<?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-5687621594405219384</id><updated>2011-09-29T04:45:32.756+08:00</updated><category term='pregnant woman'/><category term='Questionnaires'/><category term='coke'/><category term='vampire'/><category term='deja vous'/><category term='Millionaires'/><category term='crazy people'/><category term='Billionaires'/><title type='text'>fAnNy WorLd...dOt doT DotZ...</title><subtitle type='html'>if only i can look into the future... There'll be lots of things that I'll do right instant. Speak the right words, make the best decisions, pretend to predict the future and make a huge pile of money. But I can't. My only best consolation is that,WHEN WORDS FAIL, MUSIC SPEAKS. Shall indulge and never attempt to get out of the world of music....

Melancholic Until Seahyifan Is Caughtdead. Then the world will stop just for me.

That's why I exist for.

Simply MUSIC.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>425</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8575675795398295354</id><published>2011-04-06T19:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T19:25:53.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                &lt;p&gt;Piece of shit. It’s only the 6th day of April and I close to having scars that will haunt me for life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My childhood friend. Yesterday, she was still suspected of having cancer. And today… The diagnose is 4th stage of bone cancer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t get it. I seriously don’t. She’s a healthy girl! She played sports in school. How is this possible?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were close. Probably like 15 years ago when we were little kids  performing for who knows what. I never enjoyed the performances, just  the good times I have with these playmates that I treasure till now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were flowers, secretly hiding in the push carts, awaiting to wave our leaves in the air.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were stars, costumes made up of materials so comfy that we slept  side by side, in the darkness where spotlights shone on us. We stick our  little star stickers on our costumes, choosing our favourite colour,  exchanging our hopes and dreams as we pasted onto them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were ninjas whose special powers was only about rolling on the floor and skipping as high as we could.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We were drummers who waved our sticks at the evil forces, forming our  “Home”, uniting everyone who has drifted back to where we belong…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I hate this. I really do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We didn’t stay in contact. We drifted apart.. I’ve got my own school  friends. So does she. Our only connection is the temple and the photos  we took.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I pray.. That this whole thing is just a lame April Fools’ joke. When  I wake up… Everything will be ok again. I am not the world’s most  pathetic person in the world and there’s no such thing as bone cancer.&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8575675795398295354?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8575675795398295354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8575675795398295354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8575675795398295354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8575675795398295354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-is.html' title='April is...'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4680702300415520436</id><published>2011-01-01T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:53:01.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post of 2011</title><content type='html'>Top 10 things I love about 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://iwishtofearnot.tumblr.com/post/2548885850/seriously-my-first-new-year-at-tumblr-its-pretty"&gt;Click to read more&lt;/a&gt;. I think most of you ... Hmmm... Wouldn't agree with me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions for 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be more active and involved in school. Stop being a hermit crab. This is after all my first real job and I have to be up to it. If not... No bonus =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn a new language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take up a kind of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee Jumping. (Bridget Ooi! Is Overseas Bungee trip still on?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Die die also have to travel out once to Harry Potter Land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to come up with lots of resolutions and in the end, they don't work out. So this year, I am just gonna come up with 5 doable ones. *Cross finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya already 2011 (That was sarcasm)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4680702300415520436?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4680702300415520436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4680702300415520436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4680702300415520436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4680702300415520436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-post-of-2011.html' title='First post of 2011'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-807009959405480697</id><published>2010-12-20T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:56:19.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The night before brother Dobby went to serve the country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9fQQwsw5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nq2cUQfAyZw/s1600/DSC00102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9fQQwsw5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nq2cUQfAyZw/s400/DSC00102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552761598552884114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Dobby (all the photos are blurry cos he insist on moving at the moment I click the camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9fCUXjVlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/V7Y6qgmsRmk/s1600/DSC00106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9fCUXjVlI/AAAAAAAAAUs/V7Y6qgmsRmk/s400/DSC00106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552761359002981970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See what he leaves me? Rules for using his desk in his scrawny handwriting. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9e3-li_TI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vmqhE1nVM20/s1600/DSC00103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9e3-li_TI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vmqhE1nVM20/s400/DSC00103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552761181357407538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9ejlApI2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0FoWUlJnmEc/s1600/DSC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9ejlApI2I/AAAAAAAAAUc/0FoWUlJnmEc/s400/DSC00104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552760830894351202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do kinda miss him. Especially the weekend when I had exams, recitals and a book to write and bind. I miss his domestic help in the cooking and housework. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;The house has been pretty empty. Not that I hate it. But it just feels kinda weird. Having more privacy all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I just puked cos he just called back and when my mom picked up the call she was like "宝贝啊，我的宝贝" (Baby, my baby) *Shivers* My mom still treats him like a baby. Think he's not taking army well. Hmmmm... Oh wells. It's only two weeks. Let's shall see how he looks like on Thursday. Hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-807009959405480697?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/807009959405480697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=807009959405480697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/807009959405480697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/807009959405480697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-before-brother-dobby-went-to.html' title='The night before brother Dobby went to serve the country'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TQ9fQQwsw5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/nq2cUQfAyZw/s72-c/DSC00102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3558406418838629074</id><published>2010-11-17T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:01:17.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a girl lost her ezlink card and posted her feelings onto her blog, hoping that a kind soul would pick it up and return it to her. It worked. The kind soul had protected her ezlink card and passed it back to the girl safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the girl has lost something even more precious to her. No, it's not her virginity.&lt;br /&gt;It's her wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm hoping that a very kind and generous soul would return my wallet to me. I don't care if you take the $96 inside. Just give me back my wallet. Seriously.. I don't even know how I lost it. So if you should pick it up and gimme an email...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seah_yifan@yahoo.com.sg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be very grateful to you. If all the money is still inside, I'll be more than glad to become your slave for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little foolish girl thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3558406418838629074?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3558406418838629074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3558406418838629074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3558406418838629074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3558406418838629074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-upon-time-girl-lost-her-ezlink.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7042697204186862033</id><published>2010-11-08T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:47:45.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First flu of the semester.</title><content type='html'>I love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sleeping is what I hate to do when I'm sick. What the irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I hate to sleep when I'm sick because I'm not really sleeping. It's more like.... Fainting under a very strenuous situation. It's like someone hit you in the head and you faint. When you wake up, something bad is going to happen. Well in this instance, medicine is the one who hits and messes around with my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drowsiness is still ok. I don't like the dreams I get when I 'faint' or sleep as whatever you prefer to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I caught a cold after tweeting zei and mybl. Out of nowhere, really. Took some leftover medicine, got drowsy and I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dreams that I had. First I was at this episode of Saturday Night Live where Jane Lynch was the host. And it slipped into one of the episodes of Glee. I was no one in particular. I dreamt of Matthew Morrison transformed into Pedobear Will (Blame it on tumblr) and he was touching every girls' boobs. And all the weird pairings popped out. Oh! Darren Criss was there. He was fighting with Finn over Kurt. Rachel was super mad and started biting Kurt. Blaine hits Rachel, Puck runs out and throws eggs at Jesse. (No idea where he came out from) And one of the eggs hit Sue and then, Jacob and Lauren popped out and there was a sex riot. (I think) The riot was just too much to bear and suddenly a telephone box dropped from the sky and the Doctor came out with his bow tie (Bow Tie!!!) I was like "Are you Matt Smith or Doctor Who?" Before he could answer me, Benedict Cumberbatch (Sherlock) dashed past me and pounced onto Matt Smith. GASP! What? Apparently it's not Benedict but Sherlock himself catching a criminal who was the Doctor. The riot continues and somehow the Doctor managed to pull himself out from the chaos and grabbed me into the telephone booth. Sue was screaming "THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS" and the telephone box flew right through her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait. The story doesn't end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, I sort of woke up but I was still drowsy and my head was still spinning. The moment I closed my eyes, I thought I could feel myself in the time travel machines, floating around in space and the Doctor was saying how glad he found me and saved me from all the shenanigans that happened. Hang on. I said. "You're not the real Doctor. He's British. How could he use the word shenanigans?" He replied in a matter-of-fact way "Because we've been to America remember? Oh don't worry, you'll know in Season 2. You finish watching the first season of the show first. And because, who am I?" "The Doctor". "Good, so now let's save the world once again. Where do you want to go?" I paused for a while and chose Russia. "Good choice, as a reward I'll let you play with my bow tie" and he winked at me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I know, I woke up feeling hungry, ate dinner while watching The Amazing Race S17. Guess where's the destination tonight? Yeap, you got it. Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one creepy but fun dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7042697204186862033?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7042697204186862033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7042697204186862033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7042697204186862033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7042697204186862033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-flu-of-semester.html' title='First flu of the semester.'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3847977882592395223</id><published>2010-11-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:45:02.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TM6n1tkBGpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6pQCwN2QDZo/s1600/tumblr_lb619wOE7A1qcfn05o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TM6n1tkBGpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6pQCwN2QDZo/s400/tumblr_lb619wOE7A1qcfn05o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534545533290486418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think my imaginative juices just dehydrated themselves. Omg.. I could do something like this a couple of years ago.. Now.. I'm afraid I'm just old, weak, feeble to think of something brilliant like this. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl Luisa looks like Michelle Yap Boo Lian don't you think? I thought so.. Hahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3847977882592395223?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3847977882592395223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3847977882592395223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3847977882592395223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3847977882592395223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-my-imaginative-juices-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TM6n1tkBGpI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6pQCwN2QDZo/s72-c/tumblr_lb619wOE7A1qcfn05o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4745498121316474921</id><published>2010-10-18T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:41:23.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm watching this show where the producers are trying to a love story between a cheating girlfriend and cheating buddy to be super romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual boyfriend is in coma. The couple actually broke up before that. So technically speaking.... The girl is allowed to date someone else? Nope. The coma boyfriend did not agree to the break-up so they're still in some talk/negotiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....... I think the producers are wasting their effort. Cos they try to make complicated love stories romantic to no avail. Whatever la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't the the actress' hair anyways.. It's like she's wearing a wig also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just read a very useless blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just updating for the sake of updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you can guess what show I'm watching... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4745498121316474921?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4745498121316474921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4745498121316474921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4745498121316474921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4745498121316474921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-im-watching-this-show-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4651592542162769904</id><published>2010-10-05T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:36:09.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ceramics module is really tiring. Hours and hours spent on centering the stupid clay that wouldn't stay on the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washing and cleaning of wet clays stuck on the tools and pails and tables and goodness knows where....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of control I have over something other than my poor demonstration of instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the sharing music session that Adel's wonderful iPod provides session after session. The singing while bending over the wheels is just absolutely fun. Music is fun. Singing is fun... I just have to remember this feeling when I step into the classroom in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I need for music education. The bonding memories of singing =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4651592542162769904?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4651592542162769904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4651592542162769904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4651592542162769904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4651592542162769904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/10/ceramics-module-is-really-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3405426577461209829</id><published>2010-10-01T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:18:26.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TKVE1CictgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IIlHKdpLgs4/s1600/tumblr_l9ilf8QXBk1qasjujo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TKVE1CictgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IIlHKdpLgs4/s400/tumblr_l9ilf8QXBk1qasjujo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522896196044895746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now... This is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3405426577461209829?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3405426577461209829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3405426577461209829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3405426577461209829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3405426577461209829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/10/right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TKVE1CictgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IIlHKdpLgs4/s72-c/tumblr_l9ilf8QXBk1qasjujo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8304710753726142123</id><published>2010-09-27T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:52:52.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) When life decides to drop you into a desert. Without and food and water.&lt;br /&gt;Make a sandwich to spite  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When someone tries to screw your life, stick 3 fingers up his arse and mouth in the most evil looking way "Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when I read this, I hope I'll be able to laugh at my own jokes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8304710753726142123?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8304710753726142123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8304710753726142123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8304710753726142123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8304710753726142123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-when-life-decides-to-drop-you-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-6098015435969418043</id><published>2010-09-12T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:17:38.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is probably one of those few days when I feel like writing my will, walk around aimlessly, find a good spot and just jump down from a very high building..... Bungee jumping la. U think what? *Evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm depressed. Not the depression-way like. Just unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say one day I was walking around and some stupid don't-know-how-to-drive-car driver hit me and I end up in a hospital. During the operation, some unknown figure takes my soul out and we have a little chat. We talk about the things I've done, the good decisions, best memories, regrets, mistakes and if I'm satisfied to leave the world just as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd paused for a while and depending on the state of mind and mood I am in I might say yes. But if that happens before I watch the last two Harry Potter movies and before I finish Monk, Criminal Minds and Glee then the answer is definitely NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious figure noticed my hesitation and asked, "If I give you a chance to live your life again. Would you do it?" "Really? Hang on.... That sounds too good to be true. What's the catch?" The genderless figure smiled slightly. That would totally give the chills. What a creep. And I was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will relive with the memories that you possess right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.... If I reset and live my life totally from scratch with the existing memories, this means that I would have the memories to know what to change or what not to change. But this also means that I have to go through some of the toughest times that I've sworn I'd never ever want to go through again. First one, teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a super impatient person. I only wait if I can see the goal. I can endure the hardships for that long, depending if what lies on my destination point is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 23 years old. Going through another 23 years of waiting, studying, hardships, just to see if the changes I've made works for the better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 years of primary school might sound fun. Except for the year when there's PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;But what about secondary school? The days of cramming information into my tiny brain, the exams, hormonal changes, crushes that only crushed me... It's not like the movie "Click" where I can have the luxury of the super remote control that allows me to fast forward these phases. I have to sit through every second of this second life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously... Is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or my second option is just to say no and live through the mistakes I've made and hope that by the end of my life, it makes sense somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the dilemma there? Sometimes I feel that I've made mistakes that cause me to end up the way I am. I hate it. Honestly, the 'reset' option would be so tempting for me. But the thought of living through a second life with my existing memory hurts too. And what if! What if the changes that I get to change end up all disastrous and I'm left with the same situation or worse than before? Would I be able to bear with such endings without any complaints or regrets? I highly doubt that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck at this. Anyone care to help? What would you choose? To continue where your heart stopped? Die? Or hit that 'reset' button?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-6098015435969418043?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6098015435969418043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=6098015435969418043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6098015435969418043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6098015435969418043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-is-probably-one-of-those-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4229554804300063779</id><published>2010-09-08T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T22:40:29.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate how I am getting educated in the University World. I don't know.. Maybe I've been watching so much "Criminal Minds" that whenever someone says something, I start to observe them. Like this morning, Dr Eugene was talking about the ridiculous notion of grouping Singaporeans according to C-M-I-O. Ok, so years ago, I've come to realise that CMIO is just ridiculous and quoting Dr Larry, O (Others) can also include the monkeys that lived at the back of his house. The population of O is increasing at a speed that it no longer stands for minority as a general. And as what Dr Eugene pointed out, we have communities that consists a higher percentage then the C, M, I or PRC now. (I think "I" is totally overtaken in the percentage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way home, on bus 199, out of nowhere, I started counting the percentage of CMIO that was present on the bus. I think the stress-er probably arised because I saw a couple of Caucasian students on the same bus. (Hmmm.. Not that good looking to leave a deep impression on me. Just saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: If solely based on the bus "population", the percentage would be as follow:&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese: 65% (including bus uncle)&lt;br /&gt;- Malay: 0% (cos there were none)&lt;br /&gt;- Indian: 12%&lt;br /&gt;- O plus PRC: 23%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored(?) to the extent that I was thinking about this racial issue like not being totally colorblind but to acknowledge the fact that we should embrace and accept varied color skin tones and DNAs to be around us and that Singapore is truly a melting pot of all cultures. Don't just assume that the majority will always be a majority and stick to what you know. It's simply foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta seriously stop. I feel so stupid like lecturing to someone I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the whole point of this post is to vent out my frustration of how whenever some stupid idea is introduced (or re-introduced in this case) to my stupid head, my brain would start to find connections of this idea around my environment. I wish .. I just wish .. I can stay focus enough to pass this stupid last semester and not let incidents like this distract me from proper work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4229554804300063779?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4229554804300063779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4229554804300063779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4229554804300063779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4229554804300063779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-hate-how-i-am-getting-educated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3237129542557400826</id><published>2010-09-06T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:14:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school. Go to school for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching TV. Like the past four months. BUT!&lt;br /&gt;In the back of my head, I keep worrying about school and readings to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching TV is just not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past four months, I've worked for a couple of weeks, and spent the rest of the time watching World Cup, singing karaoke and watching movies. Basically... A hobo life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the very last time I can be a hobo. Cos this is the very last semester as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm a working adult... TV will be totally be a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaah.. The thing I miss about the short lived hobo life is the luxury of waking up to no agenda in the mornings. Watching TV with no worries that I have work to do. Reading books til late in the... er... make that early in the morning =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have like 3 more novel series and now I have to slow down because of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like the wrong thing to complain? Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop being a hobo and get my brain and body system to be a last minute student again =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3237129542557400826?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3237129542557400826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3237129542557400826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3237129542557400826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3237129542557400826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8596362242889204076</id><published>2010-08-26T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:48:25.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/THZGU9498JI/AAAAAAAAATk/fc690byH6f4/s1600/convo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/THZGU9498JI/AAAAAAAAATk/fc690byH6f4/s400/convo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509668520159211666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate it when my mother keeps bugging me to text my brother to find  out where he is. HEY! I ain't no stalker. Even if so.. I only creep and  stalk Yoann, Benedict and Matthew ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, MSN is so much easier. Don't require me to get up from my lying position and get the phone.&lt;/p&gt;I  wanted to use "Beautiful, intelligent, talented, caring and humorous"  But I'm worried he'll be a bit slow to realise it meant BITCH. Oh wells.  Had to improvise something =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8596362242889204076?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8596362242889204076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8596362242889204076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8596362242889204076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8596362242889204076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/hate-it-when-my-mother-keeps-bugging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/THZGU9498JI/AAAAAAAAATk/fc690byH6f4/s72-c/convo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2454785516921023084</id><published>2010-08-26T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:14:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AXN Asia repeating broadcast of "Slam Dunk"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched it when I was little. Like 10 years ago? Haha.. Not so little then. Back then my major anime crush is hunky no.11 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA Kaede Rukawa 流川枫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean he's like the youngest and best player on the team!!!! And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my small immature childish like mind... This is the guy that i'd date and marry in the future!!! Cos he can play basketball really really well! And he's super amazingly good looking. But he seriously need some tanning. He's too white. Almost Edward Cullen like. Argh. And I was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's tall, handsome and amazing. How can anyone NOT like him? (Except for Sakuragi Hanamichi of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was this group of girls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Oh wells. That's just some silly anime crush that I used to have like 10 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously miss the anime though. Wish someone would pick up the anime from where it was left. *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone's got anime crushes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2454785516921023084?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2454785516921023084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2454785516921023084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2454785516921023084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2454785516921023084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/axn-asia-repeating-broadcast-of-slam.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7246546123212709135</id><published>2010-08-24T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:48:20.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was learning cycling with Tiff, Adel and Noel.&lt;br /&gt;They were brilliant. They gave me some instructions, I followed them. And the next thing I know, I was cycling with them already! Hmmm.. But I still cant control my speed and turn right and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is.. Actually I didn't really rmb the dream until I saw some kid cycling. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pre-ordered my copy of The Deathly Hallows years ago but I lost it. I lent it to someone (Don't worry Adel, it wasn't you!) and I couldn't get it back. Cos I can't bloody hell remember who I lent it to. So I decided to buy another copy. But the problem is, hard copy is kinda difficult to find. In the end, I still got it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how much is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution........... Posted later in the week. Hahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7246546123212709135?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7246546123212709135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7246546123212709135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7246546123212709135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7246546123212709135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-dream-so-i-was-learning-cycling.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-6363530422777360458</id><published>2010-08-17T21:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:43:13.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody loves Raymond. Or at least, I do =)</title><content type='html'>Do you have a particular scene that you love and will make you smile and laugh no matter how depressed or upset you are? Well, mine is from "Everybody loves Raymond" season 1. The kids are super hilarious! I wish they had continued the show. Or wells. Sorry for the lousy quality though. You know, it's a pretty old show and I got it off the internet soooo... Enjoy anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqQALmgbvI/AAAAAAAAATc/G80A3qvfE9s/s1600/1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqQALmgbvI/AAAAAAAAATc/G80A3qvfE9s/s400/1.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371827202551538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqP8tKBcwI/AAAAAAAAATU/oaIUhFcM0y0/s1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqP8tKBcwI/AAAAAAAAATU/oaIUhFcM0y0/s400/1.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371767490409218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqP4zjlp4I/AAAAAAAAATM/5fv_1fQJuIk/s1600/1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqP4zjlp4I/AAAAAAAAATM/5fv_1fQJuIk/s400/1.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371700488775554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPzNKJDjI/AAAAAAAAATE/NwJLdv_xfQU/s1600/1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPzNKJDjI/AAAAAAAAATE/NwJLdv_xfQU/s400/1.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371604282150450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPusKPSGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Z9kGaJHZOz4/s1600/1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPusKPSGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Z9kGaJHZOz4/s400/1.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371526704711778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPmWzlpdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lPiW1zsLb1w/s1600/1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPmWzlpdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lPiW1zsLb1w/s400/1.5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371383533610450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPhxFrhiI/AAAAAAAAASs/zJTGfof-sog/s1600/1.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqPhxFrhiI/AAAAAAAAASs/zJTGfof-sog/s400/1.6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371304689468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's the reincarnation of Hitler! *Salute* Geoffrey is so adorable! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap! I've got too much time on my hands to cap these pictures. But seriously, I love it! I don't want holiday to end so soon. *Sobz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-6363530422777360458?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6363530422777360458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=6363530422777360458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6363530422777360458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6363530422777360458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/everybody-loves-raymond-or-at-least-i.html' title='Everybody loves Raymond. Or at least, I do =)'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGqQALmgbvI/AAAAAAAAATc/G80A3qvfE9s/s72-c/1.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8192153146810256290</id><published>2010-08-12T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:24:51.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>You know how the movie "Inception" is such a big hit that it's been on the twitter trending topics for like weeks? I think it'll be a month soon. Everyone's talking it. It's such a great movie of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another indication for ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Utube is amazing and an ass hole at the same time. What an irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHJwgA54Gqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jHJwgA54Gqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGdQURlmsjc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGdQURlmsjc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLDx-BPgxxA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLDx-BPgxxA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AY69-AgUmDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AY69-AgUmDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Est38y9Bs8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Est38y9Bs8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo DiCapro then vs NOW! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upZMMVLdDmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upZMMVLdDmU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is your favorite? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8192153146810256290?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8192153146810256290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8192153146810256290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8192153146810256290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8192153146810256290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2868537589408364045</id><published>2010-08-11T17:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T19:38:10.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday daydream list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKIx4ZIkAI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZVmlltbI0W0/s1600/XJ-3800_air_purifier.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKIx4ZIkAI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZVmlltbI0W0/s400/XJ-3800_air_purifier.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504112085132939266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The air purifier. The number one top priority on my daydream/wish list. Gosh! I am so paranoid by the fact that I am going to die early because of bad air... *Gagging noises*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHH3FqZCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/26dgQsjfNRE/s1600/Harry_Potter_Book_Contest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHH3FqZCI/AAAAAAAAAR8/26dgQsjfNRE/s400/Harry_Potter_Book_Contest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504110263716701218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Harry Potter series. I've lost a couple of the books T o T And I'd really want to have a set for display and occasional flipping. Next stop. Harry Potter movies DVD set. YEAH! And I'd have the money to buy then. *Woots*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHNl2QsqI/AAAAAAAAASE/p89nhoSIc2c/s1600/Monk_Complete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHNl2QsqI/AAAAAAAAASE/p89nhoSIc2c/s400/Monk_Complete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504110362167915170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite detective/mystery/comedy series. Currently finished at season 3. Need to find where to rent/buy the rest of the seasons. (Until Season 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHTp8qvnI/AAAAAAAAASM/G2S2ENb2pm8/s1600/Pirates_special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHTp8qvnI/AAAAAAAAASM/G2S2ENb2pm8/s400/Pirates_special.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504110466347744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain Jack Sparrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKG8B5E9DI/AAAAAAAAARs/bRN828vO2yM/s1600/223668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKG8B5E9DI/AAAAAAAAARs/bRN828vO2yM/s400/223668.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504110060458275890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate the second movie. But 1 out of 4 seems a little. Haha. I think the best out of the 4 movies is definitely the 3rd one. Sean Connery and Harrison Ford. Father and son. Two thumbs UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHBh6kiBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/42DsnG_ZeF0/s1600/dsc07087ms8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKHBh6kiBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/42DsnG_ZeF0/s400/dsc07087ms8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504110154953820178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keroro Gunsou. Been at this anime for years. Literally. It started out in year 2000. Look! It's enrolled in a primary 4 class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKK9rsTjcI/AAAAAAAAASk/SXUhValvTH0/s1600/keion_kaigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKK9rsTjcI/AAAAAAAAASk/SXUhValvTH0/s400/keion_kaigi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504114486905376194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keion! I love the Manga and Anime series. Go watch it if you haven't done so. Every time I feel super lazy to practice the chords on the guitar, I'd read and watch it for inspiration. Aaah. I wish pop music was more conventional during my secondary school days or even back in NAFA days. Aaaaah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... Guess that's it for the moment. There'll be part 2 and 3 coming up I think ^ o ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2868537589408364045?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2868537589408364045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2868537589408364045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2868537589408364045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2868537589408364045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-daydream-list.html' title='Birthday daydream list'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TGKIx4ZIkAI/AAAAAAAAASc/ZVmlltbI0W0/s72-c/XJ-3800_air_purifier.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7552740767184170860</id><published>2010-08-09T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:52:00.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TF_PUzqavrI/AAAAAAAAARc/oOb_xhSU7zM/s1600/singapore_flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TF_PUzqavrI/AAAAAAAAARc/oOb_xhSU7zM/s400/singapore_flag.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503345226042490546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Independence Day Singapore! 45 years and ongoing. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I'm patriotic lez ^  ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how boring you might be.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how some of the systems here suck.&lt;br /&gt;All I know that this is the most stable, peaceful and low cost living place in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I was born here with cheap movie tickets for movie junkies like me to spend less and watch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7552740767184170860?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7552740767184170860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7552740767184170860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7552740767184170860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7552740767184170860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-independence-day-singapore-45.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TF_PUzqavrI/AAAAAAAAARc/oOb_xhSU7zM/s72-c/singapore_flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8647712337970321482</id><published>2010-08-04T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:23:17.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly little brothers...</title><content type='html'>Me: Hey, what are you playing?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Idiot! Die, die, die.. Huh? 什么?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm... "Idiot. Die die die"? Not a bad title for a game. Shall look for it and try that in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Wa.. Why you wake up so early?&lt;br /&gt;Me: To catch the early worm.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: (Pause) But you're not a fish wor..&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT!! Not fish la idiot. It's BIRD! B.I.R.D!!! BIRD.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Chey.. I know. 早起的鸟儿有虫吃. But I cant eat bird. I like fish.....&lt;br /&gt;Me: = ___ = "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just strangle him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't my brother like Noel's brother who'll give witty, smart remarks? Sigh.. Oh wells, I'll worry the day when he turns smart. Cos .. I still want him to be lovable one, and me.. The smart crazy one in the family =) If he's smart, I can't torture him... Hmmm. Good point&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8647712337970321482?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8647712337970321482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8647712337970321482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8647712337970321482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8647712337970321482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/08/silly-little-brothers.html' title='Silly little brothers...'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-242007948800789054</id><published>2010-07-30T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T00:03:10.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful how u exclaim!</title><content type='html'>A: Eh! Eh! Eh! Eh!&lt;br /&gt;B: What 'A'? Excuse me, I got at least C hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh! See, see, see, see..&lt;br /&gt;B: *Turns around* No la, not C. So flat, must be A minus minus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= ___ = 无语问苍天&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-242007948800789054?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/242007948800789054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=242007948800789054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/242007948800789054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/242007948800789054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/be-careful-how-u-exclaim.html' title='Be careful how u exclaim!'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-578576296458670290</id><published>2010-07-28T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T19:10:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Perfect (Part II)</title><content type='html'>I made a HUGE discovery today. That is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody works for Anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. My Mr Perfect is working for this dude called Anybody. So step 1, I'll be searching for Mr Anybody. Step 2, Search the premises. Step 3, Get Mr Nobody. Step 4, live happily ever after..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-578576296458670290?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/578576296458670290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=578576296458670290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/578576296458670290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/578576296458670290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/mr-perfect-part-ii.html' title='Mr Perfect (Part II)'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8616853254994283488</id><published>2010-07-26T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:52:58.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TE12d_YZMjI/AAAAAAAAARU/u-RIOayB4oU/s1600/i_am_nobody_nobody_is_perfect_therefore_i_a_tshirt-p235163787612964834qw9y_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TE12d_YZMjI/AAAAAAAAARU/u-RIOayB4oU/s400/i_am_nobody_nobody_is_perfect_therefore_i_a_tshirt-p235163787612964834qw9y_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498180977691275826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yea... I am still soooooo waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone name "Nobody".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr Nobody, I hope you'll show up now and sweep me off my feet cos you're the most perfect person in the world, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr Nobody, I hope to see you soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8616853254994283488?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8616853254994283488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8616853254994283488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8616853254994283488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8616853254994283488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-yea.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TE12d_YZMjI/AAAAAAAAARU/u-RIOayB4oU/s72-c/i_am_nobody_nobody_is_perfect_therefore_i_a_tshirt-p235163787612964834qw9y_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2698303588166334648</id><published>2010-07-22T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:34:07.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most worrying problem</title><content type='html'>I think the most worrying problem that I see right now is the issue of teenage smoking.&lt;br /&gt;It's rising (in the number of smokers) and dropping (the age of smokers) at the same time that it's simply alarming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to not really care about it because no one around me (back in the old house) smokes much. But in the new neighbourhood, I'm terrified of this issue! Why? BECAUSE I MIGHT GET CANCER AND DIE SUDDENLY FROM ALL THE 2ND HAND SMOKE, THAT'S WHY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesnt help that I live on the 2nd floor too... (Damn it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone smokes, I haf to close the window so that the smell doesnt get it. Or I blast the fan outwards to get rid of the poisonous gas. (Gosh! I spelled poisonous correctly at one go! Without the auto correct. Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyday after school, some idiot kids would hide between the 2nd and 3rd floor staircase and have a smoking party. Literally a P.A.R.T.Y U can see all the food wrappers, plastic bottles and cigarette butts on the floor after that. Luckily I dun live on the 3rd floor. And that the party was over after I came home from piano class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, yesterday afternoon I had my piano class. (Cos I missed class on Saturday because I overslept. It's 8am lesson, so forgive me for that.) Half way through the lesson, I chocked, gagged and rolled over and almost died. Ok la, that was a little over exaggerated. I gagged and coughed a little. So did my piano teacher and her daughter. Why? Cos of stupid smokers who were hiding in the stairway. Hey! She lived on the 8th floor! These kids got the time to climb up so high and yet they used it to smoke? I dun get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would anyone smoke and treat it so normal here? It's Singapore for goodness sake. The only freak country that treats smoking as a freaky activity. That's why I love it here better than other places .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a second hand smoker. They get cancer at a higher rate and risk than the actual smokers. Sorry for freaking out but you know, I might live at this house for quite some time, and I don't want to get cancer and die so young. And if I do, and if it's due to second hand smoke.. U noe who I'm gonna sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was writing this, a great wonderful post came up. &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2010/07/smoking.html"&gt;http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2010/07/smoking.html&lt;/a&gt; This post speaks to what's happening to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a time machine, I'd go back in time and assassinate (hell lots of 's' there) the idiot who came up with the idea of smoking and the person who succeeded in commercializing smoking habits. And everyone who tries to make and encourage cigarettes and smoking. Any takers? Anti smoking ninja warriors.. Anyone with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2698303588166334648?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2698303588166334648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2698303588166334648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2698303588166334648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2698303588166334648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/most-worrying-problem.html' title='The most worrying problem'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-6231831764914606824</id><published>2010-07-20T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:30:38.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TEWIiJgmYUI/AAAAAAAAARM/ycx7xW4wGco/s1600/25453_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TEWIiJgmYUI/AAAAAAAAARM/ycx7xW4wGco/s400/25453_540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495949040525140290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globalisation should solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I meant that in the most sarcastic way possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-6231831764914606824?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6231831764914606824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=6231831764914606824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6231831764914606824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6231831764914606824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/spicy-food-for-thought.html' title='Spicy food for thought'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TEWIiJgmYUI/AAAAAAAAARM/ycx7xW4wGco/s72-c/25453_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-5914516078908779513</id><published>2010-07-18T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:46:16.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will this crazy weather end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TEMgtiY05BI/AAAAAAAAARE/_453xKJa_cM/s1600/A2627-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TEMgtiY05BI/AAAAAAAAARE/_453xKJa_cM/s400/A2627-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495271937019274258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the weather is controlled like the planet where Mojako came from. Like for example, rain at specific timings like 12 - 2PM or something. Or better still. Rain on Mondays, Wednesday and Fridays for at most 2 hours. The rest of the day can be sunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a gigantic remote control which allows equal temperament weather around the world. Then we can decide what to wear the next day. Long coats, check it out yo colorful sweater or just plain slippers would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Just wishing. Just wishing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: "If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme." Liar liar pants on fire. I'm not going to believe you stupid lyrics from "When you wish upon a star" Singapore super light-polluted. NO STARS AT ALL!!! Boo hoo hooooooo  T o T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-5914516078908779513?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5914516078908779513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=5914516078908779513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5914516078908779513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5914516078908779513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-will-this-crazy-weather-end.html' title='When will this crazy weather end?'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TEMgtiY05BI/AAAAAAAAARE/_453xKJa_cM/s72-c/A2627-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8102930773558434269</id><published>2010-07-15T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:09:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TD8HPE6ZeLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cuEEi-8cpJI/s1600/4542157001_5da1fc6acf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TD8HPE6ZeLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cuEEi-8cpJI/s400/4542157001_5da1fc6acf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494118026013407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I've been waiting for this movie for like ages.. All the hype that I've been building it up. Well, the starting didn't disappoint me of course. The humor, comedy and storyline is familiar and develops further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..... (Yeah, you see this coming right? ^ ^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really like the tone of the movie. It was just a bit too dark and depressing for me. The arguments, struggle etc .. .. Maybe it's because I'm feeling some of the issues that the characters faced in the movie. They found a solution. Things worked out in the end for them.. But I kept thinking... What about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending was nice. Mozart piano duet. The piece that started it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now.. I wish I hadn't seen the movie after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that there would be more Specials coming up. Something more cheerful and happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8102930773558434269?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8102930773558434269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8102930773558434269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8102930773558434269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8102930773558434269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TD8HPE6ZeLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/cuEEi-8cpJI/s72-c/4542157001_5da1fc6acf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7939863766216936432</id><published>2010-07-14T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T22:21:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>You know how some people always like to break the news to you by saying something like "Well, you're gonna know it anyway, sooner or later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people would reply, "Well then, I choose later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But NOT me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose the other option: Sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason? Simply because I'm a Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a typical Virgo, I prefer to be hit with the unexpected news sooner. If it's good news, well, all the more time I have to rejoice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if it's bad news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rationale would be that I'd be more prepared to deal with the messy situation. It buys me more time, psychologically, mentally (whatever-lly there is in the world) for me to deal with it. You know, like getting the grasp of the situation, look around, come up with options, think through the options that I've come up with, discuss with friends (a very very important step to me) and finally, make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't stop there. No sir, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making the decision, there comes the worrying stage where you worry if it'll come around as "ok", if it makes sense. If it's 10000% dummy proof. Then what about Plan B, C or Z? There's also the emotional turmoil one has to experience (ok, maybe that's just me) during the wait for the ending result. Even though I know that everything will be alright in the end... The worrying never EVER stops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These processes may come to be salient for most people. But for me, it's a linear process. It has stages that I follow. A step-by-step like procedure and experiences that I have to go through. So that is why I need lots and lots of time to accept the sudden situation, think through it, adapt to it then finally solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly. I hate the fact that after I've made the perfect decision, execute it and thought that most of the messy stuffs is cleared....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bomb drops from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst thing is... It could have been avoided by sending the bloody email 24 hours earlier!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DO YOU SEND SUCH AN IMPORTANT EMAIL AFTER THE EVENT? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out of the school, start working, start earning money, and last but not least, earn my through the system so that I can start screwing other people's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The post title is called Retail Therapy cos that's exactly what I want to do right now. Cos I just realised I missed out most of the GSS period. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7939863766216936432?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7939863766216936432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7939863766216936432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7939863766216936432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7939863766216936432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-736399710022453285</id><published>2010-07-12T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:49:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's purely coincidental, or is it?</title><content type='html'>Overheard a parent-child conversation in which the kid was pleading the mother to buy something. The kid was kinda desperate I guess cos she kept saying "Please, please, please" And finally the fateful line, "Pretty pleeeeeeease"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And instantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The appearance of please does not make any difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gru, Despicable Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That popped up to my mind and brought a smile to this kinda depressing morning. (Cos it's the end of World Cup 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always suspected myself as being a bit.. psychic. That means having super powers, not mental, like psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately I've been going through this notion of "是你的，就是你的。莫强求。" and the idea of not looking through other people's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, during sermon, Reverend's words just kinda struck me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to know not to envy what other people have. But it's just too difficult for me to do that. You know, like the Bloom's taxonomy thing. 1st level of understanding. You may know what is the definition of the concept, but understanding it by doing it, analysing, evaluation are the higher order thinking skills that requires much more action and heart put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a wake up call I guess.. After teasing around the idea of not envying, someone of the higher authority has spoken. Put the knowledge into use and action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.. I'm a bit crazy. I've been onto the World Cup for like the entire month. Following the matches and going crazy (and almost voiceless) with every save, foul, goals and celebration. Then, I just missed the most important match of all. LoL.. Yup.. I chose to sleep on the night Spain and Netherlands fought for their first ever World Cup trophy. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like watching these events. Cos with every match, there's bound to be this someone specially talented and good looking that pops out from nowhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time it was Rooney, C. Ronaldo, Kaka, Torres (he's still very hot! Even with a wife and daughter), Messi, etc, etc. Now, there's the amazing German team Thomas Muller, Phillips Lahm, Ozil (all married. Blaaaah), Fabio Coentrao (married with kid &gt; . &lt;  )who's too under rated in my opinion. He's definitely better den team captain C.Ronaldo.  There's also Javier Hernandez (aka, Chicharito) the fastest player in the entire game, and my ultimate &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥ Yoann Gourcuff. Well, partly cos he's French. Hehehe.. Too bad France went out too early. And he got a red card for nothing. (I still think the referee was too harsh and stupid. Eyes kena stamped by elephant!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing out of the World Cup is that I made new twitter friends whom I can squeal with. Ok, we squeal at the hot guys la. But we also curse at Paul the octoidiot (Have u heard that he's going to get a disciple/student and pass his knowledge of prediction? How ridiculous is that?) and the stupid referees and those people who get away with fouls. Erlack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Enough rambling. After football.. I'm going into the paranormal world. Nope, not vampire EVER! I absolutely hate/loathe it. I'm going into the world of magic and faeries. Not fairy. It's Faeri. Still trying to figure out the difference between the two. Well, I'll update when I finish the two series of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more reading. My brain's almost dead with too much video and books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/YIFAN%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TDsaGt3k4vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oJ75Wu-KIUw/s1600/yoann-gourcuff-20090527-511655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TDsaGt3k4vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oJ75Wu-KIUw/s400/yoann-gourcuff-20090527-511655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493012873202688754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yoann Gourcuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one HOT French. See you in Euro2012 in Poland/Ukraine. Let's hope the new coach for the French team is a better and treats you better too ^ . ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: It's just that I used to think that I am way better then. At least, I can control my desires and urges. I know the difference between want and need. But that wall has disintegrated. Weeks of reflection and the answer is surprisingly simpler than I thought. It's cos of my faith. I used to have more faith in Gohonzon and I was a much avid believer. Now, I rely myself too much. Sometimes more than religion. By doing so, all my past practices were instantly disregarded. What I've learnt are just memories because I no longer put them into use into my daily life as I've done so, with much more discipline. That's the root of the issue. I can go on and on. But I'll just bore myself to death. All I want to say is this. It just comes down to the most basic thing. In both religion and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-736399710022453285?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/736399710022453285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=736399710022453285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/736399710022453285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/736399710022453285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/ive-always-suspected-myself-as-being.html' title='It&apos;s purely coincidental, or is it?'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TDsaGt3k4vI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oJ75Wu-KIUw/s72-c/yoann-gourcuff-20090527-511655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-5034540167777094792</id><published>2010-07-11T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T14:51:07.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading.. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fluffy I'm gonna die. IT'S SO FLUFFY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-5034540167777094792?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5034540167777094792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=5034540167777094792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5034540167777094792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5034540167777094792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-swear-im-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1503140930815268822</id><published>2010-07-05T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:34:04.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Number of books read in May = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of books read in June = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning illiterate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1503140930815268822?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1503140930815268822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1503140930815268822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1503140930815268822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1503140930815268822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/number-of-books-read-in-may-5-number-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2259644309599676629</id><published>2010-07-02T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:46:22.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More videos to share ^ o ^</title><content type='html'>This kid is super adorable. I think I'll just faint with happiness if my  future kid is as initiative as this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4WrUuyx1Ds&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y4WrUuyx1Ds&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Who cares what product this ad is selling. It just doesn't matter anymore =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many football stars are left in the current 2010 World Cup? How many do you recognise still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qw_uJCnL_Ls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qw_uJCnL_Ls&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: After weeks of exclamation, me twitter friends and moi came to a heartbroken conclusion. These football stars marry super young. Especially the German team. Thomas Muller is barely 21 yet, he's already married. See? There should be a law forbidding these hotties to marry so young. Not before they turn 25 ^____^''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least... I'd love to see THIS referee in the World Cup matches. He'll be way more entertaining and professional than the players themselves. Hahaha.. Imagine... All the players distracted, fans cheering for him instead. Haha, wonder if he's still refereeing matches still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X30EK631ZsM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X30EK631ZsM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least... I watched this til my tummy, jaw and cheek bones hurt. Hahaha.. Watch this if you're not afraid of getting stitches from laughing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b898f9dde622e38e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db898f9dde622e38e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329926425%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D288FFA09884E084AA137D2C738B71ECC6781355.6E15AE11CEEAA91FA2C20E1F31FCDE72C0562A2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db898f9dde622e38e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP7VbRtb_-DGS6ODSGhY8tQg1ZKw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db898f9dde622e38e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329926425%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D288FFA09884E084AA137D2C738B71ECC6781355.6E15AE11CEEAA91FA2C20E1F31FCDE72C0562A2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db898f9dde622e38e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DP7VbRtb_-DGS6ODSGhY8tQg1ZKw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2259644309599676629?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b898f9dde622e38e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2259644309599676629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2259644309599676629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2259644309599676629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2259644309599676629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-videos-to-share-o.html' title='More videos to share ^ o ^'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8203428006735961714</id><published>2010-07-01T14:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:48:32.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He understands Korean??!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_pkYxX7VQc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_pkYxX7VQc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Should the day comes when Mr Eboue here, retires from football.. My suggestion is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not consider being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. World Class comedian. (I thought the idea and timing in the video was great!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Become an international translator in Korea. I think you'll be a hit there. (LoL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Become a spy in Korea for Ivory Coast. (Spy on their football tactics of course.) It'd work in the World Cup games. You listen to what they have to say, report back to camp and foil their strategies. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super amazing la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8203428006735961714?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8203428006735961714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8203428006735961714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8203428006735961714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8203428006735961714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-understands-korean.html' title='He understands Korean??!!??'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8641069749455008908</id><published>2010-06-30T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:04:24.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u watched this jinx, simply pure evil ad?</title><content type='html'>I'm talking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/idLG6jh23yE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I don't really believe in the so-called jinx or curse. But coming to the 3rd week of the World Cup and seeing my favourite team Portugal (*sobz* My Fabio Coentrao!!!) out of the game... I can't NOT see this in a different light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France disgracefully out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho not selected to the team.&lt;br /&gt;Italy, knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Rooney, booed by his fans.&lt;br /&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo, not much of use as a captain and oust by *curse it* Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ad just reeks of puuuuuure bad karma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8641069749455008908?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8641069749455008908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8641069749455008908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8641069749455008908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8641069749455008908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/have-u-watched-this-jinx-simply-pure.html' title='Have u watched this jinx, simply pure evil ad?'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-183356304956474431</id><published>2010-06-29T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:29:00.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss being a 90's kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AU2csYqs63g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AU2csYqs63g&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah. The memories =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing. I'll love to see a movie about Brain finally taking over the world and he wakes up, realising that whatever happened was just a dream. And I'll like to know whatever happened to Miss Pink Ranger actress and Mr Green Ranger actor too. Hahaha.. Think I'll google them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you, my fellow 90's kid? Which part of the video do u miss the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-183356304956474431?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/183356304956474431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=183356304956474431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/183356304956474431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/183356304956474431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-being-90s-kid.html' title='I miss being a 90&apos;s kid'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8375092932487602554</id><published>2010-06-25T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T12:03:48.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TCQp8eIZTvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dnqv6sjtO1s/s1600/174604_34_52323_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TCQp8eIZTvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dnqv6sjtO1s/s400/174604_34_52323_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486556364901273330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like.. I wanna take many many many photos with my friends while I ... still look like a human..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even penguins know the importance of capturing precious moments =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8375092932487602554?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8375092932487602554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8375092932487602554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8375092932487602554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8375092932487602554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TCQp8eIZTvI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dnqv6sjtO1s/s72-c/174604_34_52323_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-5851234081533049245</id><published>2010-06-23T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T00:20:16.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I is watching the world cup with me brother. It's the France vs S.Africa match</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Yes!  Goal (punches my fat pudgy arm into the fake air.)&lt;br /&gt;Bro: What the  f***? What are they doing? How can they let in a goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After the red card given to the French  player, Yoann Gourcuff&lt;/span&gt; (who is quite cute),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: Oh no, the  S.Africa player is lying there not moving. The cute guy is checking on  him sia. So nice and gentleman of him. *swoons*&lt;br /&gt;Bro: ... ... (moments  of silence)&lt;br /&gt;I: wa... Say something.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: (Chanting the same  string of words) I'm so disappointed with France. I'm so disappointed  with France. (and as he says that, his pitch and tone gets higher and  weirder.)&lt;br /&gt;I and Bro: (Moments of absolute silence, with the vuvuzela  buzzing loudly in the background)&lt;br /&gt;I: Er... Do you want me to change  to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; match instead?&lt;br /&gt;Bro:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When S.Africa almost goal in with a free  kick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: NO!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: *Smacks* I almost got heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When S.Africa got in with the second goal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro:  NOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;I: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Why you say yes? Nooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When S.Africa got in with the third goal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;I: (Look at him crazily)&lt;br /&gt;Bro: It's offside,  offside, offside!! OFFSIDE!!!! (roars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, France lost.&lt;br /&gt;Poor  thing, he looked so dejected during the entire match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's even  more interesting today. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-5851234081533049245?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5851234081533049245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=5851234081533049245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5851234081533049245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5851234081533049245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-is-watching-world-cup-with-me.html' title='When I is watching the world cup with me brother. It&apos;s the France vs S.Africa match'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-436697265636399329</id><published>2010-06-22T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:47:14.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On books</title><content type='html'>Ever read a book that you picked up out of curiosity because of all the hype and rave reviews about it, and then regret your decision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not talking about the silly "Twilight" series. (Because I was never curious about gross vampire paranormal stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try "Pretty little liars". It's a novel series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant believe I picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm paying it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of caution: Read it if you dare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-436697265636399329?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/436697265636399329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=436697265636399329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/436697265636399329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/436697265636399329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/ever-read-book-that-you-picked-up-out.html' title='On books'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2551750589548844730</id><published>2010-06-21T12:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:46:02.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystery of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember hugging Winnie the Pooh to sleep last night. But when I woke up, it was stranded at the bottom of my feet and I was hugging Snoopy 0__0??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My theory is that Snoopy got jealous, kicked Winnie out of my hands and replaced his position ^__^&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Wait, Winnie the Pooh is a "he" right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The highlight of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TB7rVmYtnhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DIvKIiJPD-o/s1600/vuvuzela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TB7rVmYtnhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DIvKIiJPD-o/s400/vuvuzela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485080152497823250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who dedicate picture like this to me deserve all the good sugary things in life. Karma level for Miss Tiffany Cheok = up, Up, UP! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish of the day at 12:34PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal will win North Korea. I made a bet with my brother. It involves household chores. I dun wanna lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irritating thing of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some idiot called me at 7:21AM, den 7:41AM. Guess what I did the second time round? I push the talk button, heard the hello, and I cut the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how pissed off I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den I looked at the number. It was from the job agency, probably to tell me about my payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now who's the idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't u dare point fingers at *siam away* ______________ (fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something I wanna try of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the train is going through the tunnel, in that few seconds to minutes of darkness, if you held your breath long enough and make a wish at the end of the tunnel, your wish will come true.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try that. But I dun take trains wor. And there's none in Singapore I think. Oh wait, does MRT count? Probably not, cos it doesn't go dark in the tunnel. hmmmmm.. If not, I could try it at the one at Bukit Gombak station area. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go traveling then... Take an old-fashioned train and do just that ^ o ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2551750589548844730?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2551750589548844730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2551750589548844730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2551750589548844730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2551750589548844730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/mystery-of-day-i-remember-hugging.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TB7rVmYtnhI/AAAAAAAAAQk/DIvKIiJPD-o/s72-c/vuvuzela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3315493435265488412</id><published>2010-06-20T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:56:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TB4PikjH8xI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UzdI7fuxPgA/s1600/F03-033-5005-570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TB4PikjH8xI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UzdI7fuxPgA/s400/F03-033-5005-570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484838482784809746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me this.... And I'll hate u for the rest of .... like 20 years time ^__^''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just find this repulsive that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: But seriously.. Why and how would anyone perform with this ON STAGE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3315493435265488412?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3315493435265488412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3315493435265488412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3315493435265488412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3315493435265488412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/get-me-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TB4PikjH8xI/AAAAAAAAAQc/UzdI7fuxPgA/s72-c/F03-033-5005-570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7752769274855280932</id><published>2010-06-19T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T21:12:34.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling an all nighter...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm too used to sudden changes in plans cos of the constant improvising of events that occurs out of nowhere. I used to think that it's because of my poor prediction skills and/or my ability to plan ahead, with plus-minus situations and buffering time included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I did not feel the frustration of a plan gone wayward this morning. There's no cursing in my head. Racking my brain for alternatives to make everything right. Everything just went... Smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast at Mac, hotcakes with sausage. A little drizzle there, cool though. Cos I had my umbrella, ella ella, eh, eh, eh... Finished my breakfast at the designated time, 6.30AM, strolled to the bus stop singing "七里香". Reached piano teacher's house at 7:55AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good really. To be able to carry out plans according to schedule. Just wished more of my life unrolls itself accordingly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat hope. (Literally, just look at my size. Hahahaha ^__^'' )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7752769274855280932?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7752769274855280932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7752769274855280932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7752769274855280932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7752769274855280932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/pulling-all-nighter.html' title='Pulling an all nighter...'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4457612456512249924</id><published>2010-06-08T22:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T22:25:28.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical day at work</title><content type='html'>Hi, let me introduce my newest pet that my Aussie gang got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing...... Cuola Cuola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5PPLQxsPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YE0wD-qVq8Q/s1600/SNC00214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5PPLQxsPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YE0wD-qVq8Q/s400/SNC00214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480404918696259826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Cuola Cuola is stuck with yellow ken-ken buckeroo at the bottom of the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5Qeb2CZDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GYeOiFjrfSU/s1600/SNC00209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5Qeb2CZDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GYeOiFjrfSU/s400/SNC00209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480406280357176370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the brave Cuola Cuola frantically climbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5P0TjT9hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zAXd4FBdwVA/s1600/SNC00210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5P0TjT9hI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zAXd4FBdwVA/s400/SNC00210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480405556576646674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! He even tries to camouflage into my grey jeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5Phk0_AZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/43j5mS_8P_A/s1600/SNC00211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5Phk0_AZI/AAAAAAAAAPs/43j5mS_8P_A/s400/SNC00211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480405234796659090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, he still gets caught in the end.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5SQNaXwbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6otgcj42TZs/s1600/SNC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5SQNaXwbI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6otgcj42TZs/s400/SNC00206.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480408234988126642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he prays for forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5Sh99MrDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Y4XHSpe0S0w/s1600/SNC00208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5Sh99MrDI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Y4XHSpe0S0w/s400/SNC00208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480408540076878898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. That's practically my day at work. So bored that I entertain myself with a koala bear. 3 more days... And I can finally sleep in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4457612456512249924?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4457612456512249924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4457612456512249924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4457612456512249924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4457612456512249924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/typical-day-at-work.html' title='A typical day at work'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/TA5PPLQxsPI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YE0wD-qVq8Q/s72-c/SNC00214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3816185123947295937</id><published>2010-06-04T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:02:46.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not bloody good at studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Cs and the rest Bs.... Not even one freaking A- to console my poor heart. Out of the 4 semesters, I've only gotten so far like 1 A. And that's even not related to any English or Music modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... Recalling back to my diploma year, all my As werent Musically related anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I've never gotten a freaky A for any music modules at all. Went to check, and I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I chosen the wrong path??? Maybe I'm not meant to teach Music after all. What if I kill or poison the students with my mediocre knowledge music education? What if I sucked and the students find out? My whole teaching career is over!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for my English? Sigh..... Maybe I should have chosen History instead? Maybe I could have gotten a few As.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah.. Stupid English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I admit. I was kinda depressed for a while. Then, I remembered my dad telling me to look for my strengths... I went and dig for that. None. Looked at my diploma results. Surprisingly, I think I found it. For all music modules, they were a definite B. But the rest, were As.... Especially ICT, without Shufeng's help, I wouldnt have gotten it. But the rest, group work plus essay all got me A- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... At least I know my path now. Definitely not in music education. Well, not that I dun like or dun want to teach music anymore. I still do. Just that I found my strengths somewhere else like Education Psychology in General and topics related to sociology somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. No use remembering the old days. Time to look forward and hope that my last semester will get better. In quality and in grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! NOT POSSIBLE! Cos of YOG, semester is all screwed up.. What der......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just sleep over it, like I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3816185123947295937?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3816185123947295937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3816185123947295937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3816185123947295937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3816185123947295937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7022826888128256248</id><published>2010-06-01T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:54:42.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 4 and 1/2 days of proper office work,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to realise that teaching is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I chose the right profession for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side..... I get to sit down and not move the entire day in an air-con room. I get to stare at the computer screen whole day. The job is pretty simple and requires zero skills and PR tactics which suits me to a perfect T. PLUS! I get to do overseas assignments. Since I'm stuck in Singapore cos I'm a cheapo with no money to spend on traveling, it's projects like this that gets me out of boredom. I get to travel with my always overwhelming imagination. I dun get to see the actual scenery. But it's good to hear and listen to the real ordinary people of that country. Feel the difference between your country and theirs through their telephone numbers. Difference in culture through their accents of English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just make me realise that... Singapore is freaking small. Our telephone numbers are like so not long. Yet, I cant rmb many combinations of them. Whenever I make overseas calls, the numbers are at least 12 digits long. So it goes "tu-tu-tu-tu-tu-tutututututututu-tuuuuuuu" . But let me make it clear, I like my freaking small country. Cos traveling is simpler and so much easier and everything is more organised =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I can do without is the holding tune. I'm sick and tired of listening to the same one. I can even tell u which company uses which system and which system uses which composers and songs as their holding tune. Erlack. There's one interesting holding tune system though. Let's say the operator puts me on hold and the tune starts then maybe it got transferred to someone else and that person transfers me to the right person (like finally!)), during the wait and hold, the tune will actually start when it had stopped! It was super AMAZING!!! Well cos that's the first kind that I had come across. The others just start from the top. *Yawn* Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. Enough of work. I'm not supposed to say much cos I signed the disclosure agreement. So anyway now that I'm properly working... I cant wait for the weekend to be here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7022826888128256248?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7022826888128256248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7022826888128256248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7022826888128256248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7022826888128256248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/06/after-4-and-12-days-of-proper-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2994949258769646860</id><published>2010-05-28T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:05:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks to the awesome-smashing birthday gift that Tiff, Adel and little Miss Saimon (aka Noel) gave me last year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get all these at $19.95!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S__MtIB-c3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/yomUqv7rXVI/s1600/SNC00198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S__MtIB-c3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/yomUqv7rXVI/s400/SNC00198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476320747527762802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. It's just the HMV gift vouchers that they got me. And I put them to good use, I think. Hahaha.. Funny story while using it was that the cashier minus off $30. I was taken back, cos I vividly rmb counting 2 of $10 plus 4 $5 vouchers which should total up to $40 right? Of course, in the end, I was right. Whew.. Thank goodness, I thought my Maths fail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thank u girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to inputting new blood and hype into my almost-boring iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2994949258769646860?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2994949258769646860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2994949258769646860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2994949258769646860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2994949258769646860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-to-awesome-smashing-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S__MtIB-c3I/AAAAAAAAAPc/yomUqv7rXVI/s72-c/SNC00198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3060644390616537150</id><published>2010-05-23T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:27:40.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxymwN7nYQQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PxymwN7nYQQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty disgusting, racist and problematic in oh-sooooooooo-many ways. I dun even noe where to start from! Dun watch if you're not comfortable. Oooow.. Poor spongebob and Patrick. Targeted by stupid racist people who think that this is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Never ever name ur son or nephew Patrick. No one will take him seriously as long as they are able to link and associate him with the star fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3060644390616537150?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3060644390616537150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3060644390616537150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3060644390616537150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3060644390616537150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-pretty-disgusting-racist-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4367219652311772786</id><published>2010-05-23T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:02:56.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm moving out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this dumpy environment. Somewhere near lots of traffic, buses and trains. Most importantly, somewhere where's there's lots and lots and LOTS of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a room, MY room, entitled to me and me only. I can put whatever things wherever I want. And no complaints about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can shut whichever windows I want. I can sing and jump around. I dun haf to talk and respond to people if I'm not in the mood. I dun haf to be forced to eat when I am already full. I dun haf to snack in at the weirdest time of the night. In short, I can eat at the time I am HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving out for sure. The plan is, to wait until next year, settled down in new school, and search for a place near the train station. Either at CCK or at new place Marsiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat. I'd do anything. I repeat that. I'd do ANYTHING!!!!! To get some personal space of my own. And move out of this dump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4367219652311772786?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4367219652311772786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4367219652311772786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4367219652311772786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4367219652311772786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-moving-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1316549844005976787</id><published>2010-05-17T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:06:04.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right... What a good article to begin the week with... Like NO! Take a couple of minutes to read the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://sg.yfittopostblog.com/2010/05/16/are-singapore-teachers-overworked/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the article that distressing to me. It's the comments that stresses me out. All the negative opinions, distressing views... It's not helping me to overcome the fear of pursuing this career at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at the bottom of the page, there's even a comment that said; "My friends told me to never marry a teacher, now I know why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if all men think this way??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never ever get married! I'd be a spinster to the day I die!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahaha..... Gotcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not worried about that point at all. Hey! Shufeng is getting married and she's a teacher right? Hahaha, have seen a couple of teachers from my temple who's married with 2 or 3 kids. They look happy enough. The point is, I personally feel, to marry someone who is as busy as you are, so that when both of you go out on a date or something, you'd treasure the times you spend together all the more. Yea.. Of course, that's the ideal situation. No plan goes perfectly in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, our pay increment should be much higher. 100-200 dollars VS 10-20 percent.. Who wins? Geeeez... Do the Math MOE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1316549844005976787?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1316549844005976787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1316549844005976787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1316549844005976787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1316549844005976787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-6772477468993222847</id><published>2010-05-17T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:56:50.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I thought that nothing can take me by surprise and catch me off guard and leave me panicking, an absence of news can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the agitated kind who would frown, fret and worry to the nuts about little things. I genuinely thought I had somehow outgrown that phase, mature a bit to the point that I can take a deep breath, sit down and think through my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooooooooo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School posting just ruined it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa.... KNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's not that I have matured or gained more experiences. It's just that my surrounding environment has stagnated to a point that it is boring! Nothing interesting pops out and catch me off guard. No incidents that teaches me a lesson that I constantly need to learn. In one phrase to sum it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE GOT NO BLOODY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.... That's all, folks. Laugh at me for all it's worth. I truly deserve it. Sometimes I think of whisking myself off to some random foreign land and have an adventure of some sort. Or to follow a stranger and see what kind of trouble that can lead me. It's just some sort of weird fantasy, I look at my savings, and all these shenanigans burst and I wake up from my dreams and imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can somehow relate to the old supervisor that I seriously dislike (and whenever I think of her, I have the strongest tendency to want to roll my eyes) who said that NT students cannot imagine blah blah blah something along that line. What's the point of imagining when one would realise that it's just imagination and that it would be a dream that they would and cannot achieve? In the end, when they wake up, it would just hurt them to realise that it's all just in their imagination and when they see the cruel harsh reality that's around them... It would crush them, leaving them with no bones and courage to continue living on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, I feel that way. Sigh.... And all the creative things and writing that we have to do? Bleah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word to conclude this post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-6772477468993222847?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6772477468993222847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=6772477468993222847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6772477468993222847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6772477468993222847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-when-i-thought-that-nothing-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8246184120941493640</id><published>2010-05-17T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:46:23.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm coming up with a plan to "kill off" a particular catty teacher that bothers me during the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the important point is about the email I got the other day. Hmmmmm... About ensemble and its importance. I wonder how come no one has CC their suggestions? I mean it's not mentioned that it has to be kept confidential or something. I have my own say too... But.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very cautious about what I'm gonna say and write in that email. The problem about issues like this in an academic institution is that, half the time when you write something, you keep thinking that you must have at least three references to back up your opinion. So while I was writing the email, I kept having thoughts like, o gosh, this is sooo my opinion, maybe I should find some support findings or something? That would be so irrelevant, but the scary idea of plagiarism is so real and keeps haunting me. Very very annoying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8246184120941493640?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8246184120941493640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8246184120941493640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8246184120941493640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8246184120941493640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-coming-up-with-plan-to-kill-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1551131454886784760</id><published>2010-05-17T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:41:03.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erlack... Let me make this clear. I did not NOT post for 2 weeks. It's just that instead of posting it, I had saved it and not bother to check my blog this time. Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... Here's the post that's been saving for a long long time.. About 1 week I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been to a few interviews. Not really good I guess. Cos since I'm rotting in my bed typing this, u would haf correctly guessed that I didnt get any of the jobs after all. Hahahaha.. Which is fine with me. Cos the jobs offered were either too short (2-3weeks), too far away (Tuas) or too challenging. And by the last point I mean like something that I would have to stand the entire time, on roster, work on weekends. Yup, sales related. Bleah.. Totally not my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure if I can take the whole interview thing again. Reach the recruit company in the morning, then 2 or 3 hours later, a phone call comes in telling u about ur options den in the late afternoon go to that company for interview. If u get the job, fine, but if u dun.... Whole day wasted and feeling tired. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard to get an office job. It might be super boring. But hey! I'm not picky. My future career which starts in 7 more months is going to be the top 10 challenging jobs ever and I've gotta stick with it for 7 years. I gotta relax all I can now you know. It's called.. conserving energy. Hmmm... Sounds wrong, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way... Cleaning the house is not such a heavy chore now. Why? Because my house is sooooo much smaller, so I only need to use like 1/3 of the time and effort to clean the whole house. Hahahaha.. And 1/4 effort for my half side of the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, just some random thoughts =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1551131454886784760?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1551131454886784760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1551131454886784760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1551131454886784760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1551131454886784760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/erlack.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-741145946314291962</id><published>2010-05-03T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T19:31:35.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should write more frequently. Just to let my brain work a little bit more and not get rusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So over the weekend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched a couple of movies,&lt;br /&gt;Slept like a pig,&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with the drama series that I planned to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am officially super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think that I've kinda rested enough. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And over the weekend on Saturday to be exact, I've got the weirdest experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for bus 190 at the Hill Street bus stop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's this driver who asked me how to go to Serangoon. Replied back with "Sorry, I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;2. There's this uncle who lost his ez-link card and needed some money to get back to Jurong. I gave him $2.&lt;br /&gt;3. There's this cute motorcyclist(who's obviously not a Singaporean, cos he's got this Japanese-kinda accent) who asked me how to get to Orchard Road. I kinda attempted to direct him. I'm kinda correct for the first half since I used the route that bus 190 takes. But hmmm.. Does "go straight all the way after u turn left and right" sound convincing? I dun think he was. LoL.. Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what happened within the 10 minutes of waiting time for the bus. Freaky. I've never gotten so much attention all at one time u noe. Hahahaha. I'm bloody mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just this afternoon, I've got this weirdest dream. Super horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at the mirror and my once super ok aligning sets of teeth became crooked. There were these weird teeth popping out of nowhere. That's not all. All my teeth were shaky and felt like they were going to drop any minute soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow for some reasons, I began to rinse my mouth. And each time I rinsed, the front bottom row of teeth started to get more loose and at the third rinse, some teeth fell out! Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the crooked ones fell out and I felt instant relief cos I was thinking like "yeah. maybe if I rinsed a few more times, all the crooked teeth will fall out and that means, I can save on the dentist trip". So I began rinsing my teeth again, but this time round, as I spat out the water, I spat out the entire row of teeth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I woke up instantly, with cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was to rush to the bathroom, check my teeth, look in the mirror and I began to brush my teeth frantically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, as I began to recall back the dream, there weren't any blood or pain when the teeth fell out. Hmmm.. That should have been the indication that it was all a dream huh..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon voyage to Tiffany, Adel and Saimon for the aussie-land trip. Shall miss this trio for the next two weeks. Have a safe and fun trip!&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya, bring me back a koala bear if u can. Hahahaha.. A white watch is pretty cool too. But I prefer a koala bear still =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-741145946314291962?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/741145946314291962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=741145946314291962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/741145946314291962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/741145946314291962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-should-write-more-frequently.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1611017416345180406</id><published>2010-04-30T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:00:00.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've sent my very last essay today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 30, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:56 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It marks the start of the excruciating, money-less and bored 4 month break from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell let loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the party-ing begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ 0 ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1611017416345180406?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1611017416345180406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1611017416345180406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1611017416345180406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1611017416345180406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-sent-my-very-last-essay-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1442380161922060639</id><published>2010-04-27T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:13:06.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh.. Havent updated for more than a week? Let's see if my brain still functions and I can do some recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today is the last day of written exams. Yeah! Paper was tough. Didnt really know how to answer them. It was different from the past year papers that I could do them immediately when I saw them to the one I did today. I spent too much time preparing the questions that I ran out of time for the last one. Dun worry la. I managed to finish cos I didnt really study much for question 3 (Corpus) so dunno wat to crap. But the necessary things are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tough was the paper? It was soooo tough that the person who used to finish early stayed throughout the entire paper and only completed it like 10 minutes before the time. Ya, Tiffany should know her la. Hahahahahaha... Today, she sat in front of me, again! She sat in front of me on last Thursday paper too lez! Scary.. Hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Banana took the same module and was sitting somewhere behind me. Gosh, from really close, he's only a bit taller than me lez. Not even past the height of Adel, Michelle and Tiffany. Wa.... If Esther was to stand beside Aunty Banana... LoL... Inside joke huh? Hahahaha.. Anyways, I prefer Aunty Lucy to Aunty Banana lez... ^ 0 ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big welcome to tuaggy to the twitter world. Adelz! Go get an account la. Left u only liao wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma's been hitting me hard. I keep losing things. Firstly, the replacement USB cable for my iPod is broken again. Den the transfer cable for my Omnia phone is missing. My brother dun believe that I cant find it. So there's a bet of $10 to find it. Ha! I'm sure to win that $10 la! Cos I really cant find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really lazy. Supposed to finish essay by Wednesday, but look at me, it's Tuesday and not even a single word has come out. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop got hit by virus again&lt;br /&gt;Mom's bragging that she can make teppanyaki for dinner. Well, she did. But it tasted normal lez. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are pretty useless as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to go, but I cant really rmb what to update. So that's it for now then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1442380161922060639?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1442380161922060639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1442380161922060639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1442380161922060639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1442380161922060639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4113985808895554333</id><published>2010-04-19T11:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:59:48.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading articles about the MayDay vs S.H.E mandopop showdown.&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of an incident that happened in the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic line of the concert (which should have been highlighted I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿信 screams ：我们要打倒的敌人是谁？&lt;br /&gt;Someone behind me yells back : S.H.E !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who could hear it laughed like mad. Hahahahahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4113985808895554333?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4113985808895554333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4113985808895554333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4113985808895554333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4113985808895554333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/was-reading-articles-about-mayday-vs-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-119768148883368185</id><published>2010-04-16T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T16:28:35.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... So I sort of survived half of April with two essays down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- another essay of 3000 words&lt;br /&gt;- 2 exams&lt;br /&gt;- recital exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that are coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy and tired to do all those stuffs. I seriously need to polish up my erhu skills and repertoire before the exam. 20 minutes only, I noe. But my techniques suck to the core!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for the movie "Date Night" to start. Rotting in the library. The man in front of me is dozing off ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sleepy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is so not fun la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-119768148883368185?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/119768148883368185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=119768148883368185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/119768148883368185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/119768148883368185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-689350686616903677</id><published>2010-04-12T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:17:41.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup! I've finally owned my own set of "GLEE" DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S8MceLGBM5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/CKzKY6jMat4/s1600/SNC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S8MceLGBM5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/CKzKY6jMat4/s400/SNC00181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459238478002860946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!! &lt;br /&gt;But check out the price! Well, I thought about buying it for quite some time. Since season 1 is not over yet and there's only 13 episodes. But what the heck. I got it anyway! ^ 0 ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compare to this JDorama that I bought. $17.45 for 50 episodes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S8MdH8C_vCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CnnPf1SjQKY/s1600/SNC00183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S8MdH8C_vCI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/CnnPf1SjQKY/s400/SNC00183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459239195518155810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL.... Great difference huh? Both being DVD set and quite new. Yet, the price difference is HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mesmerised by my Glee wallpaper on Friday people. Hahahaha.. It's like the only few things that makes me smile and be happy on such a horrid tight essay schedule. And darn it. I still havent start on my Philosophy reflection. It's ok. I'll just watch Glee and cheer myself UP UP UP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-689350686616903677?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/689350686616903677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=689350686616903677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/689350686616903677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/689350686616903677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/yup-ive-finally-owned-my-own-set-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/S8MceLGBM5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/CKzKY6jMat4/s72-c/SNC00181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4793538851692039320</id><published>2010-04-10T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:04:21.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried studying, didnt work very well cos I was thinking of the essays that I have to write. So switched task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essay writing didnt work too. Irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read, but nothing much came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like as though my inspiration went on a strike or something. Nothing is working. And I'm so short of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really at the end of my wits. I dun noe what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This feeling sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4793538851692039320?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4793538851692039320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4793538851692039320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4793538851692039320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4793538851692039320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-very-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7913966946358924297</id><published>2010-04-07T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T20:04:31.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can anyone NOT laugh at these? Totally hilarious and EPIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqMsQqWdF4U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pqMsQqWdF4U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCFgwic0JIg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HCFgwic0JIg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdIhNQKgMdg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hdIhNQKgMdg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ljur6v7-yoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ljur6v7-yoc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7913966946358924297?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7913966946358924297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7913966946358924297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7913966946358924297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7913966946358924297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-can-anyone-not-laugh-at-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1314819496742320617</id><published>2010-04-05T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:45:33.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I forgot to bring my keys so I was pretty much helpless when I realised the fact that I'm locked outside the house at the time when I needed the toilet the MOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution 1: Called my brother who should be at home. He didnt pick it up. (Later I found out that he WAS indeed at home but couldnt bother to pick up the phone. Grrrrr)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution 2: Decided to break into my own house.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I remember putting my keys on top of the piano which was just near the open window. And woah! I do see my keys there. Yes, yes and triple YES! So I stretched my arms and voila! Got the keys and opened the door and got into the house. Genius huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Handphones are basically useless when u put it to silent mode. Call the house phone in emergencies like this. The loud ringing tone would haf helped much better anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am never ever going to put my keys on  the right top of the piano where it is near the open window. Shall move the position where no arms can reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe... Wat a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being a genius and idiot at the same time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1314819496742320617?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1314819496742320617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1314819496742320617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1314819496742320617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1314819496742320617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/04/yesterday-i-forgot-to-bring-my-keys-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2227554904873868977</id><published>2010-03-25T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:08:35.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's an ongoing battle with my greatest enemy ----- Mr Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it a Mr. and not a Miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun really noe. Hmmmmm.. From a feminist point of view, all men are wicked and cause harm. So does procrastination. Sooooo... Just label like that lor. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acccch! Dun feel like doing LCH at all. Sianz. Nothing came out at 10.02PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I give up huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent: What's that on ur eye? Oh no! Is it conjunctivitis? &lt;br /&gt;Kid: Noooo. It's just vaseline.&lt;br /&gt;Parent: Fffwhar??&lt;br /&gt;Kid: You know, to make your eyelash grow longer.&lt;br /&gt;Parent: (In an exasperated tone and over-dramatic expression) Would you stop doing this weird things to yourself? You're beautiful already.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: No, I'm not. You're just saying that because you have to. You are my parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my afterthoughts? Geeez... Vaseline can help my eyelash to grow longer? Should have tried that myself ^__^''&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.. Kids nowadays.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anyone read this yet? It's like modern day version of the mysterious Atlantic City. Minus the documentation, without the global warming issue, and of course, no proper way of documentation plus internet to record and spread to the people of the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really scary. A wake up call anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  By NIRMALA GEORGE, Associated Press Writer Nirmala George, Associated Press Writer   – Wed Mar 24, 9:29 am ET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW DELHI – For nearly 30 years, India and Bangladesh have argued over control of a tiny rock island in the Bay of Bengal. Now rising sea levels have resolved the dispute for them: the island's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Moore Island in the Sunderbans has been completely submerged, said oceanographer Sugata Hazra, a professor at Jadavpur University in Calcutta. Its disappearance has been confirmed by satellite imagery and sea patrols, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What these two countries could not achieve from years of talking, has been resolved by global warming," said Hazra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists at the School of Oceanographic Studies at the university have noted an alarming increase in the rate at which sea levels have risen over the past decade in the Bay of Bengal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until 2000, the sea levels rose about 3 millimeters (0.12 inches) a year, but over the last decade they have been rising about 5 millimeters (0.2 inches) annually, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another nearby island, Lohachara, was submerged in 1996, forcing its inhabitants to move to the mainland, while almost half the land of Ghoramara island was underwater, he said. At least 10 other islands in the area were at risk as well, Hazra said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will have ever larger numbers of people displaced from the Sunderbans as more island areas come under water," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh, a low-lying delta nation of 150 million people, is one of the countries worst-affected by global warming. Officials estimate 18 percent of Bangladesh's coastal area will be underwater and 20 million people will be displaced if sea levels rise 1 meter (3.3 feet) by 2050 as projected by some climate models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India and Bangladesh both claimed the empty New Moore Island, which is about 3.5 kilometers (2 miles) long and 3 kilometers (1.5 miles) wide. Bangladesh referred to the island as South Talpatti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no permanent structures on New Moore, but India sent some paramilitary soldiers to its rocky shores in 1981 to hoist its national flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demarcation of the maritime boundary — and who controls the remaining islands — remains an open issue between the two South Asian neighbors, despite the disappearance of New Moore, said an official in India's foreign ministry, who spoke on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to speak on international disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh officials were not available for comment Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2227554904873868977?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2227554904873868977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2227554904873868977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2227554904873868977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2227554904873868977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-ongoing-battle-with-my-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-6988415362065527032</id><published>2010-03-24T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:07:21.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suck .. .. at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant do this, I cant do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I've got a bunch of good friends who ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't throw their temper at me&lt;br /&gt;don't scold me outright (even though I deserve it)&lt;br /&gt;don't criticize me&lt;br /&gt;don't show the expression of impatience at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They waited patiently,&lt;br /&gt;They helped me along (instead of leaving me to float and drown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... I sometimes think I dun deserve all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should ....... Do something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-6988415362065527032?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6988415362065527032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=6988415362065527032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6988415362065527032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6988415362065527032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2282963778912607676</id><published>2010-03-23T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:06:26.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>老婆：说！这是怎么回事？你给我解释清楚！&lt;br /&gt;老公：我真的不知道。有人冤枉我！惨了，惨了。 这次真的是跳到黄河都洗不清了。&lt;br /&gt;老婆：你骗人！我去过黄河。 那里水那么脏根本洗不清！！&lt;br /&gt;老公：Oh my 天。。。 * X *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha... I laughed myself silly over that dialogue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2282963778912607676?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2282963778912607676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2282963778912607676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2282963778912607676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2282963778912607676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-my-x-hahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1506188528544963201</id><published>2010-03-17T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:59:09.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very very glad that I did not succumb to the temptation of my very comfortable bed from 8.30PM to 10PM. I was this close to falling asleep. But I held on, persevered and here I am at 11.55PM... Totally awake now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to bed. Instead, I read and re-read the bloody transcripts and came up with a fabulous idea that solved my shortage of words crisis. Now, I have the authority to cut passages that I dun like. Muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to finish another work that's way due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna improve on my guitar. But I'm also toooo cheapo to pay for a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley!!! Where are u!!! Come teach me guitar lez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sunk into the Taylor Swift songs poison. I've got G, C, Em and D chords swimming around my head right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5, &lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4, 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-dah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dun mind. I'm quite mad now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1506188528544963201?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1506188528544963201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1506188528544963201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1506188528544963201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1506188528544963201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-am-very-very-glad-that-i-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2660417581955196888</id><published>2010-03-16T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:32:53.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's times like these.... That I start to have coke withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's late, you just cant get to sleep cos the pressure of work is just piling up and up and.... yeap. UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not referring to the adorable pixar movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be feeling sleepy by now. But I'm not. Cos when I see how much work I'm not done... I freak out. So, cant sleep lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's ok though. After this Friday, I'll probably get more time to myself. Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2660417581955196888?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2660417581955196888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2660417581955196888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2660417581955196888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2660417581955196888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-times-like-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3835712875925098998</id><published>2010-03-09T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T23:29:32.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mP0cLZvgCrE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mP0cLZvgCrE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult love... Ah... Too chim for me. I'd never experience it. But it's just tooooo touching for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3835712875925098998?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3835712875925098998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3835712875925098998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3835712875925098998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3835712875925098998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/03/adult-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7315242240857784956</id><published>2010-02-25T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:03:14.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world IS running on money.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dependable on money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even music education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's philosophy worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's passion worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's dream worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's love worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's dignity worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's hard work worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's pride worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's music worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's aesthetic worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your belief worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's trust worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's thoughts and reasoning worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....... What's life worth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7315242240857784956?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7315242240857784956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7315242240857784956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7315242240857784956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7315242240857784956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/edit-i-am-sooo-naive.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3534525833978850286</id><published>2010-02-25T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:48:02.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didnt think nor expect to write about this. But it's just that..... I'm so angry and irritated by my Mother that I've decided to blog it. Not much of a use to spite her la. She doesnt go online, let alone read blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think by now most of you know that I've moved house right? Right....&lt;br /&gt;So when "other" people know that I've moved into a 3-room flat they were like "Ooh.. Wa, frm 5-room to 3-room. So got earn money right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this remark seem normal to you? It might to some of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it isnt so to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was expecting like, "Ooh.. U move house? Why? Cos of living condition? How's ur new house? Ok? Is it nice? Is it convenient?" Blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Talking about money has always been a taboo to me.. Why? Cos it feels sooooo.... Dunno the English word for it. 俗气, tacky... Like as though all in the mind is only money money and money $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like an insult to me. Worse than a slap on my face. It's like saying we were eying on the money that's why we would rather have money than more space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying.... The once "had a whole bigger bedroom to myself" me trades space and privacy over money. You're using that to describe me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so... Irk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, we receive the almost same kind of education in Singapore. Like I am YOU! Who only thinks of monetary stuffs like $$ and $$$ and $$$$&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;That money is the only thing that is worth talking about. That whatever I do has got to do with $$$, that making money is more important than merely to stay alive. Everybody must be full of $$$ in order to be successful, you live to make money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think .... You practice the same kind of Buddhism as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Puiii you la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be perfect in my faith and practice. But one thing I noe is NOT to judge ppl by the house they live in, the clothes they wear, the bags they carry and the amount of money they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not haf the best of the character of a human. I do think of monetary stuffs like worrying about having enough to live the next half year of 2010.. Or like is the pay that I'm getting enough to help my family... Would my budget be alright in case of a rainy day etc etc... No one can escape that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never EVER say... Wa.. Move house hor.. So got earn money right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make me any better writing all that? &lt;br /&gt;You bet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun feel like crying out of frustration anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so emotional that I cant concentrate on LCH's outline.......&lt;br /&gt;I just hope someone can understand how I feel.. No need to agree la... Just... whatever ba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3534525833978850286?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3534525833978850286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3534525833978850286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3534525833978850286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3534525833978850286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-didnt-think-nor-expect-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7953149906378628528</id><published>2010-02-21T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:46:54.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is yer Joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school teacher injured his back and had to wear a plaster cast around &lt;br /&gt;the upper part of his body. It fit under his shirt and was not noticeable &lt;br /&gt;at all. &lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the term, still with the cast under his shirt, he &lt;br /&gt;found himself assigned to the toughest students in school. Walking &lt;br /&gt;confidently into the rowdy classroom, he opened the window as wide as &lt;br /&gt;possible and then busied himself with desk work. &lt;br /&gt;When a strong breeze made his tie flap, he took the desk stapler and &lt;br /&gt;stapled the tie to his chest. &lt;br /&gt;Discipline was not a problem from that day forth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tempting to try this tactic. &lt;br /&gt;PS: Guess sometimes it just takes a little creativity, a little daring move, and a whole lots of guts and passion as a teacher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7953149906378628528?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7953149906378628528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7953149906378628528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7953149906378628528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7953149906378628528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-is-yer-joke-school-teacher-injured.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3993719559969496237</id><published>2010-02-21T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:27:22.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took my temperature and it read 38.0 Degrees Celcius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=o=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could that be? *gasp* I just took medicine, napped and sweated out the fever for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just drank hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U noe how I used to laugh with TXL over silly stuffs that happened like ages ago. The one on KBOX la, how I reply to her SMS against her wishes, and whole lots of stuffs that happened during Secondary days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, the taking-temperature-after-drinking-something-hot was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes round comes round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn..... Proves that the fever hasnt gone away yet.&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3993719559969496237?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3993719559969496237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3993719559969496237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3993719559969496237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3993719559969496237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/took-my-temperature-and-it-read-38.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8260000324147992098</id><published>2010-02-18T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:37:03.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiku Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very last English lesson just now, one of the groups presented Haiku poem. Hehehehe... And then.. Let the madness begin. Look at some of the ones that I did out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Oocha tea, I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;A meal that I crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallelogram&lt;br /&gt;Square, circle and triangle&lt;br /&gt;Building blocks of Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La leh lor ma me&lt;br /&gt;Words that I cannot discard&lt;br /&gt;Singlish way of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one that we had to do. Theme was about family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the same roof&lt;br /&gt;Father and Mother, I love you&lt;br /&gt;Stands for Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Got it? Kekekekeke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five seven and five&lt;br /&gt;I am on a Haiku rant&lt;br /&gt;Someone stop me please!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I thought of doing Haiku during Eddy's class.. Then I wouldnt have felt so bored and kept wanting to doze off. Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Haiku rants if I have the time. That'll be tmr, during boring music psychology class....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8260000324147992098?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8260000324147992098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8260000324147992098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8260000324147992098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8260000324147992098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiku-madness-at-very-last-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3907667554568955111</id><published>2010-02-16T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:45:36.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Darn it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is sooooooo difficult to pen down these wonderful ideas that I have in my head? (And on my foolscap paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the doodlings, drawings, markings and notes that I've made on the A4 size paper seems just PERFECT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the theoretical approaches are soooo matched with the lesson plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just hand in those instead of writing it down in the nicely made template that is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it again. Wish I was like the people in Avatar. Just connect my hair and my ideas will be sent immediately. Visuals and all.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY! WHY? WHY??!!?? &lt;br /&gt;Why isnt there a simpler way to write down all the wonderful ideas that's inside my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free-writing is like soooo much easier la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The thing tt saddens me is that after my grumbling, there's no eureka idea that pops up in my mind to help me solve my problem. I still haf to go back to that blasted assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: It's not a writer's block. It's more like a lazy block. And a "Dunnoe how to pen ideas into meaningful words" block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: Happy New Year Day 3 to all ^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3907667554568955111?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3907667554568955111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3907667554568955111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3907667554568955111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3907667554568955111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/darn-it-why-is-sooooooo-difficult-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-812459677489935973</id><published>2010-02-12T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T21:19:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Woman charged with stabbing man with stiletto heel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP&lt;br /&gt;AP - Friday, February 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON – British police say they've charged a 33-year-old woman with stabbing a man through the eye with her stiletto heel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Yorkshire Police in northern England say the man was in a critical but stable condition after the woman, with whom he was sharing a cab, assaulted him with the heel of her shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun newspaper quoted neighbors as saying the pair were a couple and had gotten into an argument when she kicked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police declined to comment on that report. The force said Thursday that the woman had appeared in court earlier in the week and was released on bail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should women be charged with the stiletto heel crime? It's not our fault that we used it to protect ourselves you know... After all, it was MEN who invented this "killer" device wor... It's the best weapon after all.. Hahahaha... Works for women, and against men...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn cool la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda almost inspire me to start wearing heels to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just almost impressive enough. Kekekeke ^o^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-812459677489935973?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/812459677489935973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=812459677489935973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/812459677489935973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/812459677489935973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-charged-with-stabbing-man-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-5778136312906464242</id><published>2010-02-09T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:52:20.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Preparing for Operation Killer Week 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;- Online assignment 1 (til now I still dunnoe when the bloody online forum is set up sia.. Though I've read the stuffs that I'm supposed to read.. But... Cant do anything yet! Wat der...)&lt;br /&gt;- Presentation on Conceptual Metaphor (The last time I haf to do group work with that troublesome woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;- Presentation on Teaching Writing Creatively (I just love doing group work with Tiff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;- Killer assignment 2 (60% lez.. Die la....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hate CNY this year.. Stupid tiger.. Why did u haf to come at this horrible time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-5778136312906464242?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5778136312906464242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=5778136312906464242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5778136312906464242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5778136312906464242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/preparing-for-operation-killer-week-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2714035750626967240</id><published>2010-02-06T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:08:16.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never thought that I would dislike someone that I've only seen for 6 six times to the extent that I am going to hate her...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I do   I do !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hate energy is just making me go crazy right now. Seriously... I'm just glad that I'll only be seeing them til killer week 6 where the presentation is.. Den after that for the rest of the module... I'm going to bitch about her. In front of her, behind her back blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost this............ close to sending a very sarcastic remark and start a fight with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But my EQ took over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe learning music does help 'refine' my emotions. At least, I didnt blow up right away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arggggggh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just super pissed off right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to remember this bloody moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2714035750626967240?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2714035750626967240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2714035750626967240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2714035750626967240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2714035750626967240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-thought-that-i-would-dislike.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-5945355360426273860</id><published>2010-02-02T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:04:47.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A: Why u put ur work schedule right in front of ur bed? Wont u feel stress? Having to see it all the time? Especially when u sleep? I feel stressed out sia..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah... U must have known me for the first time. Don't u noe? I work only if there's stress and when someone pushes me. If not.. I'm no different from a dead potato on the couch. I'm not living if there's stress... I FEEL ALIVE when I see stress in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;A: (.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person A is just a referencial thing la... Cos I dun wanna name her/him&lt;br /&gt;But the point is.. Even though you've known each other for like ages.. But sometimes that person will ask questions as though it's the first time you've met... That makes me sad.... Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier musical note, I like this song right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciKZbj6kWO4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ciKZbj6kWO4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda a break from the Kpop songs that I'm kinda sick of... (Ok, I take that back. I'm not entirely sick of them yet ^__^ )&lt;br /&gt;They kinda remind me of a softer version of Maroon 5. Like Alternative rock which I like ^o^ But when Kpop bands play on stages like these, I always have this strong suspicion and urging question to ask:"Are they playing live????" Cos hor.. The guitars like no wire and connected to the stage? Hmmmmm... I dun normally support KRock Bands.. Why? Cos those that are commercialised and promoted are merely idols who happen to be able to play an instrument and be in a band. Why? Cos none or very few of them write their own songs... Sigh... I've always had this thinking that bands write their own songs like Maroon 5, One Republic, MayDay, SodaGreen etc.... N I think I'm right? Hmmmm Cos having ur compositions as a band will establish the band's musical style and character right? Sigh....... Dun noe la... I like looking at them.. They're cute. My sense of cute, definitely not Noella's... Hahaha.. We have very different views on the term "hot" Kekekekekekeke......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song that I'm addicted too at the moment.. I so can do the dance moves. For my birthday, please get me the paws!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHoCKO26Zc8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHoCKO26Zc8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.... My fav song from "The Nanny" ... Ah... I miss the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/21IBuOWE2Mk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/21IBuOWE2Mk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually did this scene upside down.. Hahaha. I'll get a headache if I had to do it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-5945355360426273860?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5945355360426273860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=5945355360426273860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5945355360426273860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5945355360426273860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-u-put-ur-work-schedule-right-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4035631855802790115</id><published>2010-01-29T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:25:04.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I had either the brains or the looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have neither&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;Sad life I have......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! I think I haf the positive attitude towards life =)&lt;br /&gt;My mood brightens whenver I see the clear blue sky (in an air con room or bus. meaning that I dun haf to suffer in the heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in philosophy class. I cant really remember every detail that happened. The quotes that have been discussed, the points that I have to rethink etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I remembered one thing super clearly.. And that was... that during class in the midst of a discussion (when someone was talking about something) ..... Bridget's water bottle rolled to the center of the classroom circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like the hilarious moment of the day for me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that popped up in my mind at this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be destroyed. Including philosophical theories, beliefs, assumptions and thinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the faith in what u believe, fill up the holes and weaknesses with new ideas, and maybe, what you have constructed in your heart might be saved and still stand rooted. Even when great disasters come, in the worse case scenario, something might be left.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now... Most of the things that I believe are ..... blown away. I realised that I have to safeguard and defend what little is left of me. But that's not enough. I have to keep adding, building new ideas and beliefs to help these things.... What are the things? No idea... It's too abstract to write it down in language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what they call "re-inventing" yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything .... really can be destroyed... Or as you might prefer ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything changes. Nothing is permanent forever. Only change is....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4035631855802790115?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4035631855802790115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4035631855802790115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4035631855802790115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4035631855802790115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-wish-i-had-either-brains-or-looks-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-446978555632498320</id><published>2010-01-28T00:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:21:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On education and I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descartes was right in his observation that book learning is not the sum of education. Education is much more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ---&gt; refers to the stupid 5 chapters (That's close to 90 pages for you) that I'm reading now. Not that I am against reading. Reading is good. They expand the knowledge of one's mind through use of language on paper. Once, it would be difficult to get mass info. We might have to travel to different regions to listen to lecture on that topic. (That's about 3-4 centuries ago) And here I quote again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading is a sort of food. It is basis for our thinking and action. The books and essays we read and the repertoire we study are part of the traditions from which we draw nourishment and sustenance. We need to take in ideas and hear others speak and write just as we need to study the important repertoire in our fields of musical practice. For this reason, attending conferences, classes, seminars, and lessons, reading books and articles, searching the Internet, and watching and listening to mass media are all important means of gathering information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG POINT NOTE: We also acquire knowledte in the classroom, studio, rehearsal space, or concert hall as we participate in musical and educational activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it??? During this bloody course, all we ever do is read books and books (not chapters hor.. Is books!!!), talk and talk, going round in circles squares triangles and back to circle again. Hey! My butt is getting squashed and bigger from all the sitting lez. Why arent there ACTIVITIES to allow application of whatever we haf read? Why are there so many chapters and books to read every week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is sooooooo much more than this stupid shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want movement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want discussions that stimulate my thinking. I dun wan to talk about what I have read for that entire 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me something that allows me to apply what I have learnt.&lt;br /&gt;Arent there many ways to touch on philosophies? Why does it haf to be sitting in a circle and let the air con blow me till I freeze in my +___+'' mode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This philosophy course is USELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is so much more than this (book learning) !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I can go on and on.. And with the analysis skills that I've learnt lately, I can go more in-depth. But I'm too tired. I'll edit some more when I have more powerful ideas. No promises though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-446978555632498320?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/446978555632498320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=446978555632498320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/446978555632498320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/446978555632498320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-education-and-i-quote-descartes-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-5163101094960268898</id><published>2010-01-25T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:29:30.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wish... Daytime was longer. I kinda freak out whenever I see the sky darkens and turns to night. It's like telling me the day is almost over. Day is gone and I've wasted another day. Darn.. I hate being old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see these 17-18 years old teens and I'm like thinking, wow.. They're super young! Youth is spurting out through their breathing pores. I was of that age once. But... Do I want to go back to that time? Sigh... Kinda.. Half-half I guess. Half me wanting to have so much energy, enthusiasm and courage to try and face new challenges. My heart feels ... old =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier thought. I feel that I'm getting smarter these days. All thanks to the readings that I'm forced to do. Hahahaha.... And speaking of challenges, I've forced myself to take up the analysis course. I'm super weak at analysing texts and analysing in general. Sooooo, I hope to overcome this fear, deepen my thoughts, widen my views on different topics and just become a more thoughtful person in general. Gone were the days when I speak out superficial thoughts. I'm going to be a more 'deep' person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hahahahahaha.. I cant help but laugh at the last sentence. Me, a deeper person? Hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想要长大。做一个有担当，负责任的大人。 Be more thoughtful, considerate to other people. And oh! Be less selfish =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I actually intended to write an immensely and intensively long post. But... I lost thought. Hmmmmmm  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saw Singapore's temperature on an overseas news station news. 22-30Degrees Celsius. Isnt the temperature difference a bit too much? And..... 22Degrees in Singapore? HA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-5163101094960268898?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5163101094960268898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=5163101094960268898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5163101094960268898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5163101094960268898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-3539504365117384075</id><published>2010-01-18T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:29:24.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless. And aimless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like running around without using my brain. Bumping into here, hitting into lamp posts blindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is still not settled. My determination is not strengthened. I'm still procrastinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is empty. I'm not thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-3539504365117384075?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/3539504365117384075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=3539504365117384075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3539504365117384075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/3539504365117384075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7801978269376169109</id><published>2010-01-15T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:35:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only the first week of school and I'm already behind so many readings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to devise a better and efficient way to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love Arashi's Special TV movie! Ok, I just love them.. Kekekeke ^0^ It's quite a rare occasion that I see them in the same drama or movie =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7801978269376169109?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7801978269376169109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7801978269376169109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7801978269376169109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7801978269376169109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-only-first-week-of-school-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8811538420233743816</id><published>2010-01-11T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:58:27.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although it's only Monday, I'm already looking forward to having Friday come as soon as possible so that I may settle my stupid timetable in the fastest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed in the class with Tiffany. Wa... The course is...... Super scary. But still, I'll try my luck on Friday and see if I can get in. My hunch is that, I wont. Oh wells. Suddenly, AAE232 seems so much better......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the unsettling news and emotions, things are pretty cool and steady today.&lt;br /&gt;I've even heard 2 great news today ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sally is getting married next Sat! yeah! Congrats girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nodame Cantabile the movie is showing in Singapore in March and June! YES!!!! It took Gokusen the Movie 4months plus to reach Singapore. But it only took Nodame Cantabile 3! Kekekekeke.. I so cant wait for it!!!! &gt;0&lt; It will be like a relief from the stress that I'd feel during March mafan month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios... I feel so sleepy now.... =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss fangirling days already&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8811538420233743816?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8811538420233743816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8811538420233743816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8811538420233743816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8811538420233743816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/although-its-only-monday-im-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-6516821533957068128</id><published>2010-01-07T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:42:03.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid time table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-6516821533957068128?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6516821533957068128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=6516821533957068128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6516821533957068128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6516821533957068128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/stupid-time-table-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-71397080753705686</id><published>2010-01-02T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:58:21.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate u stupid blood sucker. I SWEAR! One day, I'll kill you, smash you and then....&lt;br /&gt;I will wash you down the drain. Your days of sucking my blood for pleasure is limited. Count your moments and pray to your blood sucking deity. But you wont need that. You will die a horrible death anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I thought I had you when I saw you right on my arm. But I didn't. What a shame. It was soooooooo close. You flew pretty fast. That's ok. I'll get my chance soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat: I will get you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, you didn't manage to have things done your way. The damage was minimised. Thank goodness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you. You vile, evil blood sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note. I soooooo super love this girl's vocal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPfNoTfLGuA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EPfNoTfLGuA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only 16 this year. Hahaha. I always feel inspired to practice my very lousy guitar skills by this super amazing voice. But... The guitar playing doesn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I love it how the nicknamed "Hawk-Eye" host looked at her every time she appears on the show. I'm so telling you.. He's so falling for her. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished I had that kind of musical sense and abilities at 16. Well.. Even at the present age of (unknown), I still lose out to her in some ways. For one, I always gan chiong when I make a mistake during performance and I still have the fear and super anxiety when performing solo in front of a whole hall of crowd. Hey! I cant even perform in front of 3 people, let alone in a concert?? Haiz.. That's why I'm in teaching and not performing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I admire her. She can play an instrument and perform in front of at least 100 people. Even if she slipped and made a few mistakes, she can cover and go on smoothly and continue to sound great without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Old le la... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very old le.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of practicing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-71397080753705686?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/71397080753705686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=71397080753705686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/71397080753705686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/71397080753705686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-u-stupid-blood-sucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8525502877026633435</id><published>2009-12-31T15:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:14:09.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt so... Calm and emotion-less about the last day of the year. maybe cos, I really dun like 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some good things like getting closer to my friends and family. Have went to more places with Adel, Tiff and Noel. Meeting up with the rest of the gang. After moving to our smaller and new(?) house, I've sort of grown closer to my family. There's even talk of going overseas next year. That's good, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... There are more bad things.. Stress, work, procrastination, and overall... 事事不顺.. Haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like year 2005. Remembering chioing to the temple and pray for a better year. It worked. So, I'm hoping it'll work the same this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tozan trip in Japan, but I'm terribly broke now. Haiz.. Depressed mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be more enthu in whatever I do now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my grades will continue to improve like it had in this semester.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the last year as a NIE student will prepare me better as a future Music and English teacher. (I'm still scared of teaching English)&lt;br /&gt;I hope to read more because I've been wasting too much of my time and youth in watching dramas. I've losing my eye sight and thinking process skills.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to read up more on traveling related stuffs. Well, 1 year is enough to prepare for 2 trips in 2011 right? Kekeke ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be more caring, considerate and clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope for a better year.&lt;br /&gt;Go 2010!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up super early to watch movies at JP. Alone. Well, there is a good thing about it. I can just buy a ticket but sit anywhere I want. Cos, it's normally less than 1/4 filled anyway especially during mornings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes was great. Initially, I was afraid that it would turn into a paranormal story. Fortunately, it became rational and used science and logic to resolve things. Hahahaha. If.. It had turned into a paranormal storyline, I'd be cursing and swearing on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Jude Law looked so much better on the poster den the character he portrayed in the movie. LoL.. Didnt noe Sherlock Holmes could fight so well sia... *Gulpz* Definitely changed all my initial impression of Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Treasure Hunter. Storyline: Weird   Characters: Weird (Some appeared out of nowhere and had no link to the story. I think there were there as fillers)  Logic: Weird (ok, shan't give any spoilers. But for those who watched it will noe what the heck I'm talking about ba)&lt;br /&gt;The only interesting parts were out of the movie. Hahaha, an uncle slept during the movie. Not only that... He snored quite loudly. He only woke up when the gunfire scenes started. Kekekeke ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 oso. Super cool! But, the songs arent that great this time round. Oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales are almost everywhere. Run buy Run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year once again.&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for the movies next year. The Spy Next Door and The Lightning Thief =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8525502877026633435?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8525502877026633435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8525502877026633435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8525502877026633435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8525502877026633435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-never-felt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-689047323630703473</id><published>2009-12-24T13:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:19:47.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from last night's party cum gathering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe it all ---&gt; FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, can I add another word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-689047323630703473?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/689047323630703473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=689047323630703473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/689047323630703473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/689047323630703473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-last-nights-party-cum.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-894103092280338152</id><published>2009-12-22T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:28:42.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh.... Fate drives people crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation will make one go broke...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been deciding if I'm buying an instant camera for a couple of months. Well and then, my surroundings started popping out "clues" to tempt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see shows that start using instant cameras. And the most recently one was the past weekend. I see articles that show artistes using instant cameras and post their photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh ..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instant camera!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, it's happening again. The things that u are focused on. The clues, insights and the little happenings that start to occur on the things that u are focused on at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was AMX.. Now.... Instant camera ...&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/5687621594405219384-894103092280338152?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/894103092280338152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=894103092280338152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/894103092280338152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/894103092280338152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-575232745318690501</id><published>2009-12-19T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:19:46.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/Syzug5iqKQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8_8BDmOBUcQ/s1600-h/SNC00082%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/Syzug5iqKQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8_8BDmOBUcQ/s400/SNC00082%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416966700789278978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikachu, I choose (Drive) you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Seriously, I wouldnt want to be caught dead riding in this car. But still.. It's a fun moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyzuysRosJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/96YWm4OoOF0/s1600-h/SNC00083%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyzuysRosJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/96YWm4OoOF0/s400/SNC00083%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416967006465863826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.. Chinese author's Chinese name = HORN ... Kekekeke.. I still cant decipher that out yet though.. ^ ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been cooped up in my room..&lt;br /&gt;Everything's just too expensive.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I have no money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erlack...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-575232745318690501?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/575232745318690501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=575232745318690501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/575232745318690501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/575232745318690501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/pikachu-i-choose-drive-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/Syzug5iqKQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8_8BDmOBUcQ/s72-c/SNC00082%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8261024528804955105</id><published>2009-12-16T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:48:22.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a first</title><content type='html'>1. Waited for movie to start ---&gt; 30min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ley and I got totally bored. It's really stupid sia... All those songs, commercials, trailers.. The popcorn was 3/4 gone even before the actual movie started. (Oooh! I so wanna watch "Avatar" now. Anyone wanna watch it too?)&lt;br /&gt;We watched "Storm Riders". Not bad la. The storyline was ok.. The fighting scenes were excellent. The CG effects were fantastic! But the ending..... =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Seeing my ex-student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.. Not really a first. Saw the sleeping boy on Saturday le.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a first cos I know of a student who lives near me. Kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: 为什么一直看到你？&lt;br /&gt;A: 因为我刚搬来这里啊。&lt;br /&gt;Q: 蛤。。。 Then 不是会常常看到你？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He really dun want to see me?? ^_^'' Cos he said it in that kind of tone)&lt;br /&gt;(Still.. Er.. I tried to gif an answer tt he likes ba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: 呃。。 不会啦。。 开学后就不会唱看到了。。。 呵呵 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den I said "Bye" and let him go.. Er... Dun get it though. He didnt say bye to me. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must haf traumatized him too much during practicum.. Kekekekeke.. Cant help it. He's too cute to bully... Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8261024528804955105?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8261024528804955105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8261024528804955105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8261024528804955105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8261024528804955105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-first.html' title='It&apos;s a first'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1241071576024711775</id><published>2009-12-15T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:30:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I is likey my new Chinese name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing..... (oi! Clap! Applause! Move ur hands!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.......... Drum rolls............)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Chinese name -----&gt; 梵妮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! Brillant! Idea credit: Haley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekekekekeke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1241071576024711775?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1241071576024711775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1241071576024711775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1241071576024711775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1241071576024711775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-is-likey-my-new-chinese-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7466244081417747187</id><published>2009-12-14T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:24:05.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the Christmas season again. Spending, eating, drinking and having parties... All... Not for me &gt;o&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recalled how someone once told me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing in Love is like believing in Santa Claus.... Well.. I'm quite bad at translating the exact meaning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要我相信爱情，就好像相信圣诞老公公是真的一样。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it is still so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7466244081417747187?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7466244081417747187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7466244081417747187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7466244081417747187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7466244081417747187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-season-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-2225056698173016550</id><published>2009-12-13T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:40:41.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Creepy weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch "The Princess and the Frog" on Saturday. Not a bad show. The music is uber nice! Mixture of Jazz and modern music. Wanna get OST soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I got off the point. Watched the show at Lot1. N I saw someone unexpected before going into the cinemas. I saw my Sleeping Boy at the last practicum Cheese school. hahahaha.. It was kinda eerie. I walked past this boy who looked kinda familiar. Den I heard tt oh-so-familiar "tsk" sound that I used to hear from this boy months ago. I looked back and there he was. Hahahaha.. Talk about fate and coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. I saw that Uncle who dressed up as Auntie again. Last time I saw him was about half a year ago. Just recently, I saw him taking the same bus as me. *Shivers* What's so special about him? He wears a really short skirt or dress and wears this really tall heels. Big earrings and fashionable shades. He didnt even had a wig on. He just haf this really short army style hair cut and moustache..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewww......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... A new week is coming soon. Let's all be happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-2225056698173016550?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/2225056698173016550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=2225056698173016550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2225056698173016550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/2225056698173016550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/creepy-weekend-went-to-watch-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8964348450797124062</id><published>2009-12-10T21:27:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:38:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap! Phooooto updates now! I didnt take lots of photos this time round. The weather really sucked. (Boooo) Come, let me tell u how it went.. Day by Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: 3 December (Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom woke up earlier den me. Me? The time that I had set.. 3.30am&lt;br /&gt;Did my morning prayers, changed and set off to the airport (That's Terminal 3 for ya) I kinda reached too early. The meeting time was 5am and I reached like 20min earlier. So, not intending to wait, I went to check in immediately (Since there was no queue at the moment and I didnt want to wait once the crowd starts coming in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu event 1:&lt;br /&gt;So there were like many uniformed officers (aka police) there and asked me where I was going. Pasted sticker den moving on to the counter. Cos I was taking the flight that made a transition at Narita, the final destination was actually Seattle. The person at the counter checked with me if I was going to Tokyo-Narita. Of cos I said yes. But he didnt seem to believe me. He raised his tone and was like "You're going to Tokyo?" ya la ya la.. Tokyo la.. Wat! I look like I going to Seattle meh? Ok, aft finishing with the checking in of baggage, ermm... I got 'lost' sia.. Not literally lost. Just that I couldnt differentiate the exit from the entrance line. It was only after like 5 long seconds that I saw the exit post sign that I started walking. Whew.. Luckily no one noticed this sia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so... I waited for like over an hour..... Super sianz.....&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda exciting for me since I went into the departure gate myself and walked around all by myself. The last time, I still had to follow some of my mom's friends even though I went alone.. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malu event 2:&lt;br /&gt;Went into the right departure gate.. BUT!! I almost went to Hong Kong instead! How? Well, I was supposed to go to gate B6 but I kinda took it for granted that once I am in the right departure hall I'll be in the gate. So I just turned wherever I liked. Fortunately, there was a sign that showed that gate B5(Hong Kong), B6(Tokyo) so I could stop and turned to B6 just in time. Same thing, I was one of the few who went in first, so no one could question my robotic turn and laugh at it ^_^''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the trip went well..&lt;br /&gt;Comment on UA flight: The plane that I took was like... Super old. And the TV programmes.. Eww.. Played only twice. It's not like JAL or SQ in which it would be replayed over and over again. My neck almost broke from sleeping in the plane. Haiz.. I was super happy when I could finally land. Oh! And my plane met a tiny turbulence.. Gosh! I was giggling like mad when the plane went up and down and did a swirling thing to my heart. Kekekekeke... Stupid reaction, I noe =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The luxurious Bento set that we had for lunch and dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyD9-YIsPDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QPmIa2Ws0P4/s1600-h/SL270923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyD9-YIsPDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QPmIa2Ws0P4/s400/SL270923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413606000171957298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salmon fish was really salty.. The siu mai and dumpling tasted kinda weird.. The rest.. Superb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyD_G1ICEoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E9z-YJcTac0/s1600-h/SL270925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyD_G1ICEoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/E9z-YJcTac0/s400/SL270925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413607244904403586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. It was raining after all.. So, I couldnt resist doing it.. ~_~^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyD_1q-pfOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OjoSGMNnpl4/s1600-h/SL270924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyD_1q-pfOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OjoSGMNnpl4/s400/SL270924.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413608049634540770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch down: It was raining! Brrr... So cold. Still, I only had my long sleeve knitted sweater on. Didnt really bring out my winter clothings since we had to go to the bus immediately anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: What's the first 'immature' thing that you should do when you reach a country in the winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Blow air and see if 'smoke' (actually fog) comes out of course.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Yup.. That's the first childish thing when I came out of the airport. And I kept doing it while running to the bus in the rain. It was fun, really! Stupid (For my age), but fun ^o^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kept raining all the way to the Head Temple. The night time was more eventful with the laying of the futons. (That's Japanese mattresses for ya) The lodging temple's priest's wife had a very systematic way of doing the laying and we had to fully and strictly follow it. Gosh... After that, everyone was like saying, wa...Japanese really very systematic sia.. (Personally, I think it's just her personality la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lodging Temple where I stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEBDEo2KxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZqQtP5ztRrA/s1600-h/SL270926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEBDEo2KxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZqQtP5ztRrA/s400/SL270926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413609379372346130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these little details that had me feel that the priest and his wife are 细心 detailed people who made it feel a little like home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEKZY8IxhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ItG7-F8aHRo/s1600-h/SL270977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEKZY8IxhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ItG7-F8aHRo/s400/SL270977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413619658383738386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyESZI7Ic9I/AAAAAAAAANY/eBlaVocoOKI/s1600-h/SL271073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyESZI7Ic9I/AAAAAAAAANY/eBlaVocoOKI/s400/SL271073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413628450177577938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyETOWMhLkI/AAAAAAAAANg/pU6zaZ6oci8/s1600-h/SL271075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyETOWMhLkI/AAAAAAAAANg/pU6zaZ6oci8/s400/SL271075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413629364273229378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEUh6P9ZcI/AAAAAAAAANo/Xy_foopnZes/s1600-h/SL270981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEUh6P9ZcI/AAAAAAAAANo/Xy_foopnZes/s400/SL270981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413630799880480194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, these are the photos that I could take. It was raining throughout, so I couldnt even take any out from the windows.. And it was already very dark when I reached the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: 4 December 2009 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, nothing happened much. Just walked around, take a couple of photos, tour around the permitted premises, eat, shower and sleep. The sky was clear in the morning but became really cloudy in the afternoon so there wasn't much nice opportunities to take the Mount Fuji photos this time round. Sigh... And of course, we went shopping in the streets near the temples. Dun get me wrong. There's nothing really much to buy. Mostly like prayers beads, sutras and buddhist accessories and tidbits I think. Some ppl can shop there for 3 days sia... Where there's only like about 20 small shops there? Hmmmm.. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEFBX5buRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UPT4yTGWv2c/s1600-h/SL270941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEFBX5buRI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UPT4yTGWv2c/s400/SL270941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413613748228962578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEDIXbZs1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ltxcsq-29f0/s1600-h/SL270938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEDIXbZs1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/ltxcsq-29f0/s400/SL270938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413611669338829650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEB417X69I/AAAAAAAAAMY/VrzZt4ZSpEI/s1600-h/SL270929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEB417X69I/AAAAAAAAAMY/VrzZt4ZSpEI/s400/SL270929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413610303136459730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEJLKjIHTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u8c9Q9uKN_Q/s1600-h/SL270957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEJLKjIHTI/AAAAAAAAAMw/u8c9Q9uKN_Q/s400/SL270957.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413618314490944818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pagoda that I didnt haf a chance to take and visit two years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyELIWjAdfI/AAAAAAAAANA/hQ2icPYl2ZQ/s1600-h/SL270968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyELIWjAdfI/AAAAAAAAANA/hQ2icPYl2ZQ/s400/SL270968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413620465195316722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: 5 December 2009 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the day where all the happening stuffs starts to appear I tell you. But then... It rained. T_T so... No photos for this day too. BUT! Something nice happened (Nice for me la) Cos there was this time from 3.30-5.30pm where the shower room is open to all but very few ppl seems to know it, I could use this time to go shower (Even though it's freaking cold in the rain) So after another short round of shopping, I went back to the lodging temple to gather my shower stuffs. As I was holding the umbrella in one hand, I took out my iPod with the other and started to listen to 七里香 and 三人行 while strolling along the rocky and slippery paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very peaceful and satisfied. Cos I've never really done that in my past trips. (Well, the weather has always been good every time I went, so...) The sky was kinda blueish Grey, the rain drizzling in a soothing rhythmic momentum that syncs with the song. The branches of the trees drooped low and the breeze was just right. Blowing softly into my face. It was cold, but not chilling that it freezes ur bones. I was strolling slowly, humming to the song, carefully walking so that I wont slip on the stone path. The mood was really great and atmospheric. At that moment, I didnt have to think of anything. I was experiencing me.. The real self inside me that connected to the world. Kinda chim I think. It was like I was truely breathing air. I knew what I was doing and I am thankful and super grateful that I could be there, at the right time, at the perfect place to experience it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of cos, I was freezing like mad when I reached the lodging temple.. So I quickly went to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not underestimate the power of shower in the cold weather. After a hot shower, your whole body will feel so much better and I really feel more energised after every shower. (Nope, I didnt bring any energiser batteries to eat there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: 6 December 2009 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;THE BEST DAY EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;The weather was great! Cloudy, but great! I even had the chance to participate in the Kosenrufu chanting with the High Priest. Well, not that we dun haf tt in Singapore la.. But normally, during the one hour chanting, I'll stone for that hour and wished that it would quickly pass and finish. Well, not that day no! I wished that it would go on and on and when the hour came and passed, I was kinda sad. Cos it's not everyday that you get to chant with the High Priest and believers from other countries on the first Sunday of every month.&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon session of General Meeting was the best! hahaha... Super funny. We had to wait outside Kofubo before going in. Then, someone, dun ask me who, started to run around with the flags. I had a strong suspicion that it was someone from Singapore. hahahaha... We even did a Kallang wave! WOOT! And once THAT started, the other countries followed suit. Hahahahhaa... We even had kids running around with flags. Ok, pictures aint enough... Should watch the videos.. Kekekekeke.... Hahaha.. By the time it finished and we had to go in, everyone was pretty 'high' le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the performance (Which I couldnt take as it was strictly prohibited unless you're from the official press members), I went nutz.. Kekeke.. And after that, I was kinda exhausted already. Whatever.. I had lots of fun. That day.. Even though the shower time is limited to 10min per person (Which I think is totally impossible and crazy) I slowly took my time.. hahah. Heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the evening prayer, someone suggested taking a photo with the Chief Priest of the lodging temple. Gosh, so many ppl wanted a photo of it.. Hahaha.. In the end, we had to take like 10 over times. Well, I didnt dare to put in mine cos everyone seemed really tired already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Midnight prayer was memorable too. This proves that the AMX course is somehow like a curse... Ever since I've taken the course, every where I go, I see gender-bias la, racial issues la, disabilities la, equalities la... Super crazy. Ok, so there's this kid who was super excited and didnt slp til like the gathering time which was like around 1.50am. But when the prayer started, he fell asleep =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the daimoku session where the junior priests would beat the taiko drums, (I was sitting on the right side of the hall) the priest that was coming to my side had something in his ear. I was kinda puzzled and kept thinking what was it. Well.. I finally knew when he came and had his back faced me to beat the drum. (I was sitting like the 4th row so I could see really clearly) The priest had a hearing aid on his right ear. Well.. I was kinda taken back slightly cos it was my very first time seeing that I guess. Referring to a priest with a hearing aid, I mean. I wasnt really expecting that I guess..... See... It's all AMX's fault la. Arghhh.. I so hate that course now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: 7 December 2009 (Monday)&lt;br /&gt;After the prayer, went back and did final packing cos we had to leave at around 7am. While waiting, a couple of us went to see the sun rise. Correction, we went to wait for the sun rise. While walking, we had chanting at the gate in front of Hoando. That caught us by surprise cos it was really dark and around 4am - ish.. Didnt expect someone to be chanting there at the wee hours of the night. But we were really touched by the believer's ichinen. She sounded as though she had a strong desparate thought that she wanted to convey.....&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the sun rise didnt come. Cos it was super cloudy and partly cos it was time to go back le.. Shootz.. So I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus.. The last eventful thing happened.. My friend was very cold (literally).. She was shivering and kept saying that her hands felt cold. Den, she knelt and crouched and her head hung low. I was comforting her cos she was crying already. Suddenly, she leaned towards me and gosh.. It was heavy cos it was the weight from her entire body. I was shocked! *o* I asked her wat was wrong. Her mum quickly hugged her and my friend said that she couldnt feel anything. She didnt haf any energy at all. Her mum panicked and screamed, "Ting! Dun scare me!!!!" (In Chinese of course) Everyone was shocked too and gathered around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the thing was that it was my friend's first winter trip so lots of things kinda happened and she took it for granted. For one, she wore very little and didnt want to wear more clothes.. Vanity la I tell you. Next, she didnt sleep much which led to low body resistance. Lastly, when she was kinda sick and we could feel it, we had her to take some medicine like panadol at least. But she didnt want to... So, it all led to the burst of illness I guess. Well, it's like the pre-fever syndrome I guess. The cold got her but the fever hadnt broke out yet. But thank goodness, it happened before we boarded the bus. Hahaha. But the scene was quite funny. She had to be pushed in a wheelchair and board the bus. At the parking lot, everyone was crowding around her. And photos were taken I think. Kekekeke.. It was like as though there were paparazzi around a celebrity. After a full rest on the bus she recovered and she was able to walk and shop after wards. (Gosh, she walked faster den me sia.. Tsk tsk me) We were able to laugh at the events that happened.. Her BBF also could lecture her.. Hahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. A tiny scare here and there. But nothing big I guess. Which of course, is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way out of Taisekiji and Shizuoka, I didnt realise it was actually Monday until I see the junior priests in their uniforms and walking out of the temple premises and go on their way to their schools. And along the way, I see students on bicycles (white, mostly. Is that the most fashionable bike color now?) and uniforms to school. I was like.. "Wow.. It's already Monday le! Students going to school. And I'm going home." It was kinda ... hmmm, weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now comes the bad mood event. I SO HATE THE STUPID AIRPORT! Why? Well, initially, the staffs had us go to another counter or something since we're doing a group check-in. This check-in thing ar I tell you, is USELESS! Why? Cos it's a self-automated thing whereby we haf to type particulars ourselves on this machine thing. Ergh.. It's super frustrating.. Especially since after the staffs saw that one row wasnt going to be enough and had some of us go to another row of the stupid machines. I moved my heavy stuffs here and there. What made it worse was that the push cart wasnt allowed in so many of the aunties had a difficult time moving their stuffs around. I find the whole automated thing super ridiculous. Cos there are people who dun feel comfortable using automated machines and what of those aunties who might not noe how to use it? Wouldnt it be faster if there were trained ppl behind the counters instead? Tsk tsk tsk... CHANGI AIRPORT IS STILL THE BEST! NUMBER ONE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! THAT'S WWW FOR YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to buy some stuffs back at the airport. I was searching high and low for Haley's ponyon hand puppet. Argh... I think I must have been blind or something... so the trip back was.. ordinary... oya.. The pasta on the flight was aweful. Erlack. And yet, I finished it all.. Kekeke&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Basically, that's about it I guess... Hope u had fun reading it ^W^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of night scenes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks? Nah.. my hand just shook and it got lopsided =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEd1TFm9HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hzqxhdkT5Ro/s1600-h/SL271062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEd1TFm9HI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hzqxhdkT5Ro/s400/SL271062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413641028570117234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEiz0y7cxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eGTBGkXpK2Y/s1600-h/SL270991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEiz0y7cxI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eGTBGkXpK2Y/s400/SL270991.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413646500816974610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEiXcLXFgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MLN-xz122LE/s1600-h/SL270986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEiXcLXFgI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MLN-xz122LE/s400/SL270986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413646013172225538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEgziG5LaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t8vxaFN1fUU/s1600-h/SL271060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEgziG5LaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t8vxaFN1fUU/s400/SL271060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413644296777182626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these colorful trucks.. Reminds me of transformers.. kekekeke ^o^ Why cant Singapore be more colorful???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEZstHYnDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ySrRt6SM_go/s1600-h/SNC00043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEZstHYnDI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ySrRt6SM_go/s400/SNC00043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413636482891553842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEZalTQLCI/AAAAAAAAANw/-3EgqWZQLgE/s1600-h/SNC00037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyEZalTQLCI/AAAAAAAAANw/-3EgqWZQLgE/s400/SNC00037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413636171556203554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5449344f5451314f54513d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Tozan Trip - 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5449344f5451314f54513d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8964348450797124062?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8964348450797124062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8964348450797124062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8964348450797124062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8964348450797124062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeap-phooooto-updates-now-i-didnt-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SyD9-YIsPDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QPmIa2Ws0P4/s72-c/SL270923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-1155712640970309498</id><published>2009-12-08T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T14:52:24.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! I miss Shizuoka and Taisekiji!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like the Recorder Seminar was a big fun hit! Gosh... I missed it T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to catch up with everyone... Nah.. Not tt urgent la. Cos I've only been away for 5 days? But still.. Some things haf happened while I was away, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog with pictures the next time round. I need to sleep again ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cool weather&lt;br /&gt;I miss the meals&lt;br /&gt;I miss the early bedtimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss having good skin there (Cos I slept at the right times which helped to improve my skin condition)&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating right there&lt;br /&gt;I miss having many people to talk to&lt;br /&gt;I miss listening to many different languages from the different countries. (didnt see too many cute guys this time round though.. Wa.. One of the disappointments there)&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking at Mount Fuji&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking on those uneven stone paths with an umbrella and iPod, singing to 七里香&lt;br /&gt;I miss my birdie friends&lt;br /&gt;I miss the better 'me' over there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like back to square 1 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-1155712640970309498?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/1155712640970309498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=1155712640970309498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1155712640970309498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/1155712640970309498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-back-i-miss-shizuoka-and-taisekiji.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-6268326251251799310</id><published>2009-12-02T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:14:37.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Plans for this December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be nice to my Mum and help out in the housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Climb Bukit Timah Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Practice piano more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Practice erhu more diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup..Basically that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be taking the flight to Japan on Thursday morning 7am. Haf to reach Changi Airport by 5am. 5am!!! Can u believe that? Sigh... Will be back on Tuesday midnight. I wont be shopping much I guess. Cos there's no time for it anyways.. Still, I'll try my best ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u guys haf a great and safe holiday too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-6268326251251799310?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/6268326251251799310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=6268326251251799310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6268326251251799310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/6268326251251799310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/12/plans-for-this-december-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-4600145309055605711</id><published>2009-11-27T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:48:27.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thought this is interesting. My dad was clearing his CDs and he chose 辛晓琪's CD to play. (Like always. Sigh.. Listen til I wanna puke le sia.. I can join the 百万大歌星 and if her songs pop out I sure win lor) And then, he played this unknown track that I havent heard at all before!! Gasp! What was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Xin Xiao Qi sang Colours of the Wind - Chinese Version. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUZXwclYZ6Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OUZXwclYZ6Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;我站在风里看着你的来临 我想要问你为的是什么&lt;br /&gt;请聆听大地万物心中话语 它有泪它有喜悲和生命&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你从来不曾用心看看这里 怎会发现另一个世界&lt;br /&gt;但我俩在这风中如此相遇 这缘份已是多么的神奇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你听风在说话说着不朽的情爱 那全世界最温柔的表白&lt;br /&gt;如果真爱在你心中永不更改 你会看到风中七色的美丽&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的心会画出风中的色彩 请闭上双眼陪伴森林呼吸&lt;br /&gt;看日月星辰变幻的颜色 你和我梦想终于紧紧相连&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一刻请你相信是永远 让青山绿水自由自在活着&lt;br /&gt;去学习飞鸟遨翔在人间 在七彩风里寻找那个世界&lt;br /&gt;那是你我真心寻找的家园&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待你牵我的手 风在蓝天上飞向那个梦&lt;br /&gt;如果你没有忘记你我风中的相遇&lt;br /&gt;那是刻在风里最美的传奇&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's a direct translation of the original song. I thought it was a pretty good job too. It didnt sound awkward or anything. Hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one. From the movie Aladdin - A whole new world. (Chinese version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40lU8LXeMYA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40lU8LXeMYA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;演唱:周华健陈淑桦&lt;br /&gt;(男):人与人的相遇&lt;br /&gt;如此扑朔又迷离&lt;br /&gt;岁月悠悠容颜兀自更改&lt;br /&gt;为谁徘徊&lt;br /&gt;人世间的风景&lt;br /&gt;总是柳暗又花明&lt;br /&gt;聚聚散散的人海&lt;br /&gt;谁是今生最爱&lt;br /&gt;萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;是否拥有一样的梦&lt;br /&gt;灵魂曾经漂泊如此之久&lt;br /&gt;生命里都是寂寞&lt;br /&gt;(女):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;是否你我灵犀相通&lt;br /&gt;付出所有青春&lt;br /&gt;为爱等候&lt;br /&gt;等候心中&lt;br /&gt;最深最真的梦&lt;br /&gt;人世间的遭遇&lt;br /&gt;处处充满了惊喜&lt;br /&gt;经过漫长的等待&lt;br /&gt;终于找到我的爱&lt;br /&gt;(女):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;(男):谁能萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;(女):你我拥有一样的梦&lt;br /&gt;(男):两颗心息息相通&lt;br /&gt;(合):飞向梦的那头&lt;br /&gt;寻找彩虹&lt;br /&gt;(女):一起拥抱你整个的世界&lt;br /&gt;(男):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;你我拥有一样的梦&lt;br /&gt;(合):飞向梦的那头&lt;br /&gt;寻找彩虹&lt;br /&gt;(男):跟着我遨游整个宇宙&lt;br /&gt;(女):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;(男):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;我们拥有一样的梦&lt;br /&gt;(合):飞向梦的那头&lt;br /&gt;寻找彩虹&lt;br /&gt;(女):真心穿越时空&lt;br /&gt;(男):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;(女):从此不再寂寞&lt;br /&gt;(男):我们拥有一样的梦&lt;br /&gt;(女):结束所有的漂泊&lt;br /&gt;(合):飞向梦的那头&lt;br /&gt;寻找彩虹&lt;br /&gt;(女):牵着我&lt;br /&gt;(男):请跟着我&lt;br /&gt;(女):手牵手&lt;br /&gt;(男):一起自由遨游&lt;br /&gt;(女):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;(男):萍水相逢&lt;br /&gt;(女):穿越时空&lt;br /&gt;(男):穿越时空&lt;br /&gt;(女):寻找彩虹&lt;br /&gt;(男):寻找彩虹&lt;br /&gt;(合):一样的梦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised by the choice of singers. But then, a decade ago, hmmmm.. maybe not. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna learn these lyrics and sing it out loud.. Whether in school or KTV. Kekekeke. Think I'll go find the Chinese version of "When you believe.." LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-4600145309055605711?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/4600145309055605711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=4600145309055605711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4600145309055605711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/4600145309055605711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/11/thought-this-is-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-5025426504258896936</id><published>2009-11-27T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:11:32.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So one day, I decided to take a stroll in my new neighbourhood. New referring to the fact that I just moved in, not that it's newly built or anything. Well, sorry for the commentary. English teachers are like that la. Kekekekke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, where was I? Oh yes. A stroll, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started walking. (yea!!! Clap, people! Clap! Let me hear ur applause!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got too humid and warm. So, I returned home immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how boring and lame my morning was basically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-5025426504258896936?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/5025426504258896936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=5025426504258896936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5025426504258896936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/5025426504258896936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-one-day-i-decided-to-take-stroll-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-8129084506398312045</id><published>2009-11-26T13:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:55:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.. Cos a title is not really necesary at the moment</title><content type='html'>So, it's been over a month. Should I do a celebratory 1 month anniversary for it? Kekeke. Well, things have been kinda hectic, so, I've pretty put off blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've considered moving my blog, as a sign of a new beginning since I've moved house.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, maybe I should update the status of my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been close to two weeks since I've moved into the new house. It's slowly turning from a warehouse to a home. Things are slowly going into their places somehow. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I still cant get used to would have to be the distance from the buses and trains I guess. It's pretty far. Well.. Sometimes I wished the walking distance would be shortened, but I like the fact that I can sing out loud during these walking trips. Kekeke... =) And there's lots of hills and big slopes around here too. Hmmmm.. I get scared by them ^_^''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, I was very reluctant to move house. But somehow, when the time came and the things were packed and moved, I just went along with it. I didnt feel really that negative or held and grudges at all. Everything kinda went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new house is small. Like literally. Back then, my room was much quieter. Now, it's next to the living room. I can hear basically whatever's happening in the house. Cos, it's really that small. It's a new kind of feeling. I feel that everyone's kinda closer to each other in this small house. Maybe, it's not such a bad thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! There's this mosquito that's been breeding in my room. It has sucked lots of blood out of me. Heh! Right now.. My top priority is to catch it and smash it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, moving on .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horrible AMX exam is over. This is like the most memorable exam situation of all. First, my time was slow so I was just on time, almost late for the exam. Then, when I went to my seat, some blur girl was there. Haiz.. I didnt even have to 'fight' with her. Cos she also didnt know her original seat anyways and just took any empty seat. Lastly, the exam was supposed to be from 1-3.30pm. But I accidentally thought it was from 1-3pm. Argh! So I crammed the whole thing within 2 hours. Gosh. It was agonizing! Hahaha. When it was around 5min before 3, I was puzzled when no one mentioned about the time. Worse, when 3pm was here, no one ended the exam. I quickly checked the paper.. Gosh! I still had 30 minutes. Hahaha. Gosh. So in the end, I left the exam hall 15 minutes early. LoL... Oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, the question of the day. It's regarding the question below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"btw how can u tell when nv meet me? can noe my mood through sms ar?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I'll put this up until 9.30pm. If u've read it, u haf read it. If not... Den... What more can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my answer is.. tooo bad if u didnt read it. It will only be known to me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how pissed off I am, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Respect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-8129084506398312045?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/8129084506398312045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=8129084506398312045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8129084506398312045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/8129084506398312045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/11/untitled-cos-title-is-not-really.html' title='Untitled.. Cos a title is not really necesary at the moment'/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687621594405219384.post-7419663452667130330</id><published>2009-10-25T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:36:44.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Packing up my room. I saw a stack of old number scores. It belonged to my Secondary School Orchestra era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped open the thick file. There were a huge stack of un-categorized files that I just stuffed in out of convenience sake. I put them to my right. A photo of the CO group dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the very first song that we practiced. "狮王争霸" - Theme song from the Wang Feihong series. Hahaha.. 9 years ago, it was already easy-bitsy to me. Well, it still is now. The song brought back so much nostalgic memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the photo and I instantly remembered how excited I was when the entire orchestra crammed into the tiny music room and set up our seats and instruments. (especially the time taken when I have to tune everyone's instrument. Kekeke) I remembered how my blood gushed to my head and my heart was beating in sync with the song's tempo when the conductor started conducting that song. I remembered how I shivered and my goosebumps appeared while I was playing this very simple song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how much I loved playing with my string gangs during the CO days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered how I have always looked forward to the Combined practices and listening to every section coming in together blending with the music. Even though it was just the huang fei hong song that we quickly got sick of. (Ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my heart beating when I'm in the ensemble. Any ensemble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sectionals were difficult and our conductor sometimes gets frustrated, we still manage to pull it through somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In NAFA, when a particle section of the song particular irks me, I'll practice like mad to prove that I can do it, that hot-blood part of me is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the 'determined' part of me who never gives up at the sight of any obstacles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing erhu in an ensemble, I think.&lt;br /&gt;I miss creating music with people who loves music too.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I don't feel so musical after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same for choir I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I recalled how stupid I felt when I saw this difficult piece that I had to sing for the very first semester. Thinking back, I cant believe I made it through sia.. I couldnt even really get the notes on those staves correctly. Hahaha, but still .... I could sing them .Woah .. . .. ...&lt;br /&gt;Those moments and times when we get excited for the concert and giving our very most and best during the performances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. those nostalgic days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it's kinda like a routine call to sing in the ensemble. It's a 'sianz' feeling. Tired too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I looked at the photo, I'm thinking.. Maybe I dun hate my teenage years so much after all. Puberty doesnt feel as bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wouldnt want to experience that one more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Let's 加油 for the ensembles ba! It's music making sessions after all... =)&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I hate packing up. Things never seem to fit anywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5687621594405219384-7419663452667130330?l=fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/feeds/7419663452667130330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5687621594405219384&amp;postID=7419663452667130330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7419663452667130330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687621594405219384/posts/default/7419663452667130330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fannyworldindotz.blogspot.com/2009/10/packing-up-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Yi Fan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11937409930370082750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-1kCfxLCfv8/SVOXCmhrjfI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DrswnUkWu3o/S220/2141413530_c0702765e4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
