go to sleep..tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher asked me if i wanna go for the dont know what concert but shui lan..Some SSO thing. should i? i have another concert report to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are not what you do. You do what you are&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114331507740984610?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114331507740984610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114331507740984610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114331507740984610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114331507740984610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-such-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114321667721519896</id><published>2006-03-24T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:11:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24/3 mummy's birthday:)</title><content type='html'>I'm SO bored now...its like my mum's birthday today. But poor thing, there's not really much celebration and worse, no birthday cake:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT..we'll be celebrating it on sunday. Erjie,me and michelle have yet to get her a present. sigh.. intending to get her a pair of NICE and COMFY shoes:) where to find?? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for band today, for like 1/2 hour? packed up the whole section and i found "oboe section diary". COOL.. i didnt know it existed. Band on thursday was rather horrid cos abigail and natalie left early:( i had to stay in order to get my reeds.. So abigail gave me something nice cos she had to leave early:) AND then, met KAI (the guy that had really SMALL EYES:) so cute) magdeline has a boyfriend which is POOH BEAR. how weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone tell jokes but not laugh at it themself? I found one, it's mr cher.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps maybe that's the reason why everyone is laughing at his lame jokes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible claudia and cheryl came over to my house today. &lt;strong&gt;WOKE ME UP FROM MY BEAUTY SLEEP!!! &lt;/strong&gt;cos stupid michelle let them in. retarded. Dajie bought chicken wings:) mummy and daddy went out for dinner. supposely a nice one? cos all of us arent there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114321667721519896?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114321667721519896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114321667721519896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114321667721519896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114321667721519896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/03/243-mummys-birthday.html' title='24/3 mummy&apos;s birthday:)'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114279112607992009</id><published>2006-03-20T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T02:00:10.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays over</title><content type='html'>Seemingly, holidays ended so fast. SO UNLIKE OUR HOMEWORK, IT NEVER ENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- went to jane's house for project. SORRY MARIE, i'm really sorry, i didnt mean it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday-band, then err, saw kai and rafael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- went out with claudia to watch NANNY MCPHEEL:) nice show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- went out with claudia,wenman,rafael to watch CRY WOLF then to Trevor sze's house at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday- Stayed at home to rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat- piano lesson, church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun- Christofori weird competition, oboe lesson. (crazy guy laughed like mad today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow- i'm gonna sleep and reserve my strength for HOMEWORK..had too much fun this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think blogger needs to upgrade. I cant seem to upload my pics:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114279112607992009?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114279112607992009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114279112607992009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114279112607992009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114279112607992009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-over.html' title='Holidays over'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114216373041171198</id><published>2006-03-12T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:43:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sngs funfair 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20007.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="243" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20007.1.jpg" width="526" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to get dunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20011.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Rafael looks like..looks gay=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20003.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20003.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;claudia&lt;/strong&gt;: my hair looks weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle:&lt;/strong&gt;ya lor, very weird..hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wenman&lt;/strong&gt;: alamak, so sianz..So hot somemore, later got theory test leh...tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl&lt;/strong&gt;: Any love message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/1600/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20013.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2388/807/320/SNGS%20FUNFAIR%20013.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four houses. colourful:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sianz...but Funfair was great..i enjoyed selling.. And as well as BEING LIGHT BULB...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ and matthew came. so i brought them around, as if as i have 2 humomgous bouncers next to me. matthew left early cos he was the usher for Nicholas's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really funny. walked around like nobody's business. I did enjoy myself alot...We walk and walk. talk and talk. But Michelle her day in quite a angry day...cos THAT TWO person was being unreasonable. accusing michelle for not doing anything, like as if as they are. HAVING SOME MASSAGE when the whole class is doing their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Imran called me a rat. Cos i live like a rat..hahas. he said i was very messy. and yep.. talked to him for quite a bit yesterday..realised that he had spare tyre and yep, he's very KPO..tsktsktsk..but, he's very nice and funny:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114216373041171198?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114216373041171198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114216373041171198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114216373041171198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114216373041171198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/03/sngs-funfair-2006.html' title='sngs funfair 2006'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114140608302977576</id><published>2006-03-04T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:14:43.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been quite fun:) Band was ok. Abigail finally put on her braces..she looks the same to me anyway:) But i guess i'm failing for my maths test, cos i dont understand what my Great Nice Wonderful senior was teaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back mep test today.. i failed. 8.5/20. how pathetic. And as for math test, 12 marks deducted, cos i didnt know how to do...30-12=18. i cant possibly get the rest all right....so, i'm failing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking to wenman and MLYY on thursday made my day...it has been a long time since we actually &lt;em&gt;talk. &lt;/em&gt;And realised how mean some people are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for our humanities group work, we have a weird team member in our group. Weird till she doesnt wants her group work marks..SHE'S PISSING ME OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and tmr. I'm going out:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114140608302977576?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114140608302977576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114140608302977576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114140608302977576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114140608302977576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-week-has-been-quite-fun-band-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114080277549616871</id><published>2006-02-25T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:39:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress!</title><content type='html'>I'm really really mad with &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;person. Why must she push everything to me when its suppose to be a group work. Just because i have that not-very-helpful-sec3-history-textbook? went to her house and she tried to chase all of us back home by simply saying: i'm sure all of you are tired, so just go home. (not in a very nice way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, i shall UNWILLINGLY do that retarded project. even if i do it, i wouldn't want to share my effort with her. I think the rest are quite ok:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even people like Beryl could get angry with her. &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;person is really SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr cher actually left us with occ to give us the mep test. guess what, 10 mins to finish the whole paper..that is crazy! I could not even finish it. If the whole class could finish on time except me, then i shouldnt say too much because its my dumbness to blame. BUT people like Rachel Tong and etc cant even finish it on time, let alone me. ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 assignments due next week. i'll see how much time i can afford to sleep for this weekend. MY PIMPLES ARE POPPING OUT, DUE TO THE LITTLE AMOUNT OF SLEEP I HAVE + STRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno when i'll break down. i'm so tired, really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114080277549616871?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114080277549616871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114080277549616871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114080277549616871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114080277549616871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress_25.html' title='stress!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114035937543913151</id><published>2006-02-19T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:29:35.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh, i need reeds.. REEDS. OBOE REEDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss sia says that i must pay for my own reeds which i am &lt;strong&gt;DEFINITELY UNWILLING &lt;/strong&gt;to do so. But if i dont get new reeds, then i cant practise well. $25 for a reed. Cheap? nah. That is so unreasonable. Is our school band really really that broke? ARGH! i decided to get 2/3 reeds from her. anyway 2 reeds cant last long too. so i shall get 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for lesson and got scolded(not exactly). But its also my fault for not playing well. He gave me like more than a month to learn and i still played like shit. i hate myself for being so stupid. such a disapointment. why cant i just get that stupid rhythm right? its not that difficult and i still screwed it. I shall practise hard. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mum is cute too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! rafael, benjamin, jason, matthew and jia jing will be coming for fiesta.. i'm going to finish selling tickets soon!!! then i shall make all of them sell food for me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114035937543913151?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114035937543913151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114035937543913151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114035937543913151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114035937543913151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/02/argh-i-need-reeds.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114028490967662473</id><published>2006-02-19T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:48:29.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>seriously. Loh Jun Horng is &lt;strong&gt;SO &lt;/strong&gt;talented and good-looking. He picked up violin with he was 7 and got into SYO when he's just 10. and at the age of 15, he won scholarship to NUS to study music. And i think he won something in the recent national piano and violin competition. SO rich, SO talented, SO good-looking...(maybe i have bad taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did enjoy the Tang-quartet and the orchestra. cool. but i didnt know my teacher was playing in it. &lt;em&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm so dead, i need to do concert report, need to research on art, etc. i cant breathe. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i pray for strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114028490967662473?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114028490967662473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114028490967662473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114028490967662473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114028490967662473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress_18.html' title='stress'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-114020250394122001</id><published>2006-02-18T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:55:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress..</title><content type='html'>i'm mad. anyway, sorry to michelle L.Y.Y for yelling at you. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week has been one of the worst week so far. so many tests, so much homework. it is just so hectic. and more homework/tests=no sleep. went for band(again), and i really think that i'm so hardworking today. practised oboe for 2 freaking hours. yeah, so hardworking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to finish all these stupid homework? how? stress. now my fav day would be FRIDAY. because that's the only day i can sleep and sleep. whole day. i cant do that on saturday/sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, dinner at mac and yep, i went home. fell asleep around 7.30pm and woke up now. which is 2.30am. 5 hours of nap. wow, i cant believe it. Now i cant close my eyes. oh great, no one's online now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-114020250394122001?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/114020250394122001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=114020250394122001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114020250394122001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/114020250394122001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/02/stress_17.html' title='stress..'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113976021415902992</id><published>2006-02-12T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:03:34.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>acjc alumi concert</title><content type='html'>CLAUDIA THEN YILING!!! stop rafael-ing. you're a despo HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to claudia's church yesterday. saw chris-chia who introduced himself to me as "cheryl". and with hairline which starts in the middle of the head. which is call...balding. HAHA then went for acjc alumin in concert. and my "BELOVED" teacher was conducting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so claudia and I sat through the concert. struggling so hard not to laugh when he was dancing on stage. cos he was the conductor...&lt;strong&gt;AND I REALISED THAT HE LOOK LIKE CHICKEN LITTLE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;imagine chicken little conducting "ma-ee-ya-hi, ma-ee-ya-hoo.." HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; he was like so "high". perhaps maybe its with a dose of love potion...valentine is near. but i doubt he has a girlfriend anyway. during the concert, claudia and I was non-stop staring at the horn player. i mean he's so good looking. but seow yibin said that he was a malay, or was he an indian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go ACJC after my O level. why? because those guys there are so cute HAHA. on second thought. Nah...so far away and so err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then oboe lesson today. Love potion is still effective. still so "high". so glad. cos i totally screwed my piece, but i didnt get scolded. because, love potion is still effective lar.. duh. but i cant blame myself for that. i got like 2 ulcers in my mouth for the whole week. how to practise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then met up claudia for dinner again. Oh god, i face her for like 7days a week. that is SO incredible. and i had made a resolution. if claudia were to breathe another word on RAFAEL. i shall sew her mouth up. she's obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, my phone got confiscated on friday. great..i'm getting it back tomorrow..even GREATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps. i forgot to buy section sweets. i think we shld have section sweets. so we can eat it during sectionals. or section chocolates would be nice too. fine, i shall buy them tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113976021415902992?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113976021415902992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113976021415902992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113976021415902992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113976021415902992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/02/acjc-alumi-concert.html' title='acjc alumi concert'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113923209846095738</id><published>2006-02-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:21:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i missed my last year's partner. ALOT! she's wenman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`i love wenman because she listens to my non-stop blabbering and laughs stupid stuffs with me.&lt;br /&gt;`i love wenman because she helped me do my homework&lt;br /&gt;`i love wenman because she cheer for me every morning.(to run faster)&lt;br /&gt;`i love wenman because we can bitch about teachers every morning&lt;br /&gt;`.......(etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the time when we were laughing at "meatball" because she was wearing red. top to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the time when i can share with her my torturous, tormenting, horrible lesson. and hers too. then we will laugh at how stupid they are:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling her KISS SLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss slapping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lucky i got to know her:) if not life will be meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, her craze for korean guys makes me think whether if she's a old auntie disguise in a 14-year old body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss passing my virus to her. sore eyes. i remembered, it was so funny..both of us with red eyes walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~I LOVE WENMAN~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful wenman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113923209846095738?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113923209846095738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113923209846095738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113923209846095738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113923209846095738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-missed-my-last-years-partner.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113847076314573235</id><published>2006-01-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:52:45.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great day.</title><content type='html'>now, my opinion of having lesson during holidays have like err...180 degree change. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started out my day with piano lesson...EARLY MORNING again. though i was really sleepy, but i thought her lesson was great. and guess what, when i showed her my resolutions for 2006, her expression was priceless!! she bursted out laughing like mad woman.(i dont see what is so funny about it) yep. great! did my most hated scales. thats like so YUCK. but she's really funny. HILARIOUS! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and rot for a few hours before going to mr Seow's house. honestly speaking, i was quite put off by the fact that i am to have lesson with him today. ON CHINESE NEW YEAR EVE cause i expected him to scold me(because he always does) and like sort of ruin my whole new year holidays but, YEAH! he didnt scold me! in fact, err..he's extra nice today. because he said it was a tradition and that is why he shouldnt get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;upon saying this, how i wish every lesson will be on cny. but i know its impossible!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showed him my new year resolution too. but his expression was like(orh, as if as it'll work out) but nevertheless, i had the great pleasure to tell him that i think he's ugly. but the actual fact is that he's ok-looking+good good good character+great sense of humour(sometimes)+etc. but i said all those mean stuffs to spite him, and so to contradicts what he thinks about himself. (he is quite ego) and saying some funny things about his &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;. (i do feel quite apologetic for saying so much mean stuffs about him on cny. i promise i'll apologise when i get the chance to do so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, his parent gave me a red packet:) 1st red packet of the new year. quite special thought:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippie! LOVED LESSONS TODAY! love mrs anna! love mr seow! love piano+oboe! (fine, i shall not say anything bad abt anyone of them for 1month!) that seems short though. oh btw, my new year resolutions was a piece of long chunk of words printed on an A4 size paper. i only showed them the part where it is written:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"ll love piano+oboe. I'll not make mrs anna angry.I'll make mr seow angry once a month. and yep. and the rest is relatively the same thing. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when to my granny's house. ate dinner there. at least i had a proper meal today, compared to eating my mum's horrible cooking, it tasted really nice. except for the abalone part. i seriously dont understand why people feels that abalone is a great delicacy. to me, it just tasted like &lt;em&gt;rubber&lt;/em&gt;! i nearly spitted it out. but i gulp down coke to cover up the taste. and swallowing it down instead of chewing it. YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and saw my 2 cute little cousins. they're botak. they looked so fat and cute:) played with them for a while, and went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched tv and came online:) GREAT DAY AFTERALL:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113847076314573235?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113847076314573235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113847076314573235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113847076314573235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113847076314573235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-day.html' title='great day.'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113717179690631109</id><published>2006-01-14T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:03:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so awe by my school. I mean the freaking amount of homework they give us in just 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, i seriously need a change for my mathematics teacher. or else in the next few months. i'll be deaf! She goes like so &lt;strong&gt;HIGH PITCH&lt;/strong&gt;! and it's just so piercing. MY EARS!! MY EARS!! and the funny thing is that she somehow resembles the "whoompa loompa" in the movie Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. and she has the hairstyle of willy wonka. guess who's the one who spotted this great great great similarities? its none other than.....our very own...MISS CLAUDIA THEN! and when she told me that during lesson, and some other ppl at the back. all of us just burst out laughing. i mean *&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy-ly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean how is it to have a Math teacher who looks like "whoompa loompa" and teaching u in class...its very comical:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think she's quite a nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nowadays. i think we're like paying for our marks than earning marks. and for MEP, mr cher just told us that we are suppose to go for 2 concerts and finish 2 reports. that's call madness. i'm getting to hate MEP. why am i like so dumb. join MEP? i rather do some simple stuffs like cooking and sewing rather than sitting in a class for 1 1/2 hours hearing some facts abt music when i cant even remember them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for Michelle, i think she's getting a bit mad from studying too much. studying=her life. no studying=no life. siao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway. thanks u all for brightening up my days:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113717179690631109?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113717179690631109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113717179690631109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113717179690631109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113717179690631109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-awe-by-my-school.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113665472277086165</id><published>2006-01-08T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:25:24.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA fair</title><content type='html'>there's like 3 concerts that i want to go, anybody willing to pay for my tickets? And who's going with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`VCH chamber series:Piano treasures SSO(22jan)&lt;br /&gt;`Mozart 250th birthday: flute and harp concerto(3-4feb)&lt;br /&gt;`Tang Quartet with the conservatory orchestra(16feb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas, i think wenman will be interested to go for piano treasures SSO. cause she's somehow related to Lim Yan. and maybe she'll want to give him her support:) besides, he had helped us in our previous MEP project before(which i &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; think is included in PPR!!) but still, alright, i shall ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought of 5 things about myself.&lt;br /&gt;1.i like being online but appearing offline&lt;br /&gt;2.i can talk about anything/anytime/anyhow&lt;br /&gt;3.i can sleep anywhere/anything/anyhow. (even when i havent bathe)&lt;br /&gt;4.i like piano, but i dont like to practise it.&lt;br /&gt;5.i like to stare at the wall and laugh:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shoot! i just remembered that i have yet to do my theory homework for piano!! heck care, tmr then do:) and of cos, i have yet to settle time for my oboe lesson. honestly speaking, must he take like 12 hours to reply my message? whatever, and its like 1am now. i just finished watching that stupid horror show on channel 8. man, its so sadistic. its freaking me out!! michelle is not here:(i dont want to sleep alone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for cca fair today. woke up like so early!! (though i was still late) then play until like 12+ and left the place around 1. then met up with lydia to eat bk. went for youth..blahblahblah. then went home to sleep. yeah! matthew and jiajing are considering buying tickets for my school funfair! so i think i'll be able to finish selling everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of sch, and i'm like so tired. cant imagine my life for the rest of the year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113665472277086165?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113665472277086165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113665472277086165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113665472277086165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113665472277086165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/01/cca-fair.html' title='CCA fair'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113613936712215405</id><published>2006-01-02T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:16:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to church in the morning. yep. and today, they invited a special speaker, but i dont know who she is..but one thing i can say is that, she's SUPER comical. and she's like a radio that can go non-stop blabbering. muahahas. and during the sermon, she can just suddenly goes"hahaha!!"  in like such way that i cannot &lt;em&gt;tahan &lt;/em&gt;and i kept laughing throughout the whole sermon..muahahas. today was water baptism day. yep. so after the service, we went up to the pool. yeah!! then ppl got baptised. and then went down to church and have fellowship again. ate curry puffs, and joanne gave me a christmas gift! but i forgot all abt hers :( *paiseh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zikai wore a weird looking cloak or coat or dunnowhat to church. and ppl said he looked like a flasher. true enough=p and he finally lend it to me after my much begging. whee. and it was not as long as i expected. because they said that if i wear it, i'll be dragging it on the floor. no what.. HMPH! and zikai's stomach is hard!! so is aaron's one. and that's so cool!! so nice to poke:) whee! but not everyone's tummy is hard. ie, shaun and kenneth one is quite soft. *that is fats actually* muahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and something more paiseh was that, i mistaken Lee NanXing for Aaron Wong. cos he body build the same ma..how i know-_-" then i went up to him and sort of hit him hard on his right arm and said "hello!". then when i looked up and realised that it was the wrong person. i was like so*paiseh* then he simply smiled back and said hi.. (i was still in a shock state at that time) i bet he must be thinking:" wah. this gal confirm think i very &lt;em&gt;shuai, &lt;/em&gt;thats why come and say hi to me. haiz, my &lt;em&gt;mei li wu fa dang&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;and it just reminded me of bella, hahas. she thought that christopher lee=lee nanxing. so she said something like, oo..lee nanxing arr. the one going marry fann wong, that one it? my reaction was"HUH?!" thats christopher lee! not lee nanxing. then she's like" huh, ya what. christopher lee nanxing. diaoz! -_-" so lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diaoz, that was a lame one. then went for lunch with the youth. i was so hungry!! kk then we started talking abt "xue1 zi2"which simply meant boots in chinese. then i catch no balls lar, then i was like, " whats xue1 zi2" and then i heard &lt;em&gt;boobs&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;em&gt;boots. &lt;/em&gt;then those ppl started making a joke out of it..yep. quite high today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went home with shengrou:) yeah!! finally, someone accompanied me on the MRT:) so happy. can talk all i want!! then went home and slept until dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and crap, i havent finish reading "the good earth". forget it, i rather fail my test than reading that book. and its not 200 pages, &lt;strong&gt;ITS 300PAGES!!! &lt;/strong&gt;kill me please. and my eng lit holiday hw is uncompleted thanks to that book. i rather read someone more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: those ppl having depression are kindly advised not to read that book, or else, it might evoked you and you might jump off the building reason is because its too boring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113613936712215405?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113613936712215405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113613936712215405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113613936712215405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113613936712215405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-church-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113605126482835199</id><published>2006-01-01T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:47:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano lesson</title><content type='html'>woke up today like 11.30am today..but then, nuah in the bed until like 12.15..and then i'm like SHIT! i forgot, today got piano lesson!! then hurry up wash up and then like rush this and that. and then reached her house at 1.20. yep, 20 mins late... and i didnt even eat breakfast or lunch. then she's like, have you eaten? and i replied"no"..she was kind enough to give me something to eat. so, i drank milo and ate some crackers while she marked my theory hw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..spend like 2 hours on the piano at her house. crazy, fingers nearly fall off. but learnt a new piece from chopin:) ok, then it was like 4.30 when i reached home..i was like damn hungry..then, swallowed down the kfc meal that i bought:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then practised piano for 2hours. for that chopin piece. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! but its like 3 pages long..practise for so long and only managed to get the first page to sounds mediocre. i'm such a failure:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my poor younger sis is sick:( though when she's active, i thinks she's so irritating..but without her also a bit weird. haiz. and school going to reopen very soon. on tuesday. whatever, i'm going to sleep for 24 hours tmr. from tmr night to the next morning.. and i'm going to switch of my phone so no one can disturbs me..muahaha..i'm still left with my history, science and eng lit homework..HOW?! history and science are quite easy. but lit?!! i'm dead..the book is like 200 pages long..and its so boring. i wont mind reading an interesting book for 200 pages. but its like so boring..all about a farmer's life. and the title is worse"The Good Earth" anybody thinks it sounds interesting for a book title please tell me. and after telling me, please go jump down the building. because your life is lifeless, and you're not fit to be a human. you simply dont know how to live your life dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ps: vyoung and cyoung, dont try to get me out on monday. i'm not going no matter what. I NEED TO SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and anybody kind enough to buy me an oboe? thats like so impossible:( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113605126482835199?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113605126482835199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113605126482835199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113605126482835199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113605126482835199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/piano-lesson.html' title='piano lesson'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113595874523144055</id><published>2005-12-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:05:45.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>indeed i was right. i was late for school today:) but its like quite good already. cos, i was only 10 mins late:) yeah. and i rushed to sch in like such a speed that i couldnt even believe it myself!!! WOAH!! claudia called at 7.15 and asked if we(me and michelle) was going to sch. then i'm like, WHAT?! 7.15?! we are like supposed to reach at 7.30. and michelle and I were like snatching toilet. there are 2 in fact. but i left my toothbrush at the other one.. then ran to sch with all our strength and yeah. reached at 7.40am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then outside the classroom, i started to wear my sch shoes(as in properly). usually i just slipped it on like slippers and just run. who cares if it drops out or not. just run lar! duh! then went into my classroom.I'm like "MAN! this new form teacher of mine. SCARY!) he's mr imran. he was very friendly at first. and he told us the 5 golden rules. then, i'm like"siao, expectation so high. may as well go get a robot and teach!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule no. 1&lt;br /&gt;NO rudeness,No black face. must be enthu in everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.2&lt;br /&gt;no complaints from other teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.3&lt;br /&gt;no rolling of eyes and cannot say bad stuffs about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.4&lt;br /&gt;stand when replying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.5&lt;br /&gt;No talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that sounded like what a typical teacher would ask for. But he's like "if i cant stand ur face, YOU HAVE TO GET OUT OF THE CLASS!!! AND I'M SERIOUS" wow, i'm so freaking scared now. i bet if i were to reach sch on the dot at 7.30am next year, he'll still mark me late. one word "&lt;strong&gt;craziness&lt;/strong&gt;" and he even showed us an example of how he would scold his students. at first i thought he might just stared and just say one whole load of "logic". but i guessed, i was VERY WRONG! he shouted at full blast!! and i think everybody sort of JUMPED out from their seats. and the way he stared at ppl, i was soo afraid that he might just punch one of us anytime. and he just continued blah-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to think of that, i think mr tan was a very very very GOOD form teacher!!! i miss him!!! haiz, shouldnt have take him for granted:( and come to think of that, i rather have mr cher as my form teacher than mr imran. at least mr cher doesnt scolds. all he does is just slow-talks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, it was over. went to hall for prize presentation. BORING. cos i didnt even receive anything:( then went mac to eat breakfast with claudia, michelle, jessica and cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and slept for a few hours. then started doing my theory hw and practised piano..then unwillingly drag myself for lesson. then guess what?! i reached her house and she wasnt at home. her maid said something like"mum went out,wait, i call her" and as i expected it. SHE FORGOT ABOUT MY LESSON!!!!and the maid pass me the phone. and my teacher started laughing" oh tiffany, i'm terribly sorry. i've forgotten about the lesson..can i see you tmr...blahblahblah" 30mins of bus trip there and she said that she FORGOT?! wah! ultimate. oh, it reminds me of my oboe teacher. he forgot about the lesson once too. but his one was more ultimate, i waited at his house for like 1 hour. and when i just left the house and went to the mrt station. he called and said that he was sorry because he has forgotten all about it. and he amend it to me by giving free lesson the following week. 1hour of trip there. 1hour of waiting. and 1 hour back. 3hours wasted! argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, what to do..i've sotong-liked teachers..muahaha! will i go to jail or something if i post this out? hahas. i meant it as a joke ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then,i have to sacrifice my sleep again. i was planning to sleep at 3am and wake up at 1pm. but, haiz. with the piano lesson on..have to sleep 2 hours lesser..hmph! and i'm having 2 hours of lesson tmr. argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched the network stars reality show on channel 5. and wendy was inside.. reminds me on project runway!! argh! austin got kicked out because of her!! wendy is such a backstabber!!! looking forward to next week's runway show!! i bet she herself was the one who drew a line across her daughter's pic. so cunning. just to get others to sympathize with her. and thats PATHETIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113595874523144055?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113595874523144055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113595874523144055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113595874523144055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113595874523144055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/indeed-i-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113587453143667429</id><published>2005-12-30T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:42:11.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>band camp</title><content type='html'>argh, school tomorrow...thats like so crap!! i woke up so freaking early today...and went for oboe lesson then went home and sleep again. and now, my whole body is like aching. especially my arms, because yesterday, michelle(L) and I went to michelle(G)'s house. i mean her senior michelle(G). complicated. carry like tons of books back.. and guess what, its for michelle(L)...-_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we managed to sneak out of band camp like 5 hours before it actually ended. michelle used that "books" excuse and me? i said that my younger sis was alone at home and i need to go home and fetch her to my granny's house. (i know that sounds fake, but part of it is real!!) and that stupid cher just doesnt believe what i told him and insisted on calling my mother. i tried, but her phone was off. and so, he said he wanted to call my granny. i was like" hello, she only knows how to speak dialect, and i'm sure a blockhead like you doesnt know how to right?" fine, i was just thinking, how would i have the courage to call him a blockhead? and i was right, he doesnt know.. and he asked mr wong to talk to my granny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then. but what irritating was that must he comment on my pronouciation?! bleah=p and the whole band just stared at both of us and wonder what alien language are we talking. and blahblahblah...after asking all the questions, he still wouldnt hang up the phone. then i was like" EH MR WONG! STOP FLIRTING WITH MY GRANDMA LAR!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's finally put down the phone..its kinda scary to have him as a teacher. he knows so many languages. want to tell lies also cannot lar!then we went home and put our stuffs. and look at my dear sis..she looks retarded. ok, nevermind. then went collect books:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what, tmr got piano lesson. ARGH!! why why why?! lessons everyday? siao. oboe lesson was kinda fun today:) whee..but he was showing off his piano skills..HMPH!!! but man, he's such a pro...today was just chatting...just chat and chat..like Q and A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never practise my piano for long long time.. i think collect dust liao:) and shit!!! i just remembered as i was blogging, I FORGOT TO DO THEORY HOMEWORK!!! how great is that?! i'm dead again..argh!! i cant get to slp..howhowhow? i slept too long today. 7.30 reach sch? impossible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be late again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113587453143667429?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113587453143667429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113587453143667429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113587453143667429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113587453143667429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/band-camp.html' title='band camp'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113500868622911291</id><published>2005-12-19T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:11:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework!</title><content type='html'>crap, just realised that my phone is missing!! and guess what, missing at my own home. what kind of nonsensical crap is this?! i've been searching my phone for like the whole night, and its not as if my house as huge as that Donald Trump's one or anything. but i just cant seems to find it. and what's worse is that its like battery flat...oh great, so, i cant call my phone, and it wont ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i &lt;em&gt;lost &lt;/em&gt;it at my house-_-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it, i'm sure it will pop out of some place sooner or later. forget it(its not like the first time or anything), i felt such great sense of achievement today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee! i finished like 1/4 of my homework. mathematics, and chinese(except for that 2 dumb compre).. and chinese lit- i'm like half done with it. because, claudia and I went library today, i did most of the chinese and she did most of the mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm left with, science(the 3 science),geog, history and no more! yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting kiss slow for grand prix tomorrow..its kinda last minute. we decided only today...hahahas.. design or rather, make a car..using dunno whatever stupid item and find its velocity or anything...i doubt we'll succeed anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and should i go for band tomorrow? if i go, then what about my  sleep?! if i dont go, then err, mr cher will surely call my mum..(though my mum doesnt care much, but still have to give dunno what excuse letter, what excuse should i give then?) must band be so early in the morning? i wont mind it in the late afternoon though...&lt;br /&gt;should i go or not?? see whether i can wake up first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to my dear phone: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you ever walk back to me or anything, i promise i'll take good care of you...and not misplace you anymore...please appear next to me in the morning k? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113500868622911291?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113500868622911291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113500868622911291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113500868622911291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113500868622911291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/homework.html' title='homework!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113483202293097046</id><published>2005-12-17T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:07:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abit buay connect</title><content type='html'>whats wrong with me today.. my heart and my mind just cannot connect leh...lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when:&lt;/strong&gt;morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart:&lt;/strong&gt;go and sleep, dont go church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind:&lt;/strong&gt;siao! wake up and go church&lt;br /&gt;i went church in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when:&lt;/strong&gt; after youth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart:&lt;/strong&gt;go practise oboe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind:&lt;/strong&gt;sleep!&lt;br /&gt;i went to sleep then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when:&lt;/strong&gt;when i woke up(duh!) 1 half hr later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart:&lt;/strong&gt;go do your homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind:&lt;/strong&gt;practise oboe&lt;br /&gt;i went to practise oboe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when: &lt;/strong&gt;after practising for 45 min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart:&lt;/strong&gt;practise piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind:&lt;/strong&gt; go online and print homework&lt;br /&gt;i went to print homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when: &lt;/strong&gt;dinner time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart: &lt;/strong&gt;i want to eat chicken rice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind:&lt;/strong&gt;eat duck rice!!!&lt;br /&gt;i ate duck rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when:&lt;/strong&gt;after eating dinner(duh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart: &lt;/strong&gt;go practise piano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind:&lt;/strong&gt; play game.&lt;br /&gt;i went to play game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when: &lt;/strong&gt;after playing for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dajie:&lt;/strong&gt;fanny arr!!! GO PACK YOUR ROOM!!! @*Z@#*($&amp; SO MESSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart:&lt;/strong&gt;eee..die i also dont want to pack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind: &lt;/strong&gt;yalor..dun care, i'm not going to give commands to my owner's hands to pack her room!&lt;br /&gt;so...i didnt pack in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and for once! my heart and mind was telling me to do the same thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when:&lt;/strong&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heart:&lt;/strong&gt; do homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind: &lt;/strong&gt;go blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i'm blogging now...a good excuse not to do homework..when i printed out the math homework, i decided to, leave it till tomorrow then do...cause, i'm so sleepy now...i'm going to rest for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113483202293097046?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113483202293097046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113483202293097046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113483202293097046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113483202293097046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/abit-buay-connect.html' title='abit buay connect'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113475915924263309</id><published>2005-12-17T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T02:52:39.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holidays are ending!!! argh!! and guess what, my homework!!! howhowhow?! i'm SOOOO dead...forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed off today...why? because of claudia's stupid dumb ass trumpet teacher. i went with claudia to his teacher's house today(IN THE MORNING)...for those people who knows me well, you know i dont like to go out in the morning, because its my time to SLEEP. see, what a great friend am i. she said her parents didnt allow her to go alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason no.1&lt;br /&gt;her teacher is a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason no.2&lt;br /&gt;he's a malay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the end, after her "begging" or rather "nagging", i went. we had breakfast at macdonald. ate big breakfast. then went for lesson..(duh!) we met jacq on the way to her teacher's house...kk..thats not the main subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally, we reach her teacher's house. its rather weird though.. his dresscode for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st lesson&lt;br /&gt;long pants and some formal blouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd lesson&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt and long pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd lesson( I PREDICTED IT!)&lt;br /&gt;t-shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd lesson which is today..k..then claudia started playing her scales. cos that dumb guy asked her. and guess what, she didnt even warm up because that retarded teacher of hers asked her to start straight away. then the funny thing is that, he must always on his laptop and on that stupid "accompaniment" thingy which sounded like funeral music to go with claudia as she plays the scale..he said it was to help her count. to me, i think the main purpose was to make her lose count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then secondly, he on his tv while teaching claudia(it was muted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, when he demostrate the scales to claudia, he sat on his chair cross-legged..oh i almost forgot, he was cutting his nails when we reached his house, and he took like 5 mins. so rude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, all he doesnt give comments at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,HE DOESNT LOOK AT HER WHEN SHE PLAYS! (his excuse was: i dun have to look at her to know whether she plays well or not, i can always hear)&lt;br /&gt;try having lesson for an hour without the teacher looking at you...its so maddening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my eng lit book throughout the whole lesson. so after the lesson, i picked up the courage, and KINDLY...note! its KINDLY told the teacher that it will be better if he off the tv next time when she's having lesson because we dont wish that it will be a distraction or something..and guess what crap he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said"oh! its ok, sure..but the tv was for you to watch" -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what has that got to do with me?! &lt;/strong&gt;i was quietly reading my book leh!! for goodness sake. and even its for me right, you think i would want to watch a muted tv with no subtitles..and its news....crap...what kinda lame excuse is that..trying to push all the blame to me...diaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia: i dun want those accompaniment music to be on when i'm playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: its ok, you can bring your own metronome if you want, in fact, there's one in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia:ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh btw, i hope that you look at claudia when she's having lesson with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher in angry accent: oh nonono, i can always hear, cos a few glance, i will know if she's doing well or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: its a form of respect to me, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia: ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: dont give me this kinda crap. its my style of teaching and if you dont like it, you can always change a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:nonono, dont get the wrong idea, we are not saying that you're not up to standard but infact....(he cut in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: i know, but are you a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia: but she has an oboe teacher(haiz, she shldnt have mention it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: oh, so where is he from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: NUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia: he's quite good, he's from this this this, that that that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me(thinking) : so kua zhang..siao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: dont give me this kinda BULLSHIT! i'm a trumpet player, infact, an experienced one. those people who plays classical always think that they are very good, and became very snobbish..and etc...(all he was trying to express is that he's the best teacher) for me, i play all sorts of it, jazz, classical..etc.. and claudia, i have to give you my honest feedback, you are actually very lousy, you cant get your basics right and you wanna take exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me(THINKING): i was fuming mad, if claudia is as good as you, she wont need a tutor, and as a teacher, you shld always give her your most honest feedback, and she mention that she dont have to take exam so soon right, duh..of cos when she's up to standard lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:nonono, she dun have to take exam so soon, in fact..she has 4 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: her attitude is really bad, she didnt even practise and etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia: but i dont want to play jazz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher: my WAY of teaching is to get you out of your comfort zone and teach you all types of music, not only jazz..classical, i'm teaching u all sorts of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this lasted for 10 mins. debate arr..(all he was trying to say is that, SSO, SYO,etc...players are not comparable to him, because he's the best..and those SSO players only know classical, and nothing else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diaoz...its not the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were walking to northpoint, when claudia suddenly receive a phone call from mrs wong..sort of like the middle person who intro the teachers to her..and its obvious that that IDIOTIC BRAINLESS @(&lt;a href="mailto:&amp;$^@#&amp;amp;$"&gt;&amp;$^@#&amp;amp;$&lt;/a&gt;^ teacher called mrs wong..and claudia told her that he was watching tv while teaching her and stuffs like that, and requested her to find a better teacher, and she agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see lar claudia, i told you winston goh better liao, you dont believe...tsktsktsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home then..what kinda bullshit teacher is that?! i'm like so thankful for mr seow...at least he's not like that. compared to that stupid lomaikai*nickname for that teacher*, he's thousands times better..that i slept, because i woke up so early, then went out with my mummy to buy assessment books..bought like one whole pile, but i dont think i will touch them anyway.. went to visit my granny after that...hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home..and watched rainbow connection..the ending is retarded! haiz.. then mr seow became so weird, so dramatic on msn. using words like yo, phew,!!!!!.. and those weird words that you will never expect that it came from a 20+ guy..diaoz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he has a free ticket for the national piano and violin competition and asked me if i wanna go. and i said i dunno during my last lesson..and he asked me today if i bought the ticket...diaoz.. if i dont know if i want to go, will i buy? and if he has extra ticket, will i buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all he said was: i'm quite sure its already sold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah...eccentric leh..hahas..nevermind, must thank God for him...better than claudia's teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and matthew, aiyo...spy on my blog so long liao, i still dunno...haiz..shi bai...&lt;br /&gt;PS: if you happen to read this, i forgot your msn add liao, you add me ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113475915924263309?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113449346434518123</id><published>2005-12-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T01:04:24.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>form teacher</title><content type='html'>i think matthew is weird... sms me like so late. and said something like"hi tiffany, just to let you know that if you need a pair of listening ears to hear your problems, please call or sms me,ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i sounds so depress? or full of problems??? nah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.. i went out with claudia today, to school...bought school books..and met kiss slow too..haahas..then we found out our form teacher...its mr imbram...whatever his name is..i cant spell it...hahas..and 2 faith form teacher is mr cher and mdm ng...i'm like so thankful!! both of them as a form teacher??!!! oh gosh, michelle..congrats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah..going out with yinghui tmr..nono..its today..its 1am now...tsktsktsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i need to zZZZ liao...ending off here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113449346434518123?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113449346434518123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113449346434518123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113449346434518123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113449346434518123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/form-teacher.html' title='form teacher'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113432975708958978</id><published>2005-12-12T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T03:35:57.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to my grandma's house today..and played with my cousins...back then, something scary happened when i was on my way home...it was like 9 or something..i was walking towards the lift, then i saw a middle-aged man waiting for the lift too...then my instincts somehow tells me not to enter the lift with that guy. so i pretended that my house was the next block and i walked away. then i walked for quite a distance, but then, i saw that guy walking behind me again!! he's suppose to go into the lift because he pressed it.. then he catch up with me and walked infront of me..slightly faster than me.. so i changed directions..i walked towards my left..and he turned and i sort of saw him looking for something...and then, he walked towards me again...its like walking a big circle or something...and then i was near the lift again..and this time, i dun have to wait for it or something...so i ran towards the lift and pressed the button or something..then i reached home..and that stupid retarded person was like pressing and pressing when the door was closed...what a close shave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so scary..so i went home and told my mum..and then, she goes nagging and nagging again...what dangerous lar...blahblahblah...then i said it was actually quite funny..hahas..because right..if the guy wanna to prey on ppl..he shld get prettier ones...follow me? crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..still wanna thank God for his protection over me:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113432975708958978?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113432975708958978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113432975708958978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113432975708958978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113432975708958978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-to-my-grandmas-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113423683145324407</id><published>2005-12-11T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:47:15.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeeeeeee!!!(high pitch voice) why always like that??? things always gets so confusing when i go to like my sis church...i half-believe what her church says and half-not-believe... so i asked ppl like my mother my teacher...so both of them said there is really such things as tongues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in the end..i still think that there is really tongue-speaking..(though i havent experienced it) nvm..enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...i went to orchard today..ate at pizza walker..yeah..bought a new pair of shoes..but come to think of that, orchard road is so boring!! i walk over and over again, but its like all the same things...you can find like 4 shops of giodano in the same street..and like 3 roxy shops..and blahblahblah...so boring...no matter its heeren,cineleisure,centrepoint or paragon..etc..its still the same..tsk..and its like so crowded!!! but anyway, my sis says she wants to bring me out on monday..and i hope its not orchard road again..and she's like my atm..i mean for food lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm...mummy says she might no, she will give me $150 to spend on monday..not alot, but not little either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh dear...holiday homework!! how? i havent touch it yet..maybe i shall start doing tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113423683145324407?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113415135217965620</id><published>2005-12-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:49:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from camp!</title><content type='html'>just came back from church camp today. the minute when i stepped into the room, i was so tired that i lied down on my bed and slept for 5hours. though camp was tiring, nevertheless, i learnt many things from it. i enjoyed it greatly..and must thank my dajie, she sponsered me for everything. but i must say, she's kinda crazy. bought so much tibits for us...tsktsktsk... i think she spend a few hundred bucks for me liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, there were koreans there.. though we dont really understand what they are talking and vice versa, but we really enjoyed ourselves. we have to "bi shou hua jiao" to communicate, and trust me, its retarded..half the time i was just nodding and nodding my head, because i dont understand them..hahas..and they went back liao... took many pics with them..and those guys, are super cute.. at the end of the day, i just gave them a hug. and i should say, those guys are super skinny..hahas..and hea jin, i could tell that she really hated to leave..hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and met up with old friends like cherisse,felicia,nichole,oliva and etc.. could tell that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; really dislikes me.(i dont mean angela). though their church is quite big, but, people there are not as close-knitted compared to agape.. tsktsktsk...nvm..but i had great fun with them.. and they said that i was a mad woman. just because i laugh for no reasons. i still remembered when i was p6 or something, i was having lesson. then i bursted out laughing because i thought the wall looks funny, and i caught the teacher's attention.. then she asked what i was laughing about and i said"the wall looks funny". and the whole class started laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher gave me a funny expression and said that my answer is ridiculous... come to think of that, i think its ridiculous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sermon the pastor preached was great too.. i think pastor kenneth really gave answers to my doubts...as for pastor charlie, i dont understand his preaching at all..NOT at all. i couldnt catch the jokes and all i know is that...err..i think everybody's weird..laughing at something that could be so lame.."shout for joy" was the theme for the youth conference. and we should all wake up with joy(I CANT DO IT)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing. i dont really like that church because i hated the way they compare themselves to the church next to them which is paya lebar chinese methodist church.just because they ate packet food and we had buffet-style doesnt means that its pathetic or something. and pastor charlie kept saying that he felt sad for them because they are so pathetic..and just because the church is bigger, they shouldnt despise them or something because small/big church, its still house of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;and now, i'm confused.. is there really such things as tongues speaking and miracles healing? or it doesnt even existed at all. maybe its just the evil ones doing all this to make us think that miracles healing do happened... can anyone gives me answers to my doubts???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe i shall upload the photos tmr..i'm too lazy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113415135217965620?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113415135217965620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113415135217965620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113415135217965620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113415135217965620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-camp.html' title='back from camp!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113368259229735638</id><published>2005-12-04T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T15:49:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth</title><content type='html'>yeah. tonight leaving for church camp. think will be coming back on friday or saturday. and haiz, claudia is coming back tomorrow. kinda miss her craziness. this whole week has been boring without her. cant hear her voice and her constant nagging... tsk tsk tsk. and crazy teacher smsed me so early just to ask me whether i wanna go for his concert..-_-'' i thought i told him i'll be leaving for camp tonight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's youth was quite..crazy..hahas..had a long long chat with joanne. blahblahblah. and then we played some games in the youth. then pastor khoo talked abt something like the importance of winning. is it? i think what he said was very true. hahas..diaoz..duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had fellowship. zikai took the "wang wang" and ran away..must chase him like siao.. and its unfair, because his legs are longer. and teck seng kept making that popping sound...super loud! and then i think lizhu had a talk on how to play guitar. sounds like a "pro"..but i still half dun get it. why no "do re mi"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked to the mrt with matthew and jiajing. that "zilian" matthew insisted that we should take some pics. yucks. and that we have the stupid "you know secret". trust me, its very lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. JIAJING! i'm NOT noisy ok!! hmph! and you better write me a proper testimonials! if not i dont introduce you to those "chio" girls liao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of  camp= 1 week of no sleep...&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113368259229735638?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113368259229735638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113368259229735638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113368259229735638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113368259229735638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/youth.html' title='youth'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113351082317101979</id><published>2005-12-02T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:07:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.c4vct.com/kym/humor/symporch.htm"&gt;http://www.c4vct.com/kym/humor/symporch.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this website is super funny. ie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woodwind players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have IQs in the low- to mid- genius range. Nerds with coke-bottle glasses and big egos, blowers tend to be extremely quiet, cowering behind bizarre-looking contraptions -- their instruments -- so nobody will notice them. It is often doubtful they will even shake your hand for fear of permanent injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oboe players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are seriously nuts. They usually develop brain tumors from the extreme air pressure built up over the years of playing this rather silly instrument. Oboists suffer from a serious Santa Claus complex, spending all their waking hours carving little wooden toys for imaginary children, although they will tell you they are putting the finishing touches on the world's greatest reed. Oboists can't drive and always wear clothes one size too small. They all wear berets and have special eating requirements which are endlessly annoying and which are intended to make them seem somewhat special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pianists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the symphony orchestra work the least and complain the most. They have unusually large egos and, because they can only play seated, also have the biggest butts. When they make mistakes, which is more often than not, their excuse is that they have never played on that particular piano before. Oh, the poor darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the instruments, please refer to that webbie:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113351082317101979?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113351082317101979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113351082317101979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113351082317101979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113351082317101979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113350991119228915</id><published>2005-12-02T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:51:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lameness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;cant believe that holidays are actually going to be over soon... (must sleep more while i still can) i havent even started on my homework. or rather, should i say, i lost my homework...(what a l&lt;span&gt;ame excuse/&lt;em&gt;reason) &lt;/em&gt;is this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;went for the RI string ensemble last night. i think it's great. the string soloist is so....forget it, i mean pro. then went with cheryl to find michelle at the back stage. then we went into a room where those winds player are supposed to be. saw a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gay. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i couldnt help it but to laugh..kekes.. the way he spoke is.... and he came over to talk to me and ask me some stupid questions. i didnt replied, but just laugh and laugh and laugh:) and i guessed he said something like "only weird people will giggle continuously with people are asking question" and i should say that, its he "&lt;em&gt;gay accent" &lt;/em&gt;that made me laughed non-stop. its kinda lame actually:) btw, he's from RJC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;morale of story- talented people are always eccentric. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and yea! i'm going for my sis's church camp. a good &lt;em&gt;reason &lt;/em&gt;to skip lesson. i'm like soooooo happy:) no scoldings for this week. but on the other hand, it means i'll have lesser time to sleep. tsktsktsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;and what, band camp? crazy. michelle and i feels that there's actually a trap behind it. those people make it sounds like its a camp but in fact the real motive behind is that they need people like us to help out in making the souvenirs for the cca fare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;yes, i wonder why are we so smart. can read throught teacher's mind.. tsktsktsk(tiff! stop being so ego)kekes. caught the lameness virus from charles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;argh!&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/10435111-113350991119228915?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113350991119228915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113350991119228915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113350991119228915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113350991119228915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/12/lameness.html' title='lameness'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113319303301324595</id><published>2005-11-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:50:33.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like super bored right now. no shows, no games, no nothing:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should really wake up and starts doing what i'm suppose to do. ie, practising oboe, piano, doing all my homework. indeed yes, i know next  year will be a tough one. really want to thank that person for reminding me what i'm suppose to do and ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that book! purpose driven. its like so nice and it makes me understand many things that i didnt understand in the past. well, its not a self-help book...hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i read it 2 years ago. but i didnt understand. now i finally understood the meanings in it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.. quiet time now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113319303301324595?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113319303301324595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113319303301324595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113319303301324595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113319303301324595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-like-super-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113259079997023934</id><published>2005-11-22T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:33:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont understand why must there be band practise during holidays. and whats worst is that, WHY MUST IT BE SO EARLY?! its like taking away my sleep... argh! have to wake up at a freaking time which is like 7.30. crazy! i dont care alright, if i overslept and they ask me why, i'm just going to say something like i'm sick or what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yucks! i hate drills too.. ee-ew.. anyway, err.. i have yet to watch harry potter and the goblet of fire.. err, anyone wants to watch with me? give me a call or something k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;em&gt;you're more sick(you know who you are) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113259079997023934?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113259079997023934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113259079997023934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113259079997023934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113259079997023934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-understand-why-must-there-be.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113199425098956221</id><published>2005-11-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T02:50:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wonder if anyone who is in a midst of a huge quarrel, will just stop halfway and go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think yes, me.. i was quarreling with "ahem" then yes... halfway through, i went to sleep.. then i woke up with 2 new messages..then i was like"oh ya..we havent finished the fight yet" weird=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out my day with oboe lesson. i was like 20 minutes late, then i have gastric pain, so painful that i could hardly play anything, then ate the "xian dan" and rested then play, so he let me off 2 hours later... felt really bad about wasting his time because it was suppose to end at 11.20. and i think i went off at 12.20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya..then went home.. talk on the phone with wen man like for 3 hours i think..then have a stupid fight with "ahem" but its ok now.. misunderstanding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..guess, i'm going to do quiet time...then zzZZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THERE BAND TOMORROW? haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113199425098956221?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113199425098956221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113199425098956221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113199425098956221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113199425098956221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wonder-if-anyone-who-is-in-midst-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113173139039666033</id><published>2005-11-12T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:49:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can anyone tell me whats wrong with waking up at 3pm? since its holiday, i dont feel guilty or anything for sleeping till so late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up at 12+ today, just to accompany michelle for lunch..haiz..took a cab to RI to fetch her..and the cab driver was like so blur...brought me to anderson jc. then brought me to rjc then finally to RI..yes..i know rjc is next to RI..but the uncle doesnt know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i have to admit. having michelle with me at home during the holidays can be quite disastrous..she sleeps around 1 to 2am..but guess what time she wakes up?! as early as 8am...crazy... and after she wash up, which will be around 8.30...she will starts to "tiffany, wake up..i'm very hungry..lets go eat breakfast" and then for every interval of 5 mins..she will repeat that same whole thing again and again... then i would try to cover my head with the blanket, pillow,bolster and whatever i can find...and will mumble something like "what time is it?" then next will be "WHAT?! so early?!","let me sleep for another hour" and then she will be like"WHAT EARLY?! 9 liao leh!" and lucky, i create maple acc...all i have to do is to get up and key in the user and stuffs to log in..and she will sit in front of the com and starts stoning until she get lag out or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and disaster comes again..she got bored over it after a few days...and i guess she nearly set up her bassoon and practise just to wake me up..but i shouted"if you wanna get scolded by everyone..go ahead" then she stops..whine and whine..and then hit me with the pillow.. if i refuse to budge.. err..she will try until i wake up..how irritating can she get..hahas:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on lucky days when she have RI rehearsal in the morning..wohoho..i can get to sleep until 11am with no distraction..but i want it to be 3pm..so whats the reason..without michelle..people like claudia will still call me in the morning...and if you actually hear the ringtone of my phone..err..its like so loud,sudden, exciting..and , i would jump up after hearing it..and i couldnt get to sleep anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like God is trying to tell me something.. CANNOT SLEEP SO MUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz:(  why?! and maybe i shouldnt sleep so much..if not i will be late for band again...OH yes..talking about band...WHY MUST THEY HAVE DRILLS BEFORE BAND PRACT??! and WHY MUST IT BE SO FREAKING EARLY?!!! ARGH!!! cant be late, cant skip...NEAR IMPOSSIBLE LEH!!! ITS HOLIDAYS I THOUGHT?! starting from next next week..it will starts at 8.15am..so people, let me sleep till 3pm from now onwards alright? please:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh=p i'm haveing piano lesson early in the morning tomorrow..arghh!! why must it be morning again? and oboe lesson on monday morning..WHY MUST IT BE MORNING! maybe i should try changing my oboe lesson to a later time...and anyway, i doubt he can crawl up so early just to teach me too, alright..maybe he can..but i certainly cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...........piano lesson with the new teacher is indeed stressful..  she..err.. what can i say...high expectation i think... so many scales..and +exam pieces.. can die..and scales are like so scary on piano...but she's nice i think... and ya..i dun like piano...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113173139039666033?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113173139039666033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113173139039666033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113173139039666033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113173139039666033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/11/can-anyone-tell-me-whats-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113075218656761886</id><published>2005-11-01T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:51:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping =)</title><content type='html'>urm, all i can say to "somebody" is that you didnt read my post carefully.. in my previous post, i already said"FORGET ABOUT MY PREVIOUS POST(which i had already deleted) BECAUSE I WAS WRITING CRAP."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can check it out yourself if you dun believe. and actually, i'm quite happy about the comment because you know how to appreciate your parents. i admit it was my fault and none of it should be my mum's. yes.. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! went out with my er jie today. she bought me a new pair of jeans=) and i think i spend lots of her money today. watch movie, meals and etc. THANKS A LOT =) and right now, i'm just going to sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113075218656761886?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113075218656761886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113075218656761886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113075218656761886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113075218656761886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/shopping.html' title='shopping =)'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113060301043143962</id><published>2005-10-30T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:23:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah.. finally had my theory exam. and now, all i have to do is to wait for the red marks to be send back again.. i think i'm going to fail.. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the exam, i went out with wentheng. we watched flight plan and i think its so exciting!! then basically, we just walked around ps today. then we went to play xbox. and blahblahblah. we went to music essentials to look for our books.. then, went home. yesyes, i love wentheng=) dunno whether will i get a chance to see her anymore. i'm changing teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back. my erjie came today. and yeah! she promised to bring me out on monday=) wohoho.. watching another movie:)&lt;br /&gt;its such a great day afterall. and forget about my previous post. i was writing crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113060301043143962?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113060301043143962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113060301043143962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113060301043143962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113060301043143962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113016911769026365</id><published>2005-10-25T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:51:57.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just realised that Eugenia, Claudia and Debra rawk!!!hahas.. love you guys lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school for our STUPID talentime thing.. it's so stupid, stupid enough to spoil my day.. and we came up with witty answers.. or i should say debate to win angela... so irritating... so what if we went there late?? does it makes a difference? its supposed to be a HOLIDAY!!! and some people didnt even bother to go, and you said they will &lt;em&gt;get it &lt;/em&gt;tmr.. urm..you mean getting some scoldings from mr tan?? i think it should be the vice versa. and yes. he doesnt even bother, so why should we bother too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so what if you people are the monitors? does that mean that you can shout at us and calling us names like asshole, no brains etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Eugenia thought of something to sort of ding cui with them "of cos we have asshole right? its better to have it if not it will be like you, having  shit coming out from your mouth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and who's the one who have no brains and dont understand how to calculate?? WE DIDNT FAIL FOR ANY MATH TEST! BUT YOU DID, AND WORSE STILL, YOU GOT SINGLE DIGIT FOR IT.. one word- pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so what if we dun go school? there's nothing you can do right...forget about these stupid people... oh yes.. we went ice-skating after that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch in pizza hut and we saw meichi and amanda outside the restaurent.. asked them in and have a small talk among ourselve=) then we went for the real ice-skating.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenia- she was so scared that she will fall or something, and she did.. but yes, she managed to skate pretty well after that=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debra- SHE CAN SKATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claudia- the pro among us.. but of cos, its our first time but to her its like the 4th time i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had so much fun until some extra idiots like qiaowei, dorothy and that pink idiot appear.. yes. &lt;em&gt;we cant stand them and they cant stand us too. &lt;/em&gt;so irritating, trying to show off that they can skate when actually they cant. cutting into our ways and pushing us suddenly.. i was like : WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM? and yes.. we are not fu*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, we cut into theirs too... and guess what? i think we can skate better than those 3 idiots.. then after such long long time.. we went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leg cramp arr!*&lt;br /&gt; PERFECT DAY AFTERALL! if not for the stupid talentime thing, argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. eugenia. i want that photo we took.. sent it to me=) thanks=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113016911769026365?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113016911769026365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113016911769026365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113016911769026365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113016911769026365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-realised-that-eugenia-claudia-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-113008885912145056</id><published>2005-10-24T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:34:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;why did Jesus create hell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) its a penalty for us&lt;br /&gt;2) to show his sacrifice for us&lt;br /&gt;3) to show us how serious sins is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If Jesus can forgive everyone, why not Lucifer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ans: i have no idea, i guess you will have to ask Jesus yourself when you see him in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-113008885912145056?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/113008885912145056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=113008885912145056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113008885912145056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/113008885912145056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-did-jesus-create-hell-1-its.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112991668925147896</id><published>2005-10-22T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T01:44:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH! i think mr cher is so irritating. he request for the excuse letter and i gave it to him(with my mum's signature) and guess what? he gave me the "are-you-lying" looks. and said that he is going to call my mum. i was like"call lar! she's going to tell you the same thing anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah! there's no school on monday. i'm so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a boring day today. i've got nothing to blog about except for the incident written above.. AND THATS NOT A HAPPY ONE IN FACT.. haiz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112991668925147896?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112991668925147896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112991668925147896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112991668925147896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112991668925147896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/argh-i-think-mr-cher-is-so-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112982360176900821</id><published>2005-10-21T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:53:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it my fault if you people dont like me?&lt;br /&gt;urm..NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a shallow thinking of you all..&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;band really sucks to the core!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112982360176900821?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112982360176900821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112982360176900821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112982360176900821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112982360176900821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-it-my-fault-if-you-people-dont-like.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112948037617261161</id><published>2005-10-17T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:32:57.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes yes kiss slow(wen man).. i am so full of crap.. yaya:) i think eugenia is also full of crap.. and crappier than me..hahas=p i'm sick of tomorrow.. really feel like lazing around at home and do NOTHING!! and SLEEP the whole day.. besides, i dont even know if there is even lesson... i thought its enrichment week? urm, dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and urm, i think sunday is so BORING.. because i must rush from lesson to lesson.. eew..nothing interesting happen much today:( except for the fact that my oboe teacher kept having tummyache:) INTERESTING:)OH YES!! and found out the name of that the &lt;em&gt;shuai4&lt;/em&gt; oboist i've been talking about..he is Zhang Yu..*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my piano teacher kept stealing my lollipop!!!! she stole 3 without my knowing.. and her daughter took 2 , wentheng and rachel took 2 each.. and there goes my whole packet of lollipops :( and she actually said " its ok to make mistakes but its not ok to repeat mistakes".. exact same phrase copied from oboe teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame...and wentheng.. no comments..  still as weird as ever:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! claudia called while she was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bathing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and we talked for long long long time:) so happy.. except for the water noise that she made during the conversation.. then we end the conversation because my da jie pester me to go and bathe...i think she couldnt stand the noise i make..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to end my boring day by urm.. blogging???&lt;br /&gt;so sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like to sleep, maybe thats because its the only time i can dream.. i like happy dreams:) and thats the only time when you can escape reality and enter a world of my own..yes..i hate facing reality though we have to:(&lt;br /&gt;so now, i'm going to have my beauty sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112948037617261161?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112948037617261161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112948037617261161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112948037617261161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112948037617261161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-yes-kiss-slowwen-man.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112939560346628443</id><published>2005-10-16T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:00:03.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, its saturday today and i kept thinking that i've forgotten about something really important, and i just cant tell what is it!! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started out my day by going to dhoby ghaut and &lt;em&gt;actually &lt;/em&gt;wanted to get my theory test paper when i realised that the whole yamaha was actually bitten off.. i should say, urm, disappear and only left yamaha MUSIC SCHOOL!! argh!! wasted my trip there.. so i walked to music essentials and bought the test paper... and what?! $18 for year 2003+2004.. fine, anyway, its not my money, why should i care??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to youth..and lydia kept complaining to me about her school band, yeah, i think it sucks too having a conductor like him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! band resume next tuesday and my seniors are coming back. sort of miss them actually:) and maybe i should get some chocolates again to welcome them back.. urr..i think i'm lame -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then youth was fun!!! think so... besides sharing about that "shuai4 ge" or "shuai1 ge".. whatever is it.. i think its fun seeing them after such long long time.. and i cant believe i actually said" age doesnt matter" ARGH!! forget it:( and i think zikai's t-shirt looks nice.. interesting design..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it just ended, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EARLIER &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;than i expected... haiz.. went home after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA!! i remember liao!!! tomorow i have oboe lesson!!!AH!! i havent practised it for like 13 days..(i counted)never even touch it...i'm totally dead!! i hate to make him angry because urm, its really scary:( i even have nightmares because of his scolding and i never dared to repeat the same mistakes again.. *chills down my spine*  all right, i shall wake up EXTRA early to practise and the most i take a cab to his place to have extra time to practise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. reminder&lt;br /&gt;`birthday present for dajie,twins and marie&lt;br /&gt;`savings for my new bag,shoes and jeans&lt;br /&gt;`study hard&lt;br /&gt;`and urm, i forgot..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112939560346628443?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112939560346628443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112939560346628443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112939560346628443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112939560346628443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/yes-its-saturday-today-and-i-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112931266186913085</id><published>2005-10-15T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:57:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, what is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;teachers are always right, students are always wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i must bear in mind this phrase too!in order not to get into anymore troubles.forgive and forget-&lt;strong&gt;(ITS DIFFICULT)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i want you to be there for me, you're not.&lt;br /&gt;when i thought that you are truly nice,you're not&lt;br /&gt;when i thought happiness was to be taken for granted, its not&lt;br /&gt;when i thought all the answers were "yes", its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why must it be in this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it really pains me to see it happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave me alone and it will be your greatest help to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/10435111-112931266186913085?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112931266186913085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112931266186913085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112931266186913085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112931266186913085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-what-is-it.html' title='love, what is it?'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112919283548047198</id><published>2005-10-14T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T16:40:35.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urm</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If people are boastful or jealous, thank God that you dont have such vices. Do not internalise their vices by talking about them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i must bear in mind this phrase.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112919283548047198?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112919283548047198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112919283548047198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112919283548047198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112919283548047198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/urm.html' title='urm'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112879389747021805</id><published>2005-10-09T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:53:51.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that oboist!!! so handsome.. but whats his name??! and is he still SAA??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;SAA-single and available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm.. and i got a new nickname.. i'm called pope tiff.. sounds so disgusting right? dont understand why he calls me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. so happy today!! i finished all my homework for once..&lt;br /&gt;so free to do whatever thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're so far yet so near&lt;br /&gt;when can i ever see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLAUDIA and that CELLIST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are they really fated??&lt;br /&gt;met twice on that 2 different concert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!! not fated because too old liao..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stick back to your same old lover lar...(wenman)&lt;br /&gt;man- very man... take her lar k? wenman very nice.. and a good violinist too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and claudia.. that pizza is in-eatable(thats what michelle calls it).. got tummyach leh....and what.. my sore eyes not cured yet!! get prepare to get the virus from me...enough of your strong immune system..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112879389747021805?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112879389747021805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112879389747021805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112879389747021805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112879389747021805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-oboist-so-handsome.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112861362574235277</id><published>2005-10-07T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T23:47:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urm, its 11.30 at night now and i cant get to sleep..probably too excited to return back to school!! YEAH!! and poor michelle, caught the sore eyes virus from me and well, probably have to spend her weekends at home with her sore eyes.. and i really really hope miss gwee will give me a chance to finish my art piece..(but guess not, after the BAD BAD BAD impression i plastered in her mind" haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i have 2 piece of math homework which i have yet to complete because i dont know how to do.. claudia will be helping me tmr! yeah:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..i'm going to prepare for tomorrow sch..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112861362574235277?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112861362574235277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112861362574235277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112861362574235277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112861362574235277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/urm-its-11.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112853032761204910</id><published>2005-10-06T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:38:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert</title><content type='html'>haiz.. went for concert just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regretted going because my eyes got worse... but glad that i go because its nice! i think its nicer than the thomas hetch's piano recital cos that was so dry.. solo piano is a good cure for those who cant sleep well at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the last part most.. when all the 13 instruments played together.. nice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and realised that claudia likes to put words into my mouth.. DUN like you liao:(  but of cos, both of us have the same interest.. for eg. urm, laughing like mad together in the pack mrt train and make everyone of the passengers stare at us in a weird manner.. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what, bet she must have felt super bored because i wasnt in school with her for 2 days..+tmr=3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the concert, we saw a group of stringers from nanyang academy of arts ( something like that lar).. then we saw the same cellist that we saw last week.. and claudia have a major crush on him.. as in major crush on his looks.. and i think the one who was playing the viola looks better... hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what.. i dun have to go to school tmr again cos i have yet to recover.. thats miserable.. really.. i would rather go school and talk to my friends again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112853032761204910?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112853032761204910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112853032761204910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112853032761204910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112853032761204910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/concert_06.html' title='concert'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112849170539758452</id><published>2005-10-06T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:40:19.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert</title><content type='html'>i'm so excited right now!! i am going to the concert later!! yeah!! with my sore eyes.. URG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for 3 days and i havent recover.. stupid sore eyes...but its good actually.. i can skip school and ms nair boring lesson!! and chinese lit of course! didnt practise my oboe for the whole week.. if not i think my eyes will pop out of the sockets!! disgusting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what?!wenman got sore eyes too! cos i pass it to her.. sorry wenman(kiss slow).. and what! those people watch stairway to heaven in mep r0om when i was not around?! unfair!! and who says only aunties watch korean dramas? how about those &lt;strong&gt;UNCLES &lt;/strong&gt;who got nothing else better to do and watch korean dramas and even call us AUNTIES just because we watch them too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdo:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet you people must be thinking why i cant go school but can go for concert? urm because concert is more fun than staring at the board for 7 hours and + the teachers horrible voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112849170539758452?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112849170539758452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112849170539758452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112849170539758452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112849170539758452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/concert.html' title='concert'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112839353019034530</id><published>2005-10-04T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:38:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eew</title><content type='html'>sore eyes sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112839353019034530?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112839353019034530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112839353019034530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112839353019034530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112839353019034530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/eew.html' title='eew'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112819220253803303</id><published>2005-10-01T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T02:43:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>someone send me a very funny link and urm.. it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5755.com/jjs99/HAHA/3/22.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.5755.com/jjs99/HAHA/3/22.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 3 pigs and 1 wolf... NOT THAT LAME STORY but a funny one new version.. WAHAHAS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. bought the tickets for wed's night concert..claud,kiss slow, mel, mich and cheryl are going with me!! yeah!! and watch a really old show titled" a pianist"(2002).. it was really touching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happen much today... as usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112819220253803303?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112819220253803303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112819220253803303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112819220253803303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112819220253803303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112810243998156816</id><published>2005-10-01T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T01:47:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its really nice this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;went for Thomas Hecht piano recital last night.. he was wearing &lt;em&gt;somehow &lt;/em&gt;like a priest but nevertheless, he looks GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at first, it was quite boring. maybe because a music idiot like me doesnt know how to appreciate slow songs.. from barrock period..but after that it was like WOOW!! he was very expressive. and he seems like he is not holding a performance for us, but for himself. he was enjoying the music that he played on that grand piano. and his head sway from side to side and when there's a pause or something, he lifts his both hands up and leave it dangling in the air for a while and then slams the piano in a undescrible manner.. AMAZING. if only i can play like him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ya, its true that even if he makes a mistake or something, we wont be able to tell.. we did hear something that was like "crashing" or it sort of SOUNDED like a slip but who knows whether he did that on purpose or its just the flavour of the music.. then it was intermission. yinghui, ilyna and me went down cause they wanted to go toilet.. then we saw mr wong with a lady. didnt even expected him to go for the concert.. then after intermission.. he played toccata giocasa followed by &lt;strong&gt;pictures at an Exhibition&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Modest Mussorgsky(1839-1881)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wonderhow can people doze off when he was playing that?!its like the main course of the concert..&lt;br /&gt; interesting!! and now, by hook or by crook i'm going to get the scores..yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little information about Modest Mussorgsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;his mother gave him piano lessons, and at nine he played a Field concerto before an audience in his parents' house. In 1852 he entered the Guards' cadet school in St Petersburg. Although he had not studied harmony or composition, in 1856 he tried to write an opera; the same year he entered the Guards. In 1857 he met Dargomïzhsky and Cui, and through them Balakirev and Stasov. He persuaded Balakirev to give him lessons and composed songs and piano sonalas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In 1858 Mussorgsky passed through a nervous or spiritual crisis and resigned his army commission. A visit to Moscow in 1859 fired his patriotic imagination and his compositional energies, but although his music began to enjoy public performances his nervous irritability was not entirely calmed. The emancipation of the serfs in March 1861 obliged him to spend most of the next two years helping manage the family estate; a symphony came to nothing and Stasov and Balakirev agreed that 'Mussorgsky is almost an idiot'. But he contiuned to compose and in 1863-6 worked on the libretto and music of an opera, Salammbô, which he never completed. At this time he served at the Ministry of Communications and lived in a commune with five other young men who ardently cultivated and exchanged advanced ideas about art, religion, philosophy and politics. Mussorgsky's private and public lives eventually came into conflict. In 1865 he underwent his first serious bout of dipsomania (probably as a reaction to his mother's death that year) and in 1867 he was dismissed from his post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mussorgsky spent summer 1867 at his brother's country house at Minkino, where he wrote, among other things, his first important orchestral work, St. John's Night on the Bare Mountain. On his return to St. Petersburg in the autumn Mussorgsky, like the other members of the Balakirev-Stasov circle (ironically dubbed the 'Mighty Handful'), became interested in Dargomïzhsky's experiments in operatic naturalism. Early in 1869 Mussorgsky re-entered government service and, in more settled conditions, was able to complete the original version of the opera Boris Godunov. This was rejected by the Mariinsky Theatre and Mussorgsky set about revising it. In 1872 the opera was again rejected, but excerpts were performed elsewhere and a vocal score published. The opera committee finally accepted the work and a successtul production was mounted in February 1874. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile Mussorgsky had begun work on another historical opera, Khovanshchina, at the same time gaining promotion at the ministry. Progress on the new opera was interrupted partly because of unsettled domestic circumstances, but mainly because heavy drinking left Mussorgsky incapable of sustained creative effort. But several other compositions belong to this period, including the song cycles Sunless and Songs and Dances of Death and the Pictures at an Exhibition, for piano, a brilliant and bold series inspired by a memorial exhibition of drawings by his friend Victor Hartmann. Ideas for a comic opera based on Gogol's Sorochintsy Fair also began to compete with work on Khovanshchina; both operas remained unfinished at Mussorgsky's death. During the earlier part of 1878 he seems to have led a more respectable life and his director at the ministry even allowed him leave for a three-month concert tour with the contralto Darya Leonova. After he was obliged to leave the government service in January 1880, Leonova helped provide him with employment and a home. It was to her that he tumed on 23 February 1881 in a state of nervous excitement, saying that there was nothing left for him but to beg in the streets; he was suffering from alcoholic epilepsy. He was removed to hospital, where he died a month later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many of Mussorgsky's works were unfinished, and their editing and posthumous publication were mainly carried out by Rimsky-Korsakov, who to a greater or lesser degree 'corrected' what Mussorgsky had composed. Boris Godunov, in particular, was reshaped and repolished, with drastic cuts, wholesale rewriting and rescoring, insertion of new music and transposition of scenes. It was only many years later that, with a return to the composer's original drafts, the true nature of his rough art could be properly understood, for Mussorgsky shared with some of the painters of his day a disdain for formal beauty, technical polish and other manifestations of 'art for art's sake'. His desire was to relate his art as closely as possible to life, especially that of the Russian masses, to nourish it on events and to employ it as a means for communicating human experience. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;there will be one more concert coming up on next wed(5 oct)  its The conservatory Winds (chamber series) featuring students performing an exhilarating programme ranging from wind quartets,quintets to octets. will be conducted by Zhang Jin Min..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;yes..$6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&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/10435111-112810243998156816?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112810243998156816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112810243998156816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112810243998156816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112810243998156816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-really-nice-this-week-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112757901689196972</id><published>2005-09-25T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:23:36.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isnt it strange?</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange how a 20 dollar bill seems like such a large amount when you donate it to church, but such a small amount when you go shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how 2 hours seem so long when you're at church, but how short they seem when you're watching a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange that you can't find a word to say when you're praying, but you have no trouble thinking what to talk about with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of the Bible, but how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone wants front-row-tickets to concerts or games, but they do whatever is possible to sit at the last row in Church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isn't it strange how we need to know about a Church event for 2-3 weeks ahead so we can include it in our agenda, but we can adjust our agenda for other events in the last minute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Isn't it strange how difficult it is to learn one fact about God and share it with others, but how easy it is to learn, understand, extend and repeat gossip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how we believe everything that magazines and newspapers say, but we question the words in the Bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it strange how everyone wants a place in Heaven, but they don't want to believe, do, or say anything to get there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that you've read this message, I hope you will share it with others...even those you don't call them a friend....because there may be someone that needs God in their life...WE ALL DO! Please bless someone else today by being kind and behaving with a? loving heart. Let someone see how much you love God. We should all be more humble and love others the way Christ did. And please remember:"When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112757901689196972?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112757901689196972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112757901689196972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112757901689196972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112757901689196972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/isnt-it-strange.html' title='isnt it strange?'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112749884401944448</id><published>2005-09-24T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T02:07:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 1.30am now and i am not asleep..partly because i want to wait till i am too tired to walk to the room so i can sleep well.. i think that channel u show is so scary..makes no sense at all and all those people just died for no reason..and died in a way that it is so "grossly urm..dunnowhat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one girl died with no jaw!!! eew!! i nearly puked.. and my mum who was watching with me got no reaction.. and i started screaming everytime i think its scary.. and i can see my mother was pretty annoyed by me, she asked me to shut up and said that my sis and all are sleeping and i shall spare a thought for them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confession&lt;br /&gt;and anyway, sorry cheryl, i thought it may be a good idea for both of us to combine and play.. but in fact, thats actually a bad idea.. and i knew its ridiculous when i passed and you have to do a retest.. and + the embarrassment it costs you.. sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i will think to myself...am i a "bad influence" to my friends or my friends are "bad influence" to themself..ya, its true a good child will never submit to bad influence and blame it on the child if they get influence by others, good or bad.. it still depends on themself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and recently, that friend's mother feel that i am teaching them bad stuffs and her results suffer because she mix with me. and i was like: what! why cant i say that your child is the one teaching me the bad stuffs.. ridiculous right?! and they think that i am dumb just because i always sleep in class. but in fact, what is dumb to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; dumb=Conspicuously unintelligent; stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what is stupid to you? and what does it means to be clever?? you said that raffles girls are smart, so you are trying to say those people studying in neighbourhood school are dumb lar! and if you think that that daughter of yours is smart, why isnt she in raffles? wow, then more than half of singapore population must be dumb for their whole life because they are somehow classified under "stupid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, you wanna compare results is it? so what if she got extra pathetic 1% more than me.  why not send her for a EQ test, i would really wanna see how both of your will fail.. badly?pathetically?ridiculously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what is this world coming to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really dun know why i feel sad for this kinda people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112749884401944448?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112749884401944448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112749884401944448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112749884401944448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112749884401944448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112706119832916594</id><published>2005-09-19T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:33:18.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!</title><content type='html'>its handel not bach..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have forgotten to return you that bach piece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but next time please be more direct and tell me can? to think i actually went home and check.. and i kept thinking that its Handel and not bach and ponder over why you said it was bach.. and took such long time to realise that you were hinting me to return you the Bach piece.. Bach is the one that i forgot to return you... yes.. i admit that i am slow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and quite forgetful also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if werent for michelle's reminder, i wouldnt even think of the piece that i've forgotten to return you.. haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry then :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i finally realised why my inference skills test got such marks..maybe i'll just need some extra training from some people.. weird:)&lt;br /&gt;yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;for no reasons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i dont know why too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112706119832916594?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112706119832916594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112706119832916594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112706119832916594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112706119832916594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeah.html' title='yeah!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112697808943833275</id><published>2005-09-17T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:28:09.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yippie</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;                                         YIPPIE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112697808943833275?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112697808943833275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112697808943833275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112697808943833275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112697808943833275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/yippie.html' title='yippie'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112689011697572707</id><published>2005-09-16T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:01:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>huh</title><content type='html'>yes, michelle.. i'm feeling exactly the same thing as you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreading to go for lesson too.. last week cheryl lim was there, thats why i was sorta protected...but now, haiz..i dunno.. and i think i was really rude too.. asking something like: "hey, i suspect my pink book is at your house..right??" i bet he must be thinking.. afterall i am still you teacher, please show me some respect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..maybe its just what i am thinking... and ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;dont like me.. but i dont care.. so? your comments is nothing to me.. though you kept quiet but i knew that in your heart you must be thinking..why am i so annoying and stuffs like that.. i dont care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. mep theory test next week.. i guess thats the only thing to pull my marks up now.. WORK HARD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm.. i really have nothing to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so TTFN:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112689011697572707?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112689011697572707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112689011697572707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112689011697572707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112689011697572707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/huh.html' title='huh'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112670421948452204</id><published>2005-09-15T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:41:43.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS THIS?</title><content type='html'>its wednesday and i just kept thinking that its friday, whats wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand something, why some people are just out to make you feel miserable when you have done nothing wrong. when i open my mouth to speak, you think its irritating. when i shut up, you think i am weird. when i am fast, you think i'm proud. when i am slow, you think that i'm idiot. when i laughs, you thinks its horrid. it just seems that there is nothing i can do to make you feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its not my fault or something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey wenman, thanks for completing my math homework, without you i am certainly dead :) love you to the core..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks claudia for being such great friend, no matter what others think of you doesnt matters :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, CLAUDIA.. lydia, if you are reading this, claudia is really nice..ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of cos my friends...thanks for being there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a recap on what happen monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the only thing i remembered was the horrifying MEP test. i really did practised!! and i didnt make so many mistakes when i was practising,really.. but i just dont know why i just cant play well during the exam. its always like that.. and ya, grade 6 ABRSM exam, urm, i think i would rather die than seeing one angmoh listening to the stuffs that i plays.. i am rather confident that i would fail badly.. forget it, i think mr wong is rather nice, gave me chance to restart and ask me to take my time and calm now.. i was like: wow, is that him? i always thought that he is cold and didnt care much about others, but i guess i was wrong. maybe i am just too used to him being sacarstic and stuffs like that..nice teacher in fact :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had our last GEOG common test, and i think i failed..seriously serious.. but who cares? in the end, we will still have to die and go to heaven right? and whats the point of studying geog when i dont even intend to take geog as one of my subject for O level. and miss lai, wow! she contributed SOOO much to the band especially for the sec one squad. does she knows what it feels like having to study near midnight and the next day we still have to go to school so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the desalination plant thing was a FAILURE.. total FAILURE.. i guess the PM didnt even notice our presence.. and i thought there is suppose to be a harp prodigy and one more band playing? how come it seems to me like we are the only idiots that accepted the &lt;em&gt;good opportunity&lt;/em&gt; to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today..&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired... i bet i will be drooling all over my table during miss nair's lesson tomorrow..the way she speaks is really &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;monotone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and thats scary..it just means that i will have a higher chance of falling asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOAL FOR THIS TERM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`study hard for the coming math common test, mep test, english test&lt;br /&gt;`finish all homework and try my best not to provoke anybody&lt;br /&gt;`and of cos! not sleeping in class&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112670421948452204?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112670421948452204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112670421948452204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112670421948452204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112670421948452204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-is-this.html' title='WHAT IS THIS?'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112628567699579866</id><published>2005-09-10T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:07:57.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry marie, i am not avoiding you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its really packed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday-&lt;br /&gt;i got piano lesson+my uncompleted homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday-&lt;br /&gt;church+oboe lesson(its enough to fill my day if you dont mind going out at 6pm+)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday-&lt;br /&gt;school+some band rehearsal thingy at tuas(i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday-&lt;br /&gt;the main thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of the days you are not free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not entirely my fault right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now: trying to finish my stupid math senario...its dumb, and i would have left it rotting at the pile of worksheets+books if its not friday today..it just means that i only have 2 more days to complete my 3 extension.. and chatting with my oboe teacher on msn who thinks that i am petty about what he wears. i merely requested to tell me more about himself because he said that i dont know him well...(old people like him just dont understand what i am trying to say) but, its kinda fun having him as a teacher=) nagging and nagging like my mum..interesting.. hahas..and of course, updating my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it..i shall start on my chinese composition before having my sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112628567699579866?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112628567699579866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112628567699579866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112628567699579866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112628567699579866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry-marie-i-am-not-avoiding-you.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112619509333817652</id><published>2005-09-09T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:58:13.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had band today and it was HORRID!!played for nearly 4 hours.. Mr potato head let us off 1/2 hour later..i dread going for band when it SCHOOL HOLIDAYS!! i am supposed to have my beauty sleep at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr wong reminded us that we got mep exam on monday..haiz..i have a bad feeling about that..i hate examiners!! really!! i guessed i got a phobia of them.. reminds me of how i would sob after each piano exam &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;that i have taken...and i remembered after the last mep exam, i was so relieved, its like a burden off my shoulder.. &lt;div&gt;but urm, i think mr wong is quite nice BESIDES for the fact that he is very sacarstic and blunt... but actually sometimes i am also like that..so,nevermind..=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway..yup, thats not the main point..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the main point is-----its thursday and i have yet to complete 1% of my homework, gonna die a terrible death..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, thats not the main point too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;urm...the main point is that, i hate school..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112619509333817652?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112619509333817652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112619509333817652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112619509333817652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112619509333817652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/had-band-today-and-it-was-horridplayed.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112611543999473960</id><published>2005-09-08T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T01:50:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in a really really good mood today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cheryl lim's house to practise for the duet for the music test..and it seems to me that we are really really bad in rhythm..or corrdination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it, its a failure anyway.. but i am not going to give up trying, I AM NOT EASILY DISHEARTENED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home and zzzZZZ again.. anyway, felt really happy because my mum bought the stairway to heaven vcds!! so exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, changing blogskins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr got band pract... i am wondering. is this a real holiday??!! and i hope some people wont just appear out of nowhere and send me laughing like mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112611543999473960?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112611543999473960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112611543999473960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112611543999473960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112611543999473960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-really-really-good-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112576478156725803</id><published>2005-09-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:26:21.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>loving others can be so easy yet so difficult. its so true! i wonder how can god love all people despites their weaknesses.. its really  hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wong zijin... i didnt know that you are such a hypocrite if not for the thing that happened today...i know i got lower than you for ppr but so? who cares? all i know is that i got more friends than you.. something that you lack of...TRUE FRIENDS...and now i realised that i shouldnt even doubt claudia in the first place...its true when she told me that zijin was the one doing all the bad stuffs and i just didnt believed her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and zijin kept critisizing that my dresscode,pencil case, wallet, hairstyle etc sucks..now then i realised that the one who sucks badly is not me but you...its suppose to be something about sports..you dress as though you are going for a funeral?(fine! you think its formal).. but its suppose to be CASUAL.. and urm, take a look at your pencil case+wallet, urm, i think i made the right choice of getting this type of stuffs.. talking about hairstyle? urm, you know that you have high forehead and you still kept this kinda hairstyle..showing off something that make you look disgusting?! yucks! i think i shall get you a wig for your birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you never guessed that when claudia was talking to you, i was actually there listening to every single word that you said..wow.. (how not true is that!) and you actually thought that claudia was on your side? dream on..who are you? tell me! who are you to deserve such good treatment from claudia? and of course, who do you think claudia sides? arent you too naive to think that she meant what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, thinking of changing me? transforming me into a better person? did you mean BETTER as in not even having a true friend at all? urm, and i dont wished to be a new me..i want to be the now me..*what am i typing? its crap* i think you are the one that badly need a transformation.. and talking about self pity? wahaha..should i laugh? you mean i pity myself for having so many friends, pity myself for being a true friends unto others, pity myself for having better taste than you? urm, i should really have a good laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, you said that i was trying to say as if as i was the victim? urm, i think this status suit you better.. while you were complaining to claudia, you are already a 100% dumb idiot who was the victim and self pitying yourself at the same time..should i be jealous of you for being such dumb idiot? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you even went to tell your mum and your mum wanted to scold me? like mother like daughter! the first time i met her i knew that she wasnt a good mother..self pitying yourself for having such mother? your mum teaches you how to take revenge and being so scheming? i am so thankful to god that i didnt have such mother! yucks! urm, actually your mum is like an idiot too? trying to teach other people's child when she couldnt even teach her own child properly...is this some kinda joke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self control...i must work on that..i felt like slapping you real hard and wanted you to wake up from you unrealistic world.. if you continue to be like this, the whole class will still hates you and you cant blame anyone for that..wake up!wake up! you already got on my last nerve and this is disastrous..so sorry, i am not gonna accept you as my friend until i become GOD..which is not possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, something i really thought that it was too ridiculous..you told claudia that I &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU BECAUSE  I WILL HAVE NO OTHER FRIENDS..  &lt;/strong&gt;its simply too ridiculous..lets see who cant survive without each other! but its obvious..you are so pathetic until you have to loot friends from me..but so sad, you failed to do so.. i am so sorry, i guess you will have to be alone again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: DO NOT MIND WHAT I JUST WROTE, ITS JUST A WAY TO VENT MY ANGER, ITS BETTER THAN SLAPPING HER RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112576478156725803?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112576478156725803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112576478156725803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112576478156725803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112576478156725803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/loving-others-can-be-so-easy-yet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112550541034719575</id><published>2005-09-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T22:51:37.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the maid</title><content type='html'>teachers' day celebration was quite fun.. espescially the award presentation part..*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant believe that mr seth tan won for the enthu thingy.. ya, enthu in his girlfriend you mean? and for mr manhunt, its super obvious its mr ho.. and mr stylo milo goes to mr wong? and i think he walked in a weird way to get the prize, miss stylo milo goes to MISS NAIR!! i think she deserves it..hahas=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is total crap=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went out with marie to junction8.. watched &lt;strong&gt;THE MAID&lt;/strong&gt;!! so scary.. i ended up pulling marie's sleeves. and though i am more daring(not really lar)..but when it comes to horror movies, i admit defeat.. but it was quite exciting though... throughout the whole movie, i was one of the few who kept screaming and ya, nearly back out halfway..and now, i couldnt get to sleep partly because of this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took neoprints..and i thought i looked stupid..but nevermind..went home after the movie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.. i cant stand people who are so desperate to show off themselves when they are not even good at all...(claudia agrees with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice day, gonna enjoy my holiday tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need to clarify something to lydia and joanne + youth!! it wasnt a DATE!! it was just a normal dinner..stop making fun of me please...and thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy teachers' day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112550541034719575?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112550541034719575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112550541034719575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112550541034719575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112550541034719575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/09/maid.html' title='the maid'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112516104439942001</id><published>2005-08-27T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:44:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy day</title><content type='html'>there is really nothing to blog about, so i will just say one of the things that made me happy and one that made me mad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up real late and went for oboe lesson..and i am so glad that i didnt get chided by him.. he couldnt have read my blog right? but nevermind.. maybe he is just in good mood. he kept saying that everything was good and well-practised when i didnt even practised.. and i myself knew how many mistakes i made.. actually i should get scolded, but i just dun know why..and maybe i should start calling him pastor seow again..always preaching...so thankful that i didnt get scolded :) and i dont understand what exam and stuffs he is talking about, i think he is weird.. but heez, as long as dont get scolded can liao=p and that panyun's reed is not UNPLAYABLE!!! he kept saying that it is unplayable because thinks it hard..and even said that he was suprised why i can play on that reed...and my "dunnowhat reed case? i heard (jiapalang)" because its spoilt...its not my fault k? anyway..heez, got to practise real hard this week, so i wont regret=p and yup, i lost my tuner...really cant find it..but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went for dinner.. its actually to celebrate my birthday but things turned out uglier than i expected.. my grandma+grandpa+family members+sis's boyfriend+uncle+aunt and ONE OLD HAG went for the dinner..and who on earth is that old hag? he is just my grandpa's sister.. and ya..why i hate her so much? two reasons- she is a hypocrite and she TALKS ALOT, ASKS ALOT, NAGS ALOT.. the other time when she went for my sister's birthday party. i brought michelle along and ya..LONG STORY and i would prefer to say it out so those who wanna know please ask me..anyway, she just nag as though as its her business..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today when my dad went to fetch her, she sat as though as it was her car and started splashing saliva all over us..then she started talking to me, and in order for me not to flare up, i kept quiet and ignore her &lt;em&gt;though i really feel like strangling her! &lt;/em&gt;and her mouth didnt get to rest for the whole journey. then dinner came, i didnt want to sit beside her.. so my grandpa sat beside me.. and ya, and i wonder where are all her table manners? she used her fingers to get the ice out when she didnt even wash her filthy hands. then she even had the cheeks to ask us who wants the remaining ices because she cant take too much of it..I WAS LIKE-EEW! kkz..then the food came, she started eating like pig..stuff herself like she never eat before, talk with her mouth full of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop about the dinner part, i will ruin her reputation and i would really want to do so, but..nvm.. then after dinner, she expected us to drive her back..so we did..while waiting for my father to drive his car out from the carpark, then she started talking about fillial..or whatever you call that..  then she asked me to listen to her crap by saying that the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; way you can be fillial to your parents is by giving them MONEY!!&lt;strong&gt; HEY!! THATS NOT THE &lt;em&gt;ONLY WAY&lt;/em&gt;!! &lt;/strong&gt;so i turned to my mum and said in english: WHY SHE TALK SO MUCH ARR? WONT SHE GET TIRED OF IT? then she immediately said in hokkien: hey, i may look as if as i dun understand english, but i do understand a little bit ok?! then i turned to her and said: but you really talk too much crap, arent i right? if you dont like it you can leave..then my mum sort of told me off and said that i am too rude&lt;em&gt;..(but actually i know she cant stand her too! hahas.. then my mum just pretended that she was scolding me when i knew that in her heart, she thinks that its good for me to be blunt:)) &lt;/em&gt;hahas..then she went on by saying that i got into the bad company and became rude and one whole chunk of bullshit when my mum knew that she really got on my LAST NERVE! and on manners if she really wants to talk about it, she should at least give me a birthday present when she didnt..she just went there for FREE DINNER..BTH(bui tahan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like to be blunt and i am blunt, so if you dun like it, i cant help it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! i am changing piano teacher! the current one is too LOUSY...so getting a better one..maybe approaching trevor sze will be good because he used to be from SSO..but depends on the price..it think he is good but his price is even better:) and maybe i cant even afford it..yeah! anyway my mum says that she will buy me an oboe after i get a grade 5 oboe ABRSM certificate..hey..its real, she doesnt make empty promises(only on rare occasion) and she wont play over this matter because she knew i took her words for real. i intend to print out a form and make her sign on it, and make it seems like a contract..wohoho..am i funny? i am really doing that..right after blogging..and she cant break it because the ocnsequences is that she have to pay fine of 10k..hahas..same price as oboe..actually i dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..i got to go and write the contract...and print out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112516104439942001?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112516104439942001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112516104439942001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112516104439942001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112516104439942001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-day.html' title='happy day'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112507272387015290</id><published>2005-08-26T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:12:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am starting to regret now.. why didnt i used the week properly?? praying fervently to god now, pray that i wont get scolded by my oboe teacher tomorrow.. i hardly practised throughout the whole week. partly because i am sick for the whole week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i am also starting to regret why didnt i studied hard for the term? i knew how much i got for eng+eng lit ppr this term..and yup, i am not very happy with &lt;em&gt;this kind&lt;/em&gt; of marks..and stupid physics have to make it worser by having vanilla clippers(venier calipers) and dunno what kind of other crap in it for our common test? as for math, all i can say is I AM A GONER NOW!! i just &lt;em&gt;PASSED&lt;/em&gt; for everyone of the test..i hate algebra! i hate sig figures! i hate conversion! i hate everything! i used to think maths is just about NUMBERS and NUMBERS! i guessed i was wrong.. i made a grave mistake thinking this way..oops! and for chinese... urm, i am not good at it! as long as i dont get a F9, phew! i will be so glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily, i think claudia and me did quite well for mep, art and music? but these are useless+ easy stuffs..(not really lar).. i hope it will make everything average..hope so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to melissa: please please please go for oley..and ya, sorry for what i have said during recess.. maybe i was too agitated and really wanted you to go..take it as i am begging you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, prepare for my doom.. i really have an EXTRA bad feeling about what will happen tomorrow.. i dun wanna sing throughout the WHOLE lesson...haiz..what can i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112507272387015290?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112507272387015290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112507272387015290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112507272387015290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112507272387015290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-starting-to-regret-now.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112476616955708458</id><published>2005-08-23T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T11:02:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid occ</title><content type='html'>hahas..its 10.30am now..and i have got nothing to do..i didnt go to school..haiz..i wanna go!! got compre test, common test and music test..3 tests leh!!! want me to die?! but i will go if only my body allows..stupid mrs tham.. yesterday during mep, you complained that it was too hot(because you were wearing a sweater) and you went to switch on the aircon...and ya, temperature became low..and it was directly blowing at me...for 20 minutes, i didnt say anything, until the last 20minutes when i couldnt take it anymore, i requested and you reluctantly allow me to switch it off...and thats how i fall sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is band today leh...i wanna go for band..but i know its not possible..so..ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna sleep the whole day...bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112476616955708458?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112476616955708458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112476616955708458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112476616955708458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112476616955708458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-occ.html' title='stupid occ'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112446931442760382</id><published>2005-08-20T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:35:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at your face disgusts me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing you speaks irritates me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of your behaviour makes me feel like an angel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are you such a hypocrite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at you spoils my eyesight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hearing you makes me wish to be deaf..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of your smile reminds me of a devil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are you such a hypocrite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why bother putting on a mask to cover up your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why bother speaking in such nice tone when you dont mean it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why bother making me happy when you know i will be heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why are you such a hypocrite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: the above stuffs are specially written for someone..and practically i just hate that person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TALKING TO STUFFS UNRELATED TO WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO SAY... I REALLY DREAD YOUR FACE...AND DREAD SEEING YOU EVERY WEEK..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112446931442760382?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112446931442760382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112446931442760382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112446931442760382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112446931442760382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/looking-at-your-face-disgusts-me.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112386747401132412</id><published>2005-08-13T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T01:24:34.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>STRESS STRESS STRESS!!! wow! projects coming up like mad...i really cant stand it anymore..just finished mep project then got science, then finished science got chinese...why are we always chasing after time? i really cant cope!!! and most of them are always over-lapping each other..why cant we have a break or something..i realised that time passes very fast this year..last year i will just wait for seconds,minutes,hours to pass by..and this year? i chase after time!! every second,every minute, every hour.. die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid computer cant even search stuffs in chinese..must my life even harder..how am i suppose to translate that one whole chunk of words!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you people are always having high expectations from me... give me a break will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my weekends are taken up...and its not that i dont want to meet up or whatever..is that i really DONT HAVE THE TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how many youth services i skipped for the previous MEP project..and now, you people wanted me to skip both saturday and sunday...arent you asking too much?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me to set my piorities right..well..my piorities in life now is GOD..jesus!! and ya..so, i will be doing the right thing if i go to church what...whats so wrong about that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we only have 24 hours a day?&lt;br /&gt;cant we have more time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sickening!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i am giving up on my chinese project or (GRADED ASSIGNMENTS WHICH YOU TEACHERS INSISTED TO CALL THEM THAT!!)..and they said that by calling them "graded assignments", its gives you less stress.. i beg to differ..its still the same.. like what ms lee(geo teacher) said: rocks+volcanoes are interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me: rocks are just rocks, i dont see whats so interesting about rocks and volcanoes..i think it gives me hell...why must we study about those stuffs? they are actually very simple stuffs..MUST THEY MAKE IT SO COMPLICATED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stupid newton law..i know he is died now, but why before he die he must discover all this kinda rubbish and we people now, have to study it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think MOE have to come out with a rule to make teaching more efficient...that is to..eliminate boring teachers and only accept funny teachers... for that 1hour and 45min of english and lit, i guess what i did was to dream and sleep in class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and whatever lar..teachers always have mood swings,no matter females or males.. venting their anger on us when they are in bad mood..please..we are not some "punching bags" or whatever..and of course..its bad to have a form teacher that keeps girlfriend-ing for every minute he talks...its like so..ARGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now..i am going to TRY and translate the stupid stuffs...and then..i shall have my beauty sleep...woho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112386747401132412?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112386747401132412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112386747401132412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112386747401132412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112386747401132412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112369140331446241</id><published>2005-08-11T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T19:38:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>urm..i dunno why you hate claudia so much..and yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haiz..i cant really stands zijin's mother..being overly-suspicious about everything..i mean its like i am her group member and you asked me question and i answered and you think that i am telling lies to you because me and your daughter said the same thing? and mind you. 10pm is not late ok? and you said that my attitude of talking sucks..well..how well are yours? where are all your manners? my mum never ever eavesdrop on my conversation and YOU ACTUALLY DID?! and you were like trying to interrupt us because you think that our plan was too last minute...imagine if i never called your daughter? we will never be able to get anything done at all lar..whatever lar...i hate parents like that...but wait! dun get it wrong..ZIJIN IS A NICE GAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good nite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112369140331446241?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112369140331446241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112369140331446241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112369140331446241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112369140331446241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/urm.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112358718079942357</id><published>2005-08-09T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:33:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid ndp</title><content type='html'>to mr potato head: YOU ARE GETTING ON MY LAST NERVE!! it really gets me frustrated when you ask me to do something and you dont even know what you really want me to do.. and ya.. i am so frustrated. anyway..i still need to find someone to go dhoby ghaut with me!! i really need.. i am so desperate!! i even went to the extend to ask calista!!! stupid mljl dont wana go with me...ndp celebrations sucks too!! i really regretted going..wasting my time...ARGHH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112358718079942357?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112358718079942357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112358718079942357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112358718079942357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112358718079942357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/stupid-ndp.html' title='stupid ndp'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112324638291774508</id><published>2005-08-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:53:02.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAN HUNT</title><content type='html'>forgot to add in just now..ah! i think jon.j in the manhunt very shuai..hahas.. i think he will win although that wen man says that i am too obsessed..ya what...got body, got looks, got character. 99.9% perfect..the other 0.01% is because he is not god..hahas..fine..wen man!! and that mr mei-you-han is not shuai ge ok? he is UNCLE..hahas..and claudia..i am not obsessed with man's muscle.. its actually quite gross to have too many "durians" stuck onto your body..hahas...fine..anyway..looking forward to Festival of Praise..hahas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112324638291774508?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112324638291774508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112324638291774508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112324638291774508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112324638291774508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/08/man-hunt.html' title='MAN HUNT'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112324501851818822</id><published>2005-08-05T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:30:18.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haiz..i need to change my template..its so childish..trying to look for one now..haiz..band practice today was like-tiring.. and i cant play the dumb oboe because i firstly, i got a ulcer..on my lips..and secondly: the reed was too hard..yup..i didnt go to festival of praise because of the stupid band practice..maybe i will go tomorrow, though my church went today. SICKENING!! my prayer request for this month is: god, please let michelle open her heart and come to you. just pray that michelle will accept the christ one day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine..potato head was so irritating..i simply just,urm, dont like him and i dont know why..he thinks that he is so funny when he is not even funny at all.. and always slow-talk...I GOT SO IRRITATED BY HIM..and he is forever wearing that security costume lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz..michelle is so pissed by her form teacher whereas i am so pissed by potato head..i think her form teacher is much more nicer than mine because firstly, he is much more funnier, crappier, and much more straightforward, cuter(not really lar), presentable..whatever lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love myself..heez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112324501851818822?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112281787262958140</id><published>2005-08-01T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T22:18:07.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heex</title><content type='html'>i am bored..so i decided to write on what did i do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i am quite happy today except for the fact that i hated my lesson today..arghh&lt;br /&gt;i bought 5tubes of meiji chocolates..and i intended to give to this 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`S&lt;br /&gt;`F&lt;br /&gt;`W&lt;br /&gt;`M&lt;br /&gt;`N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to you to guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its better to give than to receive..maybe i should also buy some sweets for my seniors..=p buying it tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am nice=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112281787262958140?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112281787262958140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112281787262958140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112281787262958140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112281787262958140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/heex.html' title='heex'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112273997054213403</id><published>2005-07-31T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:12:50.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xiao qi gui</title><content type='html'>xiao qi gui is angry...whatever.. i didnt provoke xiao qi gui...i merely ask xiao qi gui a few questions and ya.. become angry...siao qi gui..=p hahas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112273997054213403?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112273997054213403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112273997054213403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112273997054213403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112273997054213403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/xiao-qi-gui.html' title='xiao qi gui'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112265368654840978</id><published>2005-07-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:14:46.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you think i care? certainly i DON'T!! i just realised that caring or worrying about what others think about me is urm..not needed? its useless..i just admire A for being so urm..bochap? always dont care what others think..though A knows that others always talk behind A's back..but being bochap/trying to be oblivious is so easy to A...for me..if i am not happy..either i will show it or voice it out loud..but you think i care? no! and some others who are just plain (7letters) of us will tend to hate us..so even if you have done nothing wrong, they will make you feel that you have done lots of wrongs! i just hate the sight of you people.. get lost!&lt;br /&gt;urm..stupid me...this is what i am feeling right now...please do not provoke me any further..or i will BITE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm..still..thank god for giving such great friends..great teachers..great family..great chances..great studies(urm..not that great afterall)..great school...great whatever.. it is unlimited when it comes to thanking him..=p&lt;br /&gt;still..must thank him for the challenges he had given me to strengthen myself.. i need to learn how to be more patience towards others and yup...much more to learn from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually..ya..michelle.. its not that person's fault..its the other people that were at fault..that person did nothing wrong...fine..its my fault..lets confront that person face-to-face on monday..its so sickening!!! let see what that person has got to say.. i am going to slap that person if i dont get what i want...idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps..i told you..i need to be more forgiving..hahas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112265368654840978?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112265368654840978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112265368654840978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112265368654840978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112265368654840978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-think-i-care-certainly-i-dont-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112202302033715933</id><published>2005-07-22T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:03:40.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>urm..yeah! i can sleep in peace now..michelle: i think X is nice.. i think i said something i shouldnt to say to X in anger..but..yeah! thank god X is nice.. phew..wasted two nights think about how X will kick me out of the room and thinking how to apologise to X.. but now..its ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i want to write a poem..i know i am not poetic...but i remembered i have to write it for my english lit...it goes like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are like diamonds&lt;br /&gt;once found,cherished forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are like shadow&lt;br /&gt;following you wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;guiding you through&lt;br /&gt;making you realised the importance of your existance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are like perfume&lt;br /&gt;sweet and nice&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind you the fragrance of happiness&lt;br /&gt;taking all unhappiness away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are like the sun&lt;br /&gt;cant live without them&lt;br /&gt;bringing hope to us&lt;br /&gt;giving us warmth and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are like mirror&lt;br /&gt;reflecting the true you&lt;br /&gt;though they hurts at times&lt;br /&gt;this is how difficult learning is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm...shit lar! such a shitty poem..heez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112202302033715933?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112202302033715933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112202302033715933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112202302033715933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112202302033715933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112144272153046990</id><published>2005-07-15T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:52:01.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really hate being a student..students are always wrong and teachers are always right ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what teachers thinks:&lt;br /&gt;`its all right for us to made some mistakes and not apologizing because afterall we are still teachers&lt;br /&gt;`we cant lower our dignity and apologize to students as it will spoil our reputation&lt;br /&gt;`students are bad when they forget to bring stuffs&lt;br /&gt;`only we can be late, students have to be punctual always&lt;br /&gt;`we can take our own sweet time to reply students&lt;br /&gt;`we ought to have more respect&lt;br /&gt;`its all right for us to be biased&lt;br /&gt;`its all right to waste students time as they have too much to spare&lt;br /&gt;`our time are precious and we shouldnt allow students to take up even 1 minute of our time&lt;br /&gt;`common test is a time for us to sleep(applies to miss gwee only- that old hag!! argh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what students feel:&lt;br /&gt;`teachers are unreasonable when they do wrong stuffs and dont admit it&lt;br /&gt;`teachers should carry out their own responsibility instead of thinking that we wont mind because we are students&lt;br /&gt;`teachers are so biased!&lt;br /&gt;`and if teachers want us to be awake during lesson, at least try to spice up the lesson by creating some jokes&lt;br /&gt;`we daydream because*what if we can have a change of teacher? can we have a funnier teacher? her/his teaching sucks! i dont understand?!etc.*&lt;br /&gt;`why are teachers so dumb? keep asking us why we always sleep in their class? obviously its boring&lt;br /&gt;`those teachers who cant even keep a pair of eyes opened in class is a complete failure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so unfair! for eg. during days where there are no common test, miss gwee, our relieve/relief teacher(whatever you call that) punished us for making a little noise, because we sort of disturb her "beauty sleep". and she made the 5 monitress to stay back because she said that they never carried out their duties. when she said: &lt;em&gt;your 5 monitress will stay back for 1/2 hour because they didnt carry out their duties. &lt;/em&gt;then i shouted: &lt;strong&gt;then what about you? you also didnt carry out your duties as a teacher!! &lt;/strong&gt;almost the whole class turned and stared at me and ask me to shut up because they think that she can hear everything. BUT AM I WRONG IN ANYWAY?! i am just merely stating a fact which everyone agrees on.. and that dumb old hag pretended not to hear it. and then i left the class. and there was a time when i asked her if i can go toilet with 2 of my other friends. her reply was:&lt;em&gt;wah..all your bladders work at same time arr&lt;/em&gt;..my reaction was: &lt;strong&gt;cannot is it? &lt;/strong&gt;is that a sin or something? she reluctantly agreed to let us go..not as in i am rude you know..as in she isnt respecting us so why should we respect her.. some even worst, went up to her and call her *#)#@!(()# and obviously, she simply stared at them and continue what she is doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for our project, mr X want us to ask him for help if we have no idea how to do..so we asked him a few times and he said:just treat me as transparent, do whatever you want. so when he requested for the draft, he have so much comments and then he asked us why didnt we ask for his help?? and again..TREAT HIM AS TRANSPARENT !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore lack of talented teachers!! all of them are like "lao gu dong" dunnowhat we are thinking..young teachers are all right..but for those older ones...arghh..no comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112144272153046990?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112144272153046990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112144272153046990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112144272153046990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112144272153046990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-really-hate-being-student.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112116706878739018</id><published>2005-07-12T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T19:17:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!! project saved!! we managed to retrieve it somehow and we are completing soon..yeah!! yeah!! and to debra chou aka zhou ah lun..please dont ever think of showing your grandma's " you know what" thing to the whole class..its gonna humiliate me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything went exceptionally well except that claudia and michelle didnt came for school...but anyway, it doesnt affect me. because without claudia, it seems to be more peaceful and less conflicts..and as for michelle, i wanted her to come because i want her to accompany me in band, she came anyway..so no prob! claudia says that she is going to buy a new trumpet..(i think her "going" is going to turn out to be next year or so..she have been telling me that she is buying one since starting of the year, half a year has gone, and she havent got one..haiz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to melissa: shit! why didnt you tell me that that person was standing behind me!!! i was like buttock-ing(bale bartok, that donnowhat composer..donno how to spell too!)  here and there..and then i was telling melissa how that mr trevor sze force michelle to pronouce it..and i guess i made a fool of myself..SICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling quite depress because that china guy is going to come tomorrow..I DONT WANT TO BE HIS BUDDY OK!! I TELL YOU I DONT WANT!! it all started with a dare or something..i simply raise up my hand when mr tan was turning the other side and debra told him that i volunteered myself to be his buddy..I DIDNT!! i just wanted to have some fun or something!! sick lar..i hope that guy dont have water-filled brain..if not i am going to smack him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly..band was quite enjoyable..played many new stuffs!! yeah!! but it was too fast and i couldnt catch up...SOBS..and i do not act cute like what miss sia says!!! haiz..i need to improve on my playing..i hate it lor...i wonder how my senior can play that fast.."kowtow" to her..=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112116706878739018?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112116706878739018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112116706878739018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112116706878739018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112116706878739018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeah-project-saved-we-managed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112093108453816550</id><published>2005-07-10T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:44:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop</title><content type='html'>my goodness...that guy is "attituding" me again.. he is so lame lor..asking him to fix my instrument like asking him to die like that..but he manage to fix it..and pop huh..quite fun though..but the worst thing is that i cant believe DR got the donnowhat post..at first i really thought it was a sabotage or something but it was not..i wasnt really jealous but sort of fed up because she is going to be so damn bloody proud..see how i will smack her if she dares to brag it in front of me..and she went around sort of talking to others and expects the others to congratulate her..but hahas..no one did actually..=p..and that extra potato head have to make the whole thing so unhappy..got such big head but dont know how to think..inside filled with coconut milk..ahahas.. want to scold choose other day lar..so extra..then went to the canteen and donno do whatever thing..then samatha came over and pass me something and also she gave it to michelle too..anyway..thanks lor..=p..and michelle(goh) gave me jelly and reminded me of her pop present which me and michelle have yet to buy..=p paiseh..then i went home.. yup..and thats all..nothing much&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112093108453816550?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112093108453816550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112093108453816550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112093108453816550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112093108453816550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/pop.html' title='pop'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112073787635731755</id><published>2005-07-07T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:10:42.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever!@%&amp;(#@$^*</title><content type='html'>to michelle lee: "topic undisclosed" michelle lee..do i look like i give a damn? i dont care ok?! i am going to do what i am going to do.. i dont really care about the consequences ok? you know i am those type of telling+straight+in+your+face type and that "Xs" want to provoke me..as in being straightforward is not a bad thing..at least Xs will know why i detest Xs so much..and thats all..see when i am going to flare up?! when i flare up..hahas...i dont really care if the teacher is around or not..i am just going to smack Xs hard in Xs face..I AM SERIOUS!! its not as if as i cant live without Xs or Xs gang of friends... i mean its like she shouldn't test my patience..ITS LOSING DAY BY DAY.. seeing Xs everyday sucks...i mean its like whatever" jealousy,stupidness,and whatever..all Xs does is to look down on me.." and thats all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to talk about band..its just dead boring and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i havent thought of what present to buy. i think Xs will maybe dump it in the dustbin without even opening..so no point...i have no idea what what Xs expect from me..as in whatever i do is wrong and whatever Xs does is right..Xs sucks..though i am not saying that i am perfect,but i just cant find the good points in Xs..Xs just sucks...and lastly, Xs, stop giving cold shoulder..you think i give a damn about what you are doing? you think i really cant live without you? its unreasonable.. you think you are the best?? opps..nono..i dont think so..just leave me alone and stop disturbing me..just give me whatever i should have and Xs..Xs sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY FOR MY COMPLAINS..ITS SEEMS TO BE NOTHING NEW..BUTS..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112073787635731755?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112073787635731755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112073787635731755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112073787635731755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112073787635731755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/whatever_07.html' title='whatever!@%&amp;(#@$^*'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112047283240009902</id><published>2005-07-05T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:27:12.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont really know what i can say</title><content type='html'>urm, actually i think "c" have her good points too! she can be really nice when she want to but really mean too.. and today, i saw the good sight of her. i admit that i was blinded by her cruel side and did not see her good points.. but thats true.  anyway we interviewed winston today, he is such a nice person, dont know why "c" hates him..hahas..anyway, nothing much actually. yeah! now i think band will be fun! at least i know someone will be there for me, look on the bright side! yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112047283240009902?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112047283240009902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112047283240009902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112047283240009902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112047283240009902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-really-know-what-i-can-say.html' title='i dont really know what i can say'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112040791588168880</id><published>2005-07-04T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:49:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahas..kana misunderstood</title><content type='html'>i know many of you have been wondering who that person is. well, i suppose all my church friend knows her. her name starts with the letter"C" is it obvious now? in band, she is soo..urm..no comments. in class, she treats me like like a pile of shit! and it just sucks..having 3 more years with her just make me want to faint! please hor! its not whatever the dunnowho i am talking about. hahas.. and haiz, mep project also must do with her..very sianz leh..she is changing lor. and she kept using winston goh as a dunnowhat excuse.. as if without my group will die..haiz..so sianz..today went for the milk run..its super hot!! its boring too! walking till my legs get sore? its idiotic! i rather stay at home and have extra sleep...hahas.. and tomorrow, we finally settle down to interview winston goh. actually he is quite a nice teacher. dont understand why that"C" hates him so much. ??? and urm, for the others, i know the band dont really like me and i have no idea..but i think that it really just hurts..i am going to remain as i am in band, not changing the real me. if they dont like it then its their problems.. for eg. i know some of the sec ones really hates me for no reasons..maybe there is but i just dont know. i just sucks, maybe i should just skip band..and not going for band forever..what happen at jubilate was already like a disaster..and regina lim sort of misunderstand me..things arent working out for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112040791588168880?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112040791588168880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112040791588168880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112040791588168880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112040791588168880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahaskana-misunderstood.html' title='hahas..kana misunderstood'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112032199677117554</id><published>2005-07-03T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:33:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahas..youth</title><content type='html'>went for youth again.. didnt eat my lunch because i was FASTING!! wah, i was really really hungry as i didnt eat my breakfast too! its like only eating 1 meal a day. siao. anyway, i really thought that the blindfolding game was fun! i bet kenneth didnt know that i was the one who keeps poking him when he was blindfolded. basically, i poke everyone..hahas...then went to eat dinner with the youth, ate prata... its sort of uncooked..i should say medium cooked..quite hard though..hahas.. then went home and watched a movie..its stupid. then went online and zikai asked me why i desperately need someone to lend me a pair of listening ears. obviously i didnt tell him everything, i am like an idiot talking to him lor..lol..hahas. and i know he was very bored, if not he wont even bother to talk to me. anyway, i am feeling very depress recently. i hate my class! i hate band! i hate all teachers! and people in church sort of weird too! i am sad! i need someone to comfort me, understand my needs and help me instead of laughing at my stupidness! but i know its not possible.a class filled with hypocrites and band that filled with jealousy. i didnt say any names here, so dont confront me and if you thinks that i am talking about you, that means you are guilty. anyway, tomorrow got milkrun. it sucks! i just hate it. haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112032199677117554?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112032199677117554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112032199677117554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112032199677117554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112032199677117554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahasyouth.html' title='hahas..youth'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112023757524631787</id><published>2005-07-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T01:06:15.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing to say</title><content type='html'>now, i really thinks that blogging really loses it purposes. firstly, i cant say what i want if i dont want to get into troubles. as in facing those i dont like for extra 3 years. and if they read what i really wanted to write, i think the misunderstanding will get worse. and i wonder why some people were so jealous of me. look at me! studies sucks, basically in short, i sucks at everything. but 1 thing i dont sucks at is my telling-straight-in-your-face way of talking and the-one-and-only-myself- way of behaving. I DONT ACT CUTE LIKE WHAT YOU SAY.and making extra friends seems to be a bad thing to do. some people just get sort of jealous and starts to blackmouth me. making my new friends more fed up and irritated by that person. i should say they knew what sort of person i am and would never ever listen to the whole chunk of crap she is talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, i really hate the way they(some people who are dear to me and yet they hated me) treated me like a pile of useless shit. it really hurts to see you people treating me like this and to think that i still have a long time to spend with you people. sometimes i really wondered if i did make the wrong decision. like the song by SIMPLE PLAN-welcome to my life. there is a part that says: on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you". yup. i am breaking down, and no one actually saves me from that. secondary life is full of hypocrites and those "unwanted" people who always pops out of nowhere into my life. i think life without them will be perfect. sometimes i really thinks that talking too much to teachers or even conductor is a bad thing to do. people seems to be thinking that i am bootlicking them. PLEASE! you can ask me to do whatever thing but I WOULD NEVER LOWER MY DIGNITY AND BOOTLICK TEACHERS OR CONDUCTOR!! and most of the time, i dont go up to them and start the conversation, in fact, they were the ones who came to me and speak to me.  so stop blaming me for everything. and you know that i practically laugh at almost every single thing and you thought that i was just trying to make those teachers think that i am cute. PLEASE LOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope you people( i hope you know who are you) will gives me more privacy and let me do whatever i want. i dont mind you reading my blog, but stop your commenting and your blinking+eyes+at+me trademark. you people do it in front and behind me. STOP IT!! i cant take it anymore! if you all want to roll and blink your eyes, do it all you want. just pray that your eyes dont pops out of your sockets. i am not going to care about what you people say next time. maybe you may think that i may be the next "dong ran" but i know i certainly have more sense than putting all your words in my heart. i still have my church friends, classmates,band friends(i certainly know that all of them prefer me to you!!) and those friends from one faith. i can live without you people, and those people from band that really hates me, dont assume that i dont know it. i already humbled myself and suit you people. i did whatever you say, if you hate me then its your problem. i may appear to look as if as i dont know, but actually i knew it all along, and you still thought that i was a blur idiot and dont know what you are going to do next. get this clear! i know you hate me but i have no choice but to treat you normally, if not it will be like hell to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back. my group is going to interview winston goh(last resort) because my teacher's brother back out, wen man's teacher not usable and a lot more reasons. and that *bmw* whats your problem! you were the one who said we have to confirm with you and you will guide us along the way. yet when we called you today, you said you were enjoying your PRECIOUS holiday and asked us to treat you as transparent. then what happens if what we did was unacceptable in your eyes!? i really feel like taking chopper and kill people now.and everything just sucks. BLOGGING SUCKS TOO!! i am going to vent my anger and hatred in me by asking someone to lend me their listening ears. *lydia and joanne* hahas..they are in troubles. they are going to hear my endless whining and complaining. hahas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112023757524631787?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112023757524631787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112023757524631787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112023757524631787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112023757524631787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-to-say.html' title='nothing to say'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-112005721284916896</id><published>2005-06-30T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:00:12.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well..it just sucks</title><content type='html'>today simply sucks.. knowing that our extra holiday isnt an holiday cause we have to make up for the milkrun thing on sunday. OH PLEASE! i would rather go church. by the way, abigail, are you going for the prayer session on friday? as in the whole singapore taking part in that one.. heez. firstly, i just feel that my whole class are filled with hypocrites that are really"NO COMMENTS" i think if i stay any longer in my class, one day you may just visit me at..IMH.. it maddening to stay in a class like this. everyone is like making use of me. when i help them, they do not appreciate it. and in fact, went around telling that i am showing off..FINE! if this is that case, get lost! dont ever come to me for help! teachers sucks too! espescially that seth tan jee kok.. HE SUCKS TO THE CORE. well..he have no ability to teach, no ability to interact and last of all, NO ABILITY TO REMEMBER THINGS. he took away 20 over marks from me IN TERM ONE! its like 3 months liao. and he took it away because he lost the part B.. TAKE NOTE! HE LOST IT. NOT ME! and until now, he have yet to return me my marks. i certainly doubt his ability for being a FORM TEACHER.. i think my class just sucks.. and for the jubilate thing, oh please. wear from head to toe black? DONT MAKE ME MAD! and after school i went out with michelle..and saw sichen..then ate at pizza hut..then met sichen with her "boyfriend" i think.. i still can remember that unnatural pimple thing..whenever i thought of it, it makes me laugh.hahahas.then went home and slack. and to that matthew, please.. not that i dont want to talk to you, i am just sort of afraid you people will spread rumors again! stop! and matthew. not that i dont want to send the pics to you, YOUR EMAIL NOT WORKING!!! arghh!!! and yup..thats all..you spend half an hour talking to me. and you blame me. who was the one who clung on the phone and refuse to hang up??? and stop asking me the same question over and over again..very sianz leh!!! then went to slack..and now. use computer..and to abigail again..hey.. dont spoil your instrument..take care of it!! and to all of my seniors..good luck for jubilate..heesz. i doubt they will read this anyway.. and for now.. i am going to do my chinese compo..ITS 11 PM NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-112005721284916896?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/112005721284916896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=112005721284916896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112005721284916896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/112005721284916896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/06/wellit-just-sucks.html' title='well..it just sucks'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-111997718476806857</id><published>2005-06-29T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:46:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf!</title><content type='html'>i have made my most important decision in my life again! i decided not to take chinese lit for my O level. because i really fell asleep in class while watching the video..please lor.. i think all the 3 class were zzzZZZ..sickening lar..then sianz lor..mrs soh never come. and thats all. then went for the band. straight away we were being send to the hall to help out in the jubilate. ITS SICKENING!! ITS REALLY SICKENING!! at first i sort of enjoy myself by slapping michelle lee( both), su xian, claudia, and i forgot liao. used the same trick again. arh! mosquitoe and *slap again*. and that mr wong was right infront. haiz. then i used the *smelly hand* trick on them too. and obviously, they got trick. and then that su xian tried to strangle me!! she held me at the most sensitive part which is my neck. i nearly died of tickleness..hahas. then michelle said that mr wong turn and give a *wu nai* smile.but i didnt see it..hahas. then michelle lee told me that mr wong kept looking at the dance gals bo*** and then at first i didnt know what she was talking. but then i shouted" he is a pervert la!" then michelle was like"tiffany! not so loud" and i shouted it again..i think he heard it but who cares? then those teachers was extremely BUI TAHAN!! that mr wong and mrs tham didnt even discuss it among themself. and they anyhow give instructions..and its like 2 different one leh!! we were like."who to listen"..then that mr wong create so much troubles for us because he is dumb..he didnt get into the right situation and NOT US...i am like so pissed and i nearly smack his face..if i have the courage i would definitely do it. oh..btw, project dashed! now, i cant interview my teacher's brother..he said he was not prepared for this. haiz..always like that. but also cannot blame him. so busy. i was thinking to offer him $20 for half an hour. but since he is so reluctant, i should just give up the idea.  anyway he is a busy guy, haiz.. dont help then dont help lor..i am not that desperate..urm..actually i am.. i heck lar..since my group members like half dead one. i should just be totally dead too..let me die in peace..haiz.. and now its 12.30am..and michelle is still doing her chinese work. i wonder how can she be so hardworking. we are like both ends. she is N and i am S. i would have to try my best to be like her lor..as in really giving up hope liao. anyway.. i just hope that next time i ask my teacher a question, he should just give me an instant reply. i asked him for 2 times before he gave me the answer. he really makes me feels like an idiot AND THIS IS NOT GOOD!! and to that claudia..PLEASE DO NOT CRITISISE MY MUMMY!! if you think my mum is a stupid idiot who sucks badly, well.. i pity your mum for having such a daughter like you. imagine someone said that about your mum, wont you feel hurt? and you call yourself a christian when you dont even behave like one? i am not saying that i am a perfect christian. and i think your family just sucks to the core. do you know i really feel like smacking your face whenever you critisize my mum? what did she do to provoke you. just because she called you "cocktail" because of claudia and you hated her so much. please grow up will you. its just a joke. didnt your mum say bad stuff about me too? and so what about that pronouciation of "jubilate" whatever lar..what you says is always right and i am always wrong. and just admit you like that mr wong. always talk about him..you really make me feel so sianz lor. and in band. so what if miss sia ask me to be the"leader" for the row? you thought that she was asking me to go into main band just because joy is also around? i finally know why she didnt picked you. your jealousy of everyone will simply ruin everything and must you say until i am so bad? i know you wanted to be the one chosen by miss sia a lot. and you just simply act like an leader when the two reginas were briefing us on the formation of the rows? please lar..i asked you to move away cause i didnt want you to look like an idiot who didnt get into the right situation. then must you say to me that: eh..you are that extra one who cant do anything. why miss sia pick you arr? just leave your job to the others lar..you dont even know what you are doing..AT THATPOINT OF TIME I SAID: ok..but you know what..I WAS ABOUT TO SAY: since you are so good why not you take over? but i just remembered a verse lor..as in it talk about..if someone gives you a slap, offers him the other cheek. if someone wants you to go with him a mile, go with him 2 miles..i think its something like that. and so what if you have your winston goh and you didnt let miss sia know that you have a teacher? how many times must i tell you that I DIDNT TELL MISS SIA..ITS MY TEACHER WHO SPOKE TO HER!! since you want to be in main band so much..and anyway..i certainly doubt your ability to play well as you DONT! i am not saying that i palyed VERY WELL.. i admit that i am lousy. but so? i am not as thick skin as you to go around saying that i am proud just because i have a teacher..you were the one that went around telling others that you have one but  you didnt let others know..arent you letting others know now?? WHAT THE ****..i cant stand you anymore lar..please look into the mirror..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-111997718476806857?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/111997718476806857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=111997718476806857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111997718476806857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111997718476806857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/06/wtf.html' title='wtf!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-111971386954407623</id><published>2005-06-26T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T23:37:49.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentosa outing was FUN!!!</title><content type='html'>basically, i just spend my day at sentosa with the youth today.  we took a bus from harborfront to sentosa. and no one actually invited someone. yup..only sharon invited hafiz. i sort of think hafiz is strong. and like the way he grab my hands really hurts. and on the bus, hahas. i keep making fun of his botak head..heez.. and matthew too, so funny. i slapped him so many times today and i really enjoys his reaction..hahas.. ah! mosquitoe. and "pi-a" his face is a gone case..hahas..we alight the bus and started walking to our "destination". and while walking, i really thought that i was very high, i keep singing the mcdonald advertisement song..hahas..(....i am lovin' it) and i had from one octave to the other and lydia was sing the frog song..hahas.it was pretty noisy because of us. i pity shengrou..i kept pulling her until her hands were about to fall out from their sockets..hahas.. then we started playing. the first game was stupid!! we had to dig the whole patch of sand to get the puzzle..so sianz..obviously we never complete it. out of 10, we only found 8. my group members were...hafiz,angela,lizhu and CK. then we played the dont know what game that requires us to turn 10 rounds..i was like wow! after the 3rd round i am like, falling. and those mean people like zikai and maybe my group members started laughing..hahas. and then followed by a tongue twister. it is about matthew and muthu bought.. forget liao..at last. i finished it. and then got other games like.. but i hate the sea monkey most. because i have to get wet.actually i didnt really get wet..heez..and that hafiz!! ARGH!!! he kept pouring sand on me. and i pour sand on his botak head..hahas. then the last game was a real stupid one. we got blind-folded and we were supposed to look for our group members.. and those game master ran away..that really makes us look like idiots standing on the shore and appear to be lost..hahas..and that kenneth..hahas. i doubt he knows that i am the one who kept poking him when he was blind-folded. then realised that those game master went to sit the tram.. or monorail i should say. but i thought dont have monorail liao?? confuse me again..haiz.. then while waiting, some of us played frisbee while the others went hiding and waits for the game master to return. we actually planned to throw them into the sea. but somehow, i got into trouble. i went to pour sand on kenneth hair and hafiz,aaron lai and lydia carried me and wanted to throw me into the sea. i struggled and made their job difficult..hahas. but in the end, i still got wet..because of them. hahas..and here comes lydia turn..hafiz carried her and dump her at the deeper end of the sea..hahas..obviously both of us got wet. then wanted to mess up kenneth hair again. for those who dont know him,  he is well known for his "concern for his hairstyle". if you simply mess it up, he will kill people.. then when i was about to do so, he ran away..sianz arr..then went to bathe. nothing much happen. then we took photos after we finish bathing..and that zikai, urm..he keeps taking his own photo on my camera. and that matthew..also very "zi lian". keep asking people to take pictures of him..so we took some photo. and always, that zikai always appear of nowhere and poof! he appears in the pictures. and we made fun of matthew, saying that taking his photos will spoil my camera..hahas..then went to eat. hahas. i pity zikai,matthew,shengrou and lizhu for siting with me and lydia. they cant even eat in peace..HAHAS.. we are so noisy, how can we let that happen. never in history..hahas.. then i kept laughing for no reasons. and lydia keep saying that she wants to matchmake me and mr D...please lar..i never even see him before..how to like him? and matthew says that i like zikai again!!! sickening.. obviously we deny it. and zikai was so funny.. he says: eh..this joke very old liao leh..then i started laughing.it seems that i didnt stop laughing from the start. then i started saying: eh matthew. no lar..actually i like you. then he was like: eh! we both same birthday leh. just that i am 11years older than you. nevermind, we go part tuo and i will wait for you to grow up.. then i turned to zikai and said: urm zikai, i still think i will prefer you..hahas..and zikai said: urm..even you want i also dont want. and we started laughing..hahahas. and lizhu also very funny..keep making me laugh. by the way, i had new daddies and mummies today. i forgot who is my mummy liao..but i remember the last one who was my mummy is zikai. he seems to be so PEK CHAK that i kept calling him mummy!! hahas.. i enjoyed doing that. and for those people who tried to shut me up using that hands regretted it. at first, angela tried that and i licked her. and then jasmine did that, i also lick her. hafiz just grab my mouth and i also licked him. and for mattew, he pinched me and i also licked him. and lastly, for zikai..hahahas..i bit him.. and got marks. hahas. and then we went home. and on the train,i keep disturbing zikai and kept calling him MUMMY!!! and then he was very pek chak, he switched place. and angela ask me to disturb kenneth. i mess up his hair and jab him hard on his legs. and he"OUCH!!" and he refuse to sit next to me. then i went to disturb lizhu..she ran away. then back to zikai..hahas. so funny. then went to kenneth again, i messed up his hair and to him its like the end of the world, he kept looking at his reflection on the doors and tried to make it neater. haiz.. so zilian.. then the rest went home. cause i am the only one taking back to yio chu kang. actually aaron and matthew can acompany me de. but aaron went to play xbox and matthew took bus home..haiz..so sianz..so i spend the rest of the journey alone. keep thinking about what angela did.she was so funny and i started laughing. and those people on the train stared at me as if as i am mad..hahas.. then i stopped. and slept..so tired. and reach home!! HOME SWEET HOME..and for now.. i shall do my homework..BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-111971386954407623?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/111971386954407623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=111971386954407623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111971386954407623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111971386954407623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/06/sentosa-outing-was-fun.html' title='sentosa outing was FUN!!!'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-111958625936469157</id><published>2005-06-26T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T02:38:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!! i finally know what to call my oboe teacher. he said he wanted me to call him by his name. but it weird lar. actually in my mind i was thinking to call him dustbin. dustbin yibin dustbin yibin. hey! its sounds rhyming!! but ended up we decided on SHIFU. i should say i decided it. hahas. he said that he is only 21. its UNBELIEVABLE!!! i thought he was much older.. maybe its his looks that betrayed him, urm, actually he dont look that old too! and his character really suit a 21 years old guy. i mean if he is much older, will he watch animation, play xbox when he friend doesnt want, and speaking like a small boy. and as for mr wong, its an exception. he is already 26 and he still read comics and watches animation. i couldnt believe that he is so young. indeed, when both of them stands together, they really look like brothers. as in 1 year apart. but i was so shocked lar..anyway. back to shifu. its sounds nice right!! yeah!! band sucks. because of that conductor. and abigail!! dont spoil your instrument!! i am going to use it next year leh!!! aiya..i am going to yanting's house now..tonight then write more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story continues&lt;br /&gt;went to yanting house and sorta have lunch only. basically we did nothing there, and then i went to lydia house, hahas. i did some homework. and kenneth was like glued to the computer. he have no reaction one, and then lydia begged kenneth to let her use the computer and then i started talking to domonic. others says that he is lydia boyfriend, but i dont know whether its true. haiz..and so fast!! holidays are ending in 2 days. and i have 7 newspaper reflection+ 1 chinese compo left. HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO FINISH IT WITHIN 2 days??!??! anyway, i intended to skip my piano lesson on sunday, thats reserved for my homework. and i think i am dead. burning midnight oil everyday to do homework. i just finished 1 book review and 2 newspaper reflection. the other 5 i shall do it tomorrow. but i guess i will be drain out totally after a day at sentosa. so i intend to wake up early to do my homework. haiz...i just hate holidays. cause holidays have a simple but complicated to carry out definition. it just means----more homework, but also more sleep for me. and i like to sleep!! yeah!! and thats all. and i guess i am going to skip this term senario. i am going to do the next term one. seriously. its like dead. asking us to calculate this and that. YOU THINK ITS POSSIBLE? its on supermarkets!! why supermarkets hold sales frequently yet they managed to earn they profit. i mean it would be a different story if i work in a supermarket. but the universal facts says that i am studying in a school not for human. the people there are "vampire". they go with rest. lame. and my mep group members like so dead. when they heard where my oboe teacher lives, they sorta lose their interest. hey! please! i go to his house every week without complaints and just asking you to go for once just for  our marks and your cant make such a simple sacrifice. i wonder how jesus felt when he sacrifice for us and died for us. its our marks lor. if you dont want it, thats fine. but i jolly well want that marks. and asking you all to fix a date is like end of the world is it? i am like the only one showing some" enthusiasm" for the project. and you expects me to do everything? fat hope!! its seems that you all are busier than me or rather my teacher's brother i should say. every single day not free. what the ****. its sickening. mind my language. i just cant take it anymore! i mean everyone has its own limits, and all of you are pushing me to my limits. what happens if i walked out on you? all of you will have no one to interview. and please lor, you say that you dont even know his brother, do you think i know? we never spoken once at all!! and of all who to blame? mr wong!! he is the culprit!! giving us such difficult project.. haiz.. is it possible to complete it in the first place? educational? if we can create a educational program for them, wah!! then we dont have to go school anymore..ARGHHH!! please hor...quickly think of a date. the dateline is coming!! ok? i am going to "snoREzzZZZ'' now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-111958625936469157?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/111958625936469157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=111958625936469157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111958625936469157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111958625936469157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah-i-finally-know-what-to-call-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-111946098867710390</id><published>2005-06-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:23:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how i started my stupid day</title><content type='html'>started out my tiring day by going to "PASTOR" seow's house for oboe lesson.. its so boring and tiring. imagining waking up so early after 2days at band camp. will die one leh.. and i feel like asking him to move his house nearer to mine, so i dont have to travel so far. ok. i went there and he gave me my new tuner and the microphone thingy. he says its $45, but why the price tag add up to be $65?  i dont see the reason why he should lie to me when the price tag is still intact. he dont gain anything by reducing the price to $45. in fact he lose $20 extra. i still dont understand. maybe next week then i ask him. kkz. and yup, my mouth hurts after the 6 hours of practising yesterday, and he says that its because i didnt warm up. i think thats quite true. and basically he was trying to tell me the theory behind that simple-looking tuner. i know i am like an idiot to him, whatever he says, i would have to reply :huh? what you mean? he must be thinking when he have such a stupid student like me. blame it on his luck then, hahas. and most of the time when he was explaining, i somehow understood what he was saying but also somehow confused. so sickening!!! what on earth did he eat to make him so smart? he seems to have everything in his head and as for me, i seems to be losing everything that went into my head!! and claudia was like: haiz. i should have got into oboe, then i will have a funny teacher like him instead of winston. IS HE FUNNY IN THE FIRST PLACE??? but i think he is still weird. but he is quite a nice teacher afterall, he knows whats my ability and whats not, so he wont expect that much from me. oh ya. i think i made him really mad by playing that no.8 for 3 weeks. he says: i hope this time will be perfect, if not i want to kill people already!!! as in really KILLING!!! i have given you 3 weeks leh!! the way he says it is so funny. hahas. anyway i still have lots of mistake. he didnt kill me. yup. i am still alive. and so after that, i went out with lydia. hello pastor seow: i dont always go out, and i dont go for your lesson because i want to go out. i go for your lesson because i like oboe ok. not for whatever reasons. and i am not those type of people who will skip lesson frequently without specific reasons!! get it clear!!by the way, i am still confuse. sometimes i call him mr seow, sometimes yibin, and sometimes pastor seow. and i really dont know how to address him. so i always "eh" here and there.. its like so weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with lydia is fun. but i am in debt. i borrowed so much $money from her. she paid for the popcorns and lend me $$$.. we watch ice princess. lydia is so timid, she dont dare to watch that horror movie and for the rest of the movie, she watched it before. so we were like flipping coin to decide whether to watch mr and mrs smith or ice princess. she said she reserved BATMAN for her family. anything lar..she decide. so we watch mr and mrs smith. its quite nice except for the fact that many "brats"(thats what lydia called them) was making such a din during the movie. and lydia wanted to throw popcorns at them but she lack of courage. and for the last time, i really thought she was going to throw it at them and then she made a sudden move by stuffing them into her mouth. its so funny. i laughed. and i really admire that girl in the movie. she have such strong determination. i am those type who lack of it, so i really admire her. then we went to nana/fann's shop. jiejie fann was there. she was tending her shop. and lydia wanted me to be her guinea pigs to let her try out all her clothes. obviously i wouldnt let her do that to me. meanie lydia!! then fann said she was going to close her shop for the day as she was going for mid-week service. ok..done. went to eat laksa with lydia. i have really no idea whats inside that bowl of laksa. its like tasteless. usually when i eat, i will cry. but this time i threw it away because its not hot. and then worst still, when i reach home i have diarrea. what a day! kkz...lydia went to choose her bag. and we practically walk the whole place for more than 10times...and at last, she found what she wants...hahas..went home.. so sianz arr.. tomorrow still have band and i am going to see that"attitude" guy..(mr leong) maybe he will scold me for imitating him on the way how he talk.. i think he is really pissed. hahas.. thats the fun of it. and band. shit! how am i suppose to play with 3 uclers in my mouth. i only got it after practising for 6hours. and that stupid reed. haiz.. should i skip? maybe not, just go for attendance lor.. and shun bian buy the batteries for the tuner. at first i thought the tuner was spoilt because it just wouldnt work. its like dead!! but the fact is that i didnt put in batteries and i am like spending so much time trying to open that stupid thing. stupid me i should say!!! and shit!! homework!! i havent finish.. 4 more days!! i am really going to be dead this time. i heck lar..bon tank school lor..heez. i only dare to say, but dont really does it. kkz... just hate my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-111946098867710390?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/111946098867710390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=111946098867710390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111946098867710390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111946098867710390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/06/how-i-started-my-stupid-day.html' title='how i started my stupid day'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-111918546157385450</id><published>2005-06-20T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:51:35.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz..what did i do to serene??</title><content type='html'>to that person that hate me alot: you must be surprise why didnt i didnt erase your message from the tag. i feel that i have done nothing wrong to serene. if you insist that i did do something unreasonable to serene, then tell me what i do. if you continue blaming me for some whatever reasons and i dont know whats it is, there is actually no point you see. since you think that i sucks, why must i think you are good? wont it be weird if someone scolds you and you continue to love him/her more than ever? and use your brain if you have one, in this realistic world, do you think this will ever happen to you? i know serene will never scold me behind my back, because i trust her. so much things have happen between me, claudia and serene. someone using our identity to say some #$%^&amp;amp;* stuffs to our blog. obviously we dont have that amount of dumb to do this to our own blog. and they "someone" seems to be trying to break up our friendship. we used to be very close, yet that "someone" must come in and destroy our friendship. i have already spoke to claudia. and we decided to end this once and for all. we trust each other and i dont believe serene will say anything behind our backs. and thinking that i am a very "bad" person, you are just being judgemental. and you are not suppose to judge people, only jesus can. (thats what zikai says on youth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkz..my day..&lt;br /&gt;went to church and ya, join the children church today(usually i am in the adult service). and for those who know how late i slept the previous night, you will know why am i so listless today. garfield gel-led up his hair as usual and loves the mirror as usual too. angela was as "teng" as usual..heez.. and sharon was quite serious. and zikai was trying to wake me up, but he is very serious. and when he scolds(last time), it really send a chill down my spine.its scary you know. he keep asking me to help those small kids with the "stacking up of cans game". quite challenging though. but i am really tired. i feel like sleeping la..and that joanne!!! she broke her promise!! she was suppose to lend me her sandals. and she didnt come!! SICKENING!! she is going to get it from me next week( hahas..see how will i tickle her. i make sure she regret it..hahas )..so it just ended with that 20 cent game. so fun..so i went to eat with lydia. and she was like mr D here and mr D there.. i think her crush lar hor..then i went to ang mo kio to buy my sandals. i think i got the wrong sandals.. its not suitable for camp. haiz.. now i have got no sandals. *cry* I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY THE TEACHER IN CHARGE DONT ALLOW US TO WEAR SLIPPER??! I HAVE LOTS OF THEM..HAIZ.. THOSE TEACHRE WERE (MR WONG"MEP"+MISS LAI+MR CHER).. i think they really dont know how to use their brains to the fullest. and now, i have to buy one just for that camp and after the camp, its gonna decompose by itself.. sickening.. but the thought of camp made me very excited!!though i am quite reluctant to go.. but at least i am escape from some people that always irritated me. not my family members, but those who often call me for no specific reasons..wasting my precious time....camp only last for 2 days..i want it to be longer. i cant find all my stuffs..sickening. but i really got to sleep early tonight. i doubt i will have any chance to sleep during the camp with claudia and my noisy but adorable seniors around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkz..me smelly thingo. havent bath since i came home from my lesson. going to bath now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-111918546157385450?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/111918546157385450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=111918546157385450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111918546157385450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111918546157385450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/06/haizwhat-did-i-do-to-serene.html' title='haiz..what did i do to serene??'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10435111.post-111911307954808340</id><published>2005-06-19T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T00:44:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice bbq</title><content type='html'>i have to admit..its a very tiring day today..i have to wake up so early to go for lesson, then my younger sister was like irritating me. as in taking up her time a bit wont die, yet she kicked up such a big fuss just because she wanted to play her stupid computer..then i went home and bath..and then go to church. i agree to meet up lydia for that "short lunch/breakfast". i was very hungry. and its like 2pm in the afternoon and i have yet to eat anything.  so i went to BK(burger king). lydia said that she was going to be late, and i was talking on phone with claudia that time. then i saw zikai. he seems to be very tired and listless. he bought his meal and left. so i went to buy mine, meanwhile i was sms-ing benjamin. then here comes lydia. first reaction when she saw me was.." TIFFANY!!! YOU CUT YOUR HAIR ARR.."then followed by.."WHY YOU WEARING SKIRT TODAY??" i often wear skirt what..on sunday service..but youth i normally wear pants. so maybe she thought something special is going to happen today. but the fact is that i am going marie's party after youth, so obviously must dress up..so after eating i went for youth.. opps. i have no idea why those people were so shocked that i cut my hair. its seems its a impossible thing to them for me to cut my hair. but indeed, jasmine said that i looked much neater with my new haircut. and mattew said that i looked like rachel from the back* i dun think i look like her* so yili,jasmine,matthew,lydia,etc said something about my hair. why is it so shocking for them? maybe they have yet to get used to my new looks..then i went for marie's party after youth. enjoyed myself with them. marie sis was a good one, so cute! and her friend, jamie. YEAH!! i have the same hairstyle as jamie. they thinks that i am mad cause i keep on laughing for non-stop and they said that i am full of nonsense. i can find almost everything to talk about. and marie's cousins was CUTE!! wah..the most photogenic girl goes to...HER COUSINS!!wow!! i should say that they are really very innocent, when i asked them who they are, the older one say she is "sleeping beauty" and the younger one said that she is"mickey mouse". i have no idea whether to laugh or just remain silent. but obviously, i laughed in the end. i think her parents are like "super" so nice.. how i wish they are my parents..but my mummy and daddy are not bad either. marie is really skinny and bonny.haiz.. she should have eaten more. oh ya..after that, all four of us took photos with their camera..so nice..taking photos with them is really an enjoyable things to do so..so we played catching in her house..yippie! yeah..then her dad sent me home.thanks a lot to her dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly..to my dear friend lydia: I DONT LIKE BENJAMIN AND ZIKAI!!! aiyo..she is forever making fun of me.. i think she enjoys doing that to me. haiz.. i wonder who is the next unlucky guy who have to partner me to be the victim of lydia's sharing..opps..band camp is tomorrow..(already past midnight now). so excited..but i am very tired..i need to*~snores..SNORES~ sleep.. my schedule is so packed for today. and thanks to mr pastor seow's sharing last night. i got something to share about in church. i think god send him down to knock some sense into me. love. i think i lack of love. but you know its hard to forgive and forget and loving a person is definitely not easy. i read the book peter, i think it really spoke to me alot. by faith,i can do it. i can do it( does it sounds like that nike brand?) i will try my best to love the people around me. but some things are still hindering me and i got to learn how to overcome it. going to pray hard for it..i think thats all..i am really tired. going to sleep liao..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10435111-111911307954808340?l=funkyfanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/feeds/111911307954808340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10435111&amp;postID=111911307954808340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111911307954808340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10435111/posts/default/111911307954808340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkyfanny.blogspot.com/2005/06/nice-bbq.html' title='nice bbq'/><author><name>tiffany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10679475788833230821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
