<?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-9093062</id><updated>2011-07-31T16:04:23.587+08:00</updated><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>HannahBallerina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7848762925648129291</id><published>2010-09-29T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:46:11.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the right thing just ain't worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being insulted, being wrongly accused, being stabbed in the back. And all for what? For being honest, for being a gracious person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had never considered the right thing in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7848762925648129291?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7848762925648129291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7848762925648129291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7848762925648129291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7848762925648129291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-right-thing-just-aint-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-8090717026668641098</id><published>2010-08-05T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T22:55:35.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>How do we know who our real friends are? &lt;br /&gt;What constitutes a friend? a good friend? an acquaintance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-8090717026668641098?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8090717026668641098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=8090717026668641098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8090717026668641098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8090717026668641098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2357108351057432130</id><published>2010-06-18T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:28:33.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xy6L66tHOaI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=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/Xy6L66tHOaI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Art Of Love by Guy Sebastian feat. Jordin Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m saying sorry in advance cos this won’t always go to plan&lt;br /&gt;Though we don’t mean to take our love for granted&lt;br /&gt;It's in our nature to forget what matters&lt;br /&gt;How when the going is getting tough&lt;br /&gt;And we’re all about giving up&lt;br /&gt;Things that we never thought we’d gonna say, gonna say them&lt;br /&gt;Things that we never thought we’d play, gonna play them&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t perfect, but it’s worth it&lt;br /&gt;And it’s always getting better&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna take some time to get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m still learning the art of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying to not mess up&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I stumble let me know&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m still trying to learn the art of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to get the door&lt;br /&gt;Remind you that you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I know my detail requires more attention&lt;br /&gt;If I ever hurt you it’s not my intention&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re gonna make our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Find out how much your heart can take&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you got my back&lt;br /&gt;And baby I got yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m still learning the art of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying to not mess up&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I stumble let me know&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still trying to learn the art of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m gonna miss&lt;br /&gt;I’m still learning how to give&lt;br /&gt;I’m not giving up&lt;br /&gt;I’m still learning how to love&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to love…&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m still learning the art of love&lt;br /&gt;I’m still trying to not mess up&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I stumble let me know&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out&lt;br /&gt;You need to spell it out for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still trying to learn the art of love&lt;br /&gt;(The art of love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;Still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;Still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to learn the art of love&lt;br /&gt;Still learning, I'm still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;Still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get it sometimes, cause I'm still learning&lt;br /&gt;Still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;Still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;Still learning (art of love)&lt;br /&gt;The art, art of love&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/9093062-2357108351057432130?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2357108351057432130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2357108351057432130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2357108351057432130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2357108351057432130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/06/art-of-love.html' title='Art of Love'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3075136058108133448</id><published>2010-06-14T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T13:02:27.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Agenda</title><content type='html'>It honestly feels fantastic to be able to sit back, relax, and think about anything I want - absolutely anything. I'm no longer limited and confined to thoughts of my approaching assessments, or of rushing to complete my endless flow of essays due one after the other. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so interesting that in times like these, I find myself feeling restless and somewhat guilty, because I keep thinking that I should be spending my time doing, reading, typing, thinking, analysing, and fussing over. Even as I'm sitting at the computer, I'm thinking :"I should be stretching. Using the computer and not doing anything else is a waste of time.". I have to consciously force my mind to let go, and let my body do what it feels like doing. Sometimes I think my mind tries to take control more often than it should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my dear body, today's your day:) feel free to do whatever you want:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3075136058108133448?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3075136058108133448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3075136058108133448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3075136058108133448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3075136058108133448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-agenda.html' title='No Agenda'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2032912802386000658</id><published>2010-04-28T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:29:50.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm SUCH a genius HAHA. after so many tries of clicking here and there, I finally managed to get msn working:) hahahha.. though I have to admit, I didn't know what I was doing.. just clicking here, typing there, and WALA! msn signed in! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pure genius HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, we had our measurements done just now, and the girl said :"ok chest or bust size.." I replied:"well, mine's pretty non-existent."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*girl measures my chest size*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;girl:" ok. size zero. HAHAHA."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hannah: *STUN* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. stupid shit hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One hour till Jenny's class.. and I can't jump at all.. Just cos I got too excited and pushed it in ballet class..Wasn't supposed to do jumps, but I did 1 warm up jump and 2 petite allegros.. and then my ankle starting hurting. stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO.. no jumping for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2032912802386000658?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2032912802386000658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2032912802386000658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2032912802386000658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2032912802386000658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-such-genius-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6328594913067380155</id><published>2010-04-21T12:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:10:17.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Miss Your Water...</title><content type='html'>As Louis said, it's only in times like these when you're restricted and limited in movement, that you appreciate being injury free during the rest of the year. Such things make us realise that "hey, i've had this all along.. why did I never notice it?" well it's human behaviour I guess - to not appreciate something until it's gone or taken away from you. This reminds me of the song "You don't miss your water"...hahah.. i sound emo. Don't worry i'm not:) i'm just procrastinating.. I have my Kinesiology notes in front of me, but my brain just does not want to start journalling. I know, i'm a huge ass lazy bum. A lazy bum with a mildly sprained ankle and a screwed up knee. :(&lt;br /&gt;Really seems like my body is breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to do a pirouette in class today on the injured foot just cos I couldn't resist it anymore, and my demi collapsed 1 second after I left the floor.. what the... SO ANNOYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6328594913067380155?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6328594913067380155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6328594913067380155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6328594913067380155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6328594913067380155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-dont-miss-your-water.html' title='You Don&apos;t Miss Your Water...'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1290575782453376370</id><published>2010-03-10T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:48:28.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be doing my choreo journal now. I'm late by a week. We've got another choreo lesson later. ah damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll reach home at 8pm or later today. AAAAHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1290575782453376370?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1290575782453376370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1290575782453376370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1290575782453376370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1290575782453376370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-supposed-to-be-doing-my-choreo.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3823186411383415482</id><published>2010-02-23T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:43:30.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a PACKED day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Went to highlight my hair. This one was so boring because I had to wait ages. PLUS I was so angry that the woman tugged on my hair SO HARD when she was washing it and drying it. SERIOUSLY. I was on the VERGE of shouting at her and telling her :"freaking hell man. that hurts!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Had lunch with mum at Katong Laksa.. good:) Then we went to marine parade to pick up stuff like locks, plastic bags, hooks etc.. for melbourne and for bayshore. We also went to Pet City at Haig Road cos mum had to pick up dog food and nailclippers. In the mean time, I was going crazy playing with all the cats! omg they're SO CUTE and FLUFFY! There was this particular cat that was SO PRETTY! The guy brought out his Golden Retriever for me to play with.. SO PLAYFUL! hahah! so hyper man. Now I appreciate Ashley's passiveness. Well anyway the dog was called Da Niu. Meaning big girl. I thought it meant BIG COW. hmmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Met Laura Or at city hall for a catch up session. We wandered around the basement for some time before she gave in and let me eat at soup spoon. HAHAHA! Talked.. ALOT. and as always, ended up talking about boys. HAHA. can't blame us man.. we're girls after all! so we had a real good chat, and suddenly Laura jumps up and says:" OMG. I have to go!!" We realise that we've been there for 2.5 hours.. And she had to be at Shawn &amp;amp; Gladys in 2 mins, while I had to be at Amanda's in 2 as well. LOL. so we rushed off in separate directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Went to Amanda's and had dinner there. She played with her computer tap tap while I watched Channel 8. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN, we started transferring songs from her library to my hard disk. OMG. So tedious man. Near the end, I was so sleepy I wasn't even listening to the songs. I was just watching Bruce Lee fight on tv. In the meantime, Amanda CONVENIENTLY transferred 600 songs over. OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I dragged myself off her couch at 11.40pm, and the 2 of us walk sleepily to the bus stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad 31 came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) ... and now I'm home. what a fulfilling day:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3823186411383415482?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3823186411383415482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3823186411383415482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3823186411383415482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3823186411383415482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-packed-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6851456024509880430</id><published>2010-02-13T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T03:02:19.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at 3am in the morning, i suddenly feel like eating chawanmushi... and i wouldnt mind cha soba:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6851456024509880430?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6851456024509880430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6851456024509880430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6851456024509880430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6851456024509880430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-3am-in-morning-i-suddenly-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2329428166881318876</id><published>2010-02-10T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T02:01:34.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;An important part of praying is a willingness to be part of the answer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;Got this from Daily Bread.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;It's a really good reminder to me that by praying and asking God for help, I must be ready to make changes in my life, and I must be ready to accept that I'm doing wrong, and that I need to change. Alot of times I just ask God for help, but in my heart, I don't really want anything to change. Either because I don't want to change, or I'm comfortable in my "numbnumbville" as pastor daph called it. Instead, I pray out of self-pity, or because I know that I SHOULD pray about it. However, my heart still remains hardened to correction from my Daddy God. I expect things AROUND me to change, but don't realise that what has to change is ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;Today's devotion was a knock on the head for me. Simple yet straight to the point. I have to expect to make changes in MY life. Not in other people's lives around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;Just like what Ps David Doery said, when someone asks God to give them patience, God puts someone in their life to annoy them so that their patience grows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;The change needs to happen in ME. not anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2329428166881318876?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2329428166881318876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2329428166881318876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2329428166881318876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2329428166881318876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/02/important-part-of-praying-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5467090871876510477</id><published>2010-02-08T00:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T00:18:20.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Church today was awesome:) Rev Bernard Blessing is DEFINITELY a blessing to everyone. He's hilarious, and when he prays, we really feel the anointing on him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch with Div at Ikea.. after lunch we felt sleepy.. so headed home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to sleep, but I saw 3 pairs of new shoes in the corridor. LOL. Susanne Des and Ryan:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had SOOO much fun watching videos on youtube! omg had such a good laugh:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all went for dinner at Lagoon, and came back home to chill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They just left...and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matt just came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arsenal fan. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12am match.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're forever having guests over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current score for Chelsea Arsenal match: 1-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arsenal... pull up your socks man.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want 2 crying boys in my house. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5467090871876510477?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5467090871876510477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5467090871876510477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5467090871876510477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5467090871876510477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/02/church-today-was-awesome-rev-bernard.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-4443258233645524969</id><published>2010-02-02T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:51:09.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I was supposed to go shopping on my own at Far East. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Republic Plaza (Raffles Place) to meet Tanster for lunch, because he's working there doing some admin stuff. He brought me up to his office, and I just sat there for awhile, helping him out here and there. When it was time for me to go... HAHA. It didn't happen. OBVIOUSLY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's the deal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;sitting with boyfriend VERSUS shopping alone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;need i say more? LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yea.. I didn't go shopping in the end. Spent the whole afternoon with Tanster and his work. hahah.. at 5pm, we trained over to Taka to meet Sab (his sister) for dinner - Mos Burger. Had my favourite corn soup:D and we saw Joella there with her friends.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made my way via bus 16 which took SO LONG, all the way to ballet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ballet was all right only la. Felt so stuck.. I worked my muscles till they ached but it just felt as if it wasn't good enough. Oh well... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really glad I chose not to go shopping today. The time was well spent helping my bf with his work:) It's funny how I just saw him yesterday, but I was dying to see him today also. I'm getting addicted man. LOL. I need rehab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-4443258233645524969?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4443258233645524969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=4443258233645524969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4443258233645524969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4443258233645524969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-i-was-supposed-to-go-shopping-on.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7395884151194922212</id><published>2010-02-02T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:46:26.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/S2cFVgaisAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/j0NqynRIxkc/s1600-h/IMG_5686.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/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/S2cFVgaisAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/j0NqynRIxkc/s400/IMG_5686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433317342482444290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 7 months, and I can't believe how madly I'm in love with you still. I thank God so much for giving you to me, because I totally do NOT deserve you:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's outing has been such a joy - being able to spend the whole day with you, going crazy with you, and knowing how much you love me back. I REALLY wish it didn't have to end! Was so reluctant to get out of the car... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thanks for EVERYTHING. not just today.. not just this month.. but since march 2009:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7395884151194922212?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7395884151194922212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7395884151194922212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7395884151194922212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7395884151194922212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-7-months-and-i-cant-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/S2cFVgaisAI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/j0NqynRIxkc/s72-c/IMG_5686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2170806732782377170</id><published>2010-02-01T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:36:57.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, the melbourne people were just talking about whether we're ready to head back to Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say that I don't want to go back. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not now, not anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just that I've got used to life here, got used to the people here, got closer to certain friends, made new close friends. I'm just not ready to throw it all away by going to Melbourne. I know many will say that it isn't all wasted, that friendships will still remain, but hey.. truth be told, close friendships will always start drifting apart no matter how much you try to keep in contact. Chatting online or on skype can never beat meeting face to face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the bright side, happy 7 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2170806732782377170?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2170806732782377170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2170806732782377170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2170806732782377170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2170806732782377170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-melbourne-people-were-just.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-740412626734639499</id><published>2010-01-30T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:29:32.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel retarded yet cheated. I don't know if it's my fault.. &lt;br /&gt;Thought i changed my internet plan to On Hold=$7.. but my account showed that $39.95 was still deducted since december. i was like..~!@#$%^&amp;*~!@#$%^&amp;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW i changed my plan. Don't know how it changed back. ARRRGGGHHHHHHH. I just wasted 40 AUSSIE bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-740412626734639499?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/740412626734639499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=740412626734639499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/740412626734639499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/740412626734639499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-retarded-yet-cheated.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-882248690065874667</id><published>2010-01-29T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T12:48:01.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>imagination starts from the bowl. &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M MORPHING INTO JOEL... I'M BECOMING LAME:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-882248690065874667?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/882248690065874667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=882248690065874667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/882248690065874667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/882248690065874667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagination-starts-from-bowl.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6753386760247573200</id><published>2010-01-27T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:21:15.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/hannahwse" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/hannahwse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6753386760247573200?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2764133196585825187</id><published>2010-01-27T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:21:08.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/hannahwse" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/hannahwse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2764133196585825187?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2764133196585825187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2764133196585825187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/hannahwse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-9127110579989532392?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/9127110579989532392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=9127110579989532392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/9127110579989532392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/9127110579989532392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_8988.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2636715459958581291</id><published>2010-01-27T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:19:00.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/hannahwse" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/hannahwse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2636715459958581291?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/hannahwse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6063947287103335220?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6063947287103335220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6063947287103335220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6063947287103335220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6063947287103335220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_27.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-587409919976899058</id><published>2010-01-27T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T00:18:35.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/hannahwse" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/hannahwse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-587409919976899058?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/587409919976899058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=587409919976899058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/587409919976899058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/587409919976899058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5390609117471171702</id><published>2010-01-26T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:47:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did something really stupid.&lt;div&gt;I'm so sorry.. I know I said I'd try not to do it again, but yet I still did tonight. Please forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only realised later on how much it took you.. to choose to eat somewhere nearby, to wait for me to end, only to find out that I'm not meeting you. I know it was very selfish of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;orry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. &lt;/b&gt;How can I make it up to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the phone, daddy hung up on me. sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;why am I pissing so many people off? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, Joel brought me to Sim Lim to buy my new wireless mouse that I'm using now:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logitech! woohoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was good to see Davin today:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5390609117471171702?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5390609117471171702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5390609117471171702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5390609117471171702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5390609117471171702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-did-something-really-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-125576134084906959</id><published>2010-01-22T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T12:33:27.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday has been one heck of an emotional roller coaster, and I'm just glad that it's over. Don't want to remember it, because.. nah.. why remember unhappy things? But even if i don't wish to keep such memories, it's important to stay alert to anything.. can't let love be blind, right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, you stay strong all right? Remember that I'm here for you.. and God is too.. will keep praying for you that God will give you wisdom in what to do, and that He'll guard your heart too:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much for your TLC:) I hope I'll be able to make you feel as comforted as you made me feel:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you da jie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-125576134084906959?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/125576134084906959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=125576134084906959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/125576134084906959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/125576134084906959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/yesterday-has-been-one-heck-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-4836875703885657604</id><published>2010-01-22T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T03:23:43.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"Jealousy is terrible disease that just spreads from one small part to the entire body. At first it's just the mind that has such jealous thoughts..then to spreads to the body language. Now I just can't seem to get myself out of it..Everytime I see that certain someone, I'm just so filled to the brim with jealousy and anger. what's wrong with me man...." - HannahBallerina, 6/5/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Now I'd really call myself Little Miss Jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-4836875703885657604?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-8903785303376831788</id><published>2010-01-21T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T12:55:35.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt mean To get so worked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just overlook everything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm too petty.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the problem is you not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-8903785303376831788?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8903785303376831788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why I'm feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;it came all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;if i knew why, i'd tell you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-9156721390229807847?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/9156721390229807847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=9156721390229807847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/9156721390229807847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/9156721390229807847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-know-why-im-feeling-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5646015093927879671</id><published>2009-12-28T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:55:54.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love this convo that i'm having with Mr Jade (matt-diuu)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] po po po po pokerface.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. u going from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. haha, i can pick you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] po po po po pokerface.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;whoa.. sounds damn impressive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] po po po po pokerface.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW MAN.&lt;br /&gt;you'll WALK to my place to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;wah seh&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmnz.. are you doing anything after lunch tmr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] po po po po pokerface.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;well i'm gonna come back home..&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha, here's the thing.. im meeting a coursemate tmr at his work for breakfast.. so i'll prob be in uniform..&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see how different us guys look in uniform.. tmr would be a cool chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] po po po po pokerface.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SEE&lt;br /&gt;can i take photo?&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh...&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;i could drop by your place on the way back..&lt;br /&gt;haha, i love this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] po po po po pokerface.. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA..&lt;br /&gt;call me la&lt;br /&gt;i'll go downstairs..&lt;br /&gt;seriously ah.. you sound so gentlemanly now..&lt;br /&gt;SOUND.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, eh&lt;br /&gt;the inconvenience that im putting myself through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] po po po po pokerface.. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;LOL! and I'm eternally grateful for the energy that you put into walking ALL THE WAY to my place. THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SongBird says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, always gentlemanly.. im just finding it super weird that its so easy to do this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ahh matt.. GO BAYSHORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5646015093927879671?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5646015093927879671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5646015093927879671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5646015093927879671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5646015093927879671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-this-convo-that-im-having-with.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1214086264340298315</id><published>2009-12-28T02:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:12:35.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that was laura. i'm not as retarded.... not denying that i'm NOT. just saying that I'm not retarded in comparison to her. Makes sense? NO. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. it's 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Div are sitting here. I'm straining my hand just to reach the keyboard. ya. ouch. meow meow ngiao ngiao abc abc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1214086264340298315?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1214086264340298315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1214086264340298315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1214086264340298315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1214086264340298315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-was-laura.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7142352280821040159</id><published>2009-12-28T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:10:43.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hehe hihi meow meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7142352280821040159?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7142352280821040159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7142352280821040159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7142352280821040159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7142352280821040159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/12/hehe-hihi-meow-meow.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1081202960514014404</id><published>2009-11-25T07:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T07:43:38.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know.. it's been SUCH a long time since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had such an awesome time these past 3 weeks. Not having to worry about waking up on time for rehearsals, or dragging myself out of bed, and then plonking back into bed after an exhausting day's worth of rehearsals. Plus, it feels good to have people pampering you day in, day out. Mama cooked oxtail stew for me during my performance season, and I brought some for Louis.. he enjoyed it SO MUCH. Since we're on the topic of food, the meals I've had have been sooo delicious:) Fried rice, eggplant tempura, french toast, american breakfast, pesto bread, and many more.. I'm not surprised if I've actually grown fatter. hahah. time to hit the gym.. (who am I kidding.. no I better do it now. Joel, I HAVE to go over to use the gym. HAVE TO. If not, you'll have a fat girlfriend. don't want that, right? HHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually met alot of people here during the 3 weeks - mama, mummy, aunty jenny, uncle henry, aunty linda (Joel's aunty), aunty linda (my aunty), aunty wendy, and aunty yvonne who I've met before. So many people in melbourne. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Henry is SUCH a funny guy(now it's evident where Joel got his lameness from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty Yvonne: &lt;/span&gt;....yea we laughed together, cried together, we were such good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunty Jenny: &lt;/span&gt;what did you all cry about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Henry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;spilt milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*EVERYONE bursts out laughing.. and I'm thinking: "OH MY SKY..HAHAHA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and he and aunty jenny look so cute together:) really glad that they're so loving even at their age... It's hard to find couples who still show their affection for each other after so many years of marriage, and it does warm the heart when I see such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, aunty jenny, aunty linda and aunty wendy cook really well:) We had a meal at their rented apartment one of the days, and oh my sky.. SO many dishes. hahahha. and they were all SO yummy:) I SO hope that I'll be able to cook like them next time man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now about my mummy and mama... I miss them SO MUCH. Really glad that they could come over to watch me perform my very first contemp performance:) It was a really interesting experience because it was so different from my concerts with SSCC. You know how in Singapore everyone tells you "You were the best one on stage" or "You looked so much stronger than the others" etc etc (and I think people only say that because they're your friends or family, and not because you REALLY are better than everyone else. They're obliged to say it..[an arrow at someone who actually thought she was the best on stage, well but she got shot down by Taylor and I. so oh well..]) Yea anyway, the first comments I heard from mummy and mama were.."well done!" and then mummy gave me corrections that I could make for my subsequent performances, and they told me who i could watch and who I could look more like. I think such constructive criticisms are SO much better and useful than statements like "you were the best!" because it lets me work on something, and become EVEN better, as opposed to letting my head grow bigger with something that I know isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well apart from the performance, we spent heaps of time exploring Melbourne. Shopping didn't start till mama left though.. hahahha:P I actually spent more time exploring with mummy, because mama afew days after I ended my season. But, I still managed to spend precious time with her:) Mummy, on the other hand, has spent so much time here that I think she could pass of as Aussie (hahah kidding.. she still doesn't go "beda" instead of better, or "eight THirty" HAHA). BUT, I'm glad that she feels comfortable with everyone here.. As Joel would say, aunty jenny and mummy are BFFs. hahah! and I can tell that Davin and Joel feel very comfortable with her too.. AWESOME:) I've got a totally cool mum!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just watching her sleep now, and am wondering if I'm going to miss her when she flies off tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1081202960514014404?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1081202960514014404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1081202960514014404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1081202960514014404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1081202960514014404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1156319894770146700</id><published>2009-11-11T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:15:16.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>opening night today:)&lt;br /&gt;was nervous.. wobbly. but still good nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;mummy and mama's watching tomorrow. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catmandu is kuku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catmandu says:&lt;br /&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt; didn't fall over did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God]   I say..nooooooooo.... says:&lt;br /&gt; nahhh&lt;br /&gt; got quite abused within 30 mins though&lt;br /&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catmandu says:&lt;br /&gt; how come?&lt;br /&gt; abused???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God]   I say..nooooooooo.... says:&lt;br /&gt; my shin smacked into someone's head. that person didn't feel anything.. lol. my shin hurts like mad. there's a big bruise. THAT'S NUMBER 1&lt;br /&gt; 2) someone smacked me in the left side.&lt;br /&gt; 3) someone stepped on my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catmandu says:&lt;br /&gt; holy cow!&lt;br /&gt; is that a showcase or a rugby match?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God]   I say..nooooooooo.... says:&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catmandu says:&lt;br /&gt; how come so all over the place one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God]   I say..nooooooooo.... says:&lt;br /&gt; cos the piece is all about density and mass&lt;br /&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt; it's more like a wrestling match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Catmandu says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;did you say density and mass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; or denseness and mess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; hahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL NICE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1156319894770146700?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1156319894770146700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1156319894770146700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1156319894770146700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1156319894770146700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/11/opening-night-today-was-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5819594117344414348</id><published>2009-11-11T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T11:29:44.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's opening night! how exciting! all those long rehearsals, sore muscles, sweat... all for these 5 performances. I'm so excited to do my very first contemporary performance:) All my life concerts mean ballet. But now, performance means a 30 minute contemporary piece choreographed by Dr Neil Adams. YAY! The more I think about it, the more pumped up I feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SvovjRui6yI/AAAAAAAAAiI/LHAYqeIZxcg/s1600-h/Picture+0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 338px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SvovjRui6yI/AAAAAAAAAiI/LHAYqeIZxcg/s400/Picture+0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402682986084887330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, mummy tied my hair today..she braided both sides of my head, then put it all in a low pony tail. Felt like a small kid again, sitting in a chair while mummy ties my hair.. felt so proud that even though I'm SO grown up and SO much bigger than I was last time, my mum is still willing to pamper me, willing to tie my hair.. It's such a small thing, yet it speaks so much to a person like me.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MUMMY:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5819594117344414348?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5819594117344414348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5819594117344414348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5819594117344414348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5819594117344414348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-opening-night-how-exciting-all.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SvovjRui6yI/AAAAAAAAAiI/LHAYqeIZxcg/s72-c/Picture+0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7596144869180324799</id><published>2009-11-09T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:19:47.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy and mama's here:D&lt;br /&gt;they've been here since 0845 on sunday... and been suffering in this blistering heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE HEAT. SOMEONE SAVE ME PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunty jenny arrived today, and we all had a wonderful dinner at Lounge (we: aunty jenny, mummy, mama, joel, matt, davin and I). Boys had their own table while the 4 ladies sat together.. hahha.. I got to eat lamb cottage pie, fish and chips, and chicken parmigiana because we shared them:D hahaha.. were talking about memory loss, wedding planning, more about memory loss, how to cope with memory loss, was joining mummy in trying to distract aunty jenny from her conversation to see if she could multitask (eh mummy's idea HAHAHA). As you can see, a very mature conversation.. hahahah!!! but it was fun laaa:D it's a nice change to talk to older women.. they're so genuine( not saying that people my age aren't), so.. what do you call it.. so real. hahah. so unafraid of sounding silly:) it's different joking with people my age, and joking with mature women like them.. enjoyed it very very much:D thank you, you 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. so, after dinner we all walked to 445 Elizabeth Street (Lizard breath street [Louis Matthews, 2009]). Then, trammed up to CS Lygon to Joel's (Rui's) place.... caught matt by surprise. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the fun night everyone:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I start at 12pm. YAY! gonna wake up, cook lunch and dinner... then tram to Gasworks. one of the good things about having your mum up here is that she volunteers to massage your foot after a day of tedious dancing:D DOUBLE YAY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mama: &lt;/span&gt;how come you went for a run just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hannah: &lt;/span&gt;HUH?! what run??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mama: &lt;/span&gt;didn't you say you were going for a run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hannah: &lt;/span&gt;OH. I went for a TECHNICAL run. IN THE THEATRE. LOLLLLL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7596144869180324799?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7596144869180324799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7596144869180324799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7596144869180324799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7596144869180324799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/11/mummy-and-mamas-hered-theyve-been-here.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-947409614181884391</id><published>2009-10-30T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:37:01.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rina says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh dear&lt;br /&gt; can trake mc tmorrow?&lt;br /&gt; oh yes no lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yeaaa&lt;br /&gt; but i have marketing..&lt;br /&gt; then i have li's rehearsal. (DAMN IT)&lt;br /&gt; then there's phy's birthday dinner at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rina says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; skip the marketing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then i'll have no food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rina says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ask joel buy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh yaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rina says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; that's what bf os for&lt;br /&gt; *is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Hannah d/o Daddy God] says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt; okie got that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha sorry Joel, mummy's suggestion hahah:P&lt;br /&gt;thanks though:)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9093062-947409614181884391?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/947409614181884391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=947409614181884391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/947409614181884391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/947409614181884391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/10/rina-says-oh-dear-can-trake-mc-tmorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1281807722161143519</id><published>2009-10-18T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:06:12.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need you to show me what to do, and where to go from here. I'm so sick and fed up of thinking about this day in day out, during class, before I go to sleep... it's annoying me, and it's making me unhappy with where I am right now. I know that you've put me here for a purpose, and that nothing is coincidental, that you have a plan for me.. I just can't see it now, and I guess that's where faith comes in. Thing is, I've realised that i don't know how faith works. I pray, but i feel like i'm not getting an answer. I think about it, and it's not doing me any good. I 'leave it to you' and I feel like i'm throwing my  life away. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me be contented with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1281807722161143519?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1281807722161143519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1281807722161143519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1281807722161143519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1281807722161143519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-god-i-really-need-you-to-show-me.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7363290348479026967</id><published>2009-10-11T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:18:49.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ears feel like they're gonna drop off soon. This is probably my 1098139849465 time I'm listening to Schindler's List tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Assignment. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooking chicken rice for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;waiting for joel to finish his dance practice.. then will cook the rest of dinner:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7363290348479026967?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7363290348479026967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7363290348479026967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7363290348479026967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7363290348479026967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ears-feel-like-theyre-gonna-drop-off.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5337656008243898720</id><published>2009-10-08T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T17:26:03.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been.. siggghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I woke up late... Woke up at 8:20am. Was supposed to leave at 8:40am. Managed to make it to school just in time. Thank God music doesn't need warm-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I lost 35 bucks. Well more like, it got stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Shampoo and Conditioner at Coles and the shampoo shop was so expensive.. so still got no conditioner and low on shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I've got NO MORE money in my account. I feel so poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My msn refused to work just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I've got CFI Journal to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Choreography is stressing me out. Especially because my partner thinks there's still so much time left. sigh Aussies.. always so ladida..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5337656008243898720?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5337656008243898720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5337656008243898720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5337656008243898720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5337656008243898720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2427682271707868677</id><published>2009-10-02T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:02:45.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abu's here in Melbourne!! So exciting! we're gonna spend half the day together tomorrow:D Abu wants to get Lord of the Fries, then go to Melbourne Central cos she can't enough of shopping...Then, I'm bringing her for steak night! Davin and Phy won't be around from 7:30 to 9, but hopefully they'll be back in time and my dear Abu will get to meet them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a less exciting note, but still wonderful nonetheless, the weekend is finally here again:) A chance to rest those incredibly sore muscles. Oh a BIG thank you to joeltanruiliang for those awesome massages hahha:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope you're feeling better now... I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2427682271707868677?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2427682271707868677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2427682271707868677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2427682271707868677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2427682271707868677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/10/abus-here-in-melbourne-so-exciting-were.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3865095177760393215</id><published>2009-09-18T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T12:56:13.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had such a WONDERFUL time with Joel yesterday:D We went to Scienceworks in Spotswood for the Star Wars Exhibition. I honestly don't believe that alot of people aren't interested in Star Wars! (ok just trying to prove to myself that I'm not a geek for liking it HAHAH).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, the exhibition was AWESOME:D haha! All the REAL ACTUAL MOVIE costumes and props, whoooo:D I felt like watching Star Wars all over again... Remember how we used to watch it as a family, because daddy liked it, so all of us grew up liking it too:) Had so much fun there looking at all the different characters and space ships and light sabers..AND building an electromagnet car:D hahha. Joel REFUSED to give up. HAHAH. (I on the other hand, threw ALL my physics knowledge out the airplane on my way here. HAHAH. and made many STUPID comments or questions. VJ. yea. sure) HAHA. SO, yea we had fun there with learning how to walk a robot, posing with Master Yoda and getting killed by the Tusken dude, copying the face from the interactive robot face expression game (Joel you looked EXACTLY like the computer. HAHAH), building magnetic cars that go back and forth (LOL JOEL), and most important of all, HOLY SMOKE. :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH we got to do a weather forecast too:D well we went to the Nitty Gritty Super City after that (which is an exhibition for kids aged 3-8). YA. HAHA. laughed like CRAZY. we totally suck as weather reporters HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Joel for all the fun:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3865095177760393215?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3865095177760393215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3865095177760393215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3865095177760393215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3865095177760393215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/09/had-such-wonderful-time-with-joel.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6576440749050163693</id><published>2009-09-15T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:15:24.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With God's help, it's possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, don't kill yourself over it.. I know it's difficult. It's tough for me too.. but don't worry we're all human. That's why we can't possibly do it by our own strengths. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you love me is all I need to know. And, I already know that:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6576440749050163693?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6576440749050163693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6576440749050163693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6576440749050163693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6576440749050163693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-gods-help-its-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2356917351552132756</id><published>2009-09-13T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:25:38.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13.09.2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a special day. :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY! hahahah:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry for the germs! hahah:P Come over and get more Vitamin C. hahah:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2356917351552132756?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2356917351552132756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2356917351552132756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2356917351552132756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2356917351552132756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/09/13.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2583135206442578714</id><published>2009-09-09T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:49:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank God for my boyfriend, and friends who help me along here and there, who pick me up when I feel down in the dumps, who let me know that it wasn't normal to be so self-critical. Thank you Abi and Joel. Thank you mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now it's just a case of consciously telling myself to trust God, trust Him for his providence, trust him when I can't see what's ahead of me. Because whatever happens, God has plans to give me a hope and a future. Personally, I think faith is one of the most difficult things a person could ever do. Well... that's from my point of view. Other people might find it too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see&lt;/span&gt;." -Hebrews 11:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I used to ask myself what that.. Does God REALLY have a plan for me? And is this plan of his a super good plan? What if He doesn't really have something great planned for me, and everything that happens is not predestination, but just chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's very un-christian to think like that, but honestly, haven't you had such a thought? Especially in times when you don't know where you're headed, when everyone around you seems to know what they want, all except you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from this past week, I've learnt that God is a powerful God, and He's a God of hope. He's shown me his awesome-ness through Sunday's Encounter service, through quiet times, through a simple talk with Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's here with me, and He will never forsake me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2583135206442578714?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2583135206442578714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2583135206442578714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2583135206442578714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2583135206442578714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thank-god-for-my-boyfriend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-8194676908358852483</id><published>2009-08-27T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:39:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was telling mummy on msn that I feel like a NORMAL uni student now. I'm sitting on my couch, drinking tea, with my specs on, typing away furiously on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;I sound so deprived. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm getting fed up doing my CFI presentation. I've to analyse the Carlsberg and Mocca commercials, and explain why they're so sticky. Am supposed to be looking at how the music and visuals stick to the mind. But, now I'm analysing why the advertisement is effective.... it's different. Now i'm looking at how they used a good-looking guy at the beginning, that the ad is set in a pub with disco music, that the green dim lights in the pub indicated "carlsberg"... AH see?? i can type sooo many things for this, but if I were to focus on music and visuals, I don't know what to say anymore!! ARGH. JOELLLLLLL.. I sound like you when you were doing your L&amp;amp;M essay. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's choreo lesson was good:) I always love Brett's choreo classes anyway. We had to come up with motiffs, then using that, we edited it accordingly to his instructions. So, for yesterday's task, we had to change the quality of it.. eg, make it smooth, flowy, or staccato, vibratory. We were given the choice also to characterise it. So, I did one that was mimicking an old woman.. shivery movements, limp hands, quivering legs. it was FUN. haha:D Well, I'm glad Brett liked it! hahah.. I guess because mine was one of the 2 characterisations in the whole class. He asked me to "drop into the character" and LOOK like an old lady with Parkinson's disease..&lt;br /&gt;LOL that was the hardest thing ever.. HOW DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT? I didn't know what to do with my face. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so relaxed! so much time today! hahah:D&lt;br /&gt;ok things I have left to do today:&lt;br /&gt;- make honey lemon for boyfriend and myself&lt;br /&gt;- read Musicophilia again&lt;br /&gt;- wash dishes&lt;br /&gt;-bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. right. not much time now I guess HAHAHA. ciao people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-8194676908358852483?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8194676908358852483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=8194676908358852483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8194676908358852483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8194676908358852483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/08/was-telling-mummy-on-msn-that-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-469712023793635667</id><published>2009-08-16T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:16:26.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Day 2009</title><content type='html'>Had Open Day today, so I set my alarm for 7.45am, HOPING to go for conditioning at 9am. BUT, oh well.. my body said no. HAHA. So, I lay there in bed till like 8.15am, then had breakfast, and changed for school. Hooded up, and brisk walked to school because it was raining, and the wind was SO strong - 65km/h. DAMN STRONG.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, made it to school, and well there was a camp-out outside the Dance and Music building.. protests going on to save VCA. Whoever calls my school VCAM, i'm gonna punch the daylights outta them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, had contemp class with brett first. it was really good! because we were split into our X &amp;amp; Y groups, for the first time, we received so much attention during his class. Funny how the crowd built up outside the studio.. We were doing a swinging exercise from right to left then to right again. First swing to the right, i saw 4 ppl outside the Studio window (which is full length by the way), swing left, then when I swung back to the right, I saw like 20 people standing there. ~!@#$% where did all these people come from?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas de deux was cool today.. though i had to share Lemony Louis today! sigghh. haha! OH esther and bee bee were there! so they sat in to watch the beginning of pdd. Pdd was fun as usual, and we did the shoulder lifts again today:) SO FUN. hahah:D After pdd, kathleen and I stayed back to do pirouettes. Did a few triples en pointe! haha. and Anna taught me Kitri's solo from Don Q!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. So, our break was condensed down to only 30 minutes. What type of lunch break is that la! wa biang I only ate 6 crackers, 1 can of tuna, and HALF an orange. ~!@#$%^ had to run off to ballet class after. Did barrework with the tuna still in my tummy. eww. Ballet wasn't too good (it's scary because it's becoming common for me already).&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy was a torture.. was struggling so hard to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Bought metcard with kath and louis after, and we were SO annoyed by that stupid guy at the counter. SOOOO irritating. I wanted to hit his face, and Louis SO wanted to tell him off. Kath just gave him the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, bathed, then got into my pjs, and CRASHED. Well, partially crashed cos I was waiting for a call from a certain someone, and when i was 80% asleep, Joel tan finally calls. LOLLLLL. I fully crash after that, and wake up only at 6.25pm. I'm supposed to meet the gang at 6.45pm at Flinders. Good thing about living beside the station is that you can oversleep, and still be early. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed over to Eureka Tower, WHERE XIAO XI LIVES... (FREAK.. SHE LIVES IN AUSTRALIA'S TALLEST RESIDENTIAL TOWER - 6K per month siaaaaaa), and Charles and her cooked Laksa for us! And chin chow! and we had Apple puffs with cookies and cream ice cream for dessert! THANK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thank you to the boyfriend for walking me back, and keeping me company for awhile.. and sorry if I looked moody before dinner! a hungry man is an angry man la... plus it's worse if he's tired:P I won't frown so much next time. hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-469712023793635667?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/469712023793635667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=469712023793635667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/469712023793635667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/469712023793635667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/08/open-day-2009.html' title='Open Day 2009'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1941677967965604721</id><published>2009-08-08T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:33:36.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I'm not gonna upload photos here because blogger is taking FOREVER to get pictures on.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Joel Tan, I'm so sorry for falling asleep every night HAHAHAH. sorry la.. but it's just too comfortable in your arms laaaaaa:) and today, I could barely keep my eyes open hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right, so 1 august was a special day:) 1 month anniversary.. can't believe how quickly time flies:) Well, actually it's a special day everyday.. every moment spent with you feels special. 1 aug was just an official way to put this awesome friendship and relationship into a timeline:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. thanks for washing my dishes, throwing my rubbish, cooking for me etc. hahah.. so many things I could list.. THANK YOU MY DEAR:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1941677967965604721?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1941677967965604721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1941677967965604721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1941677967965604721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1941677967965604721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-im-not-gonna-upload-photos-here.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1376202293582527846</id><published>2009-07-28T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:57:45.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am SOOOOOO sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hip flexors, quads, adductors, deltoids, scapula, intercostals, gastroc, soleus, tibialis anterior... ALL SO SORE.&lt;br /&gt;siggghhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not going to be able to walk tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1376202293582527846?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1376202293582527846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1376202293582527846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1376202293582527846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1376202293582527846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-soooooo-sore.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6835299503509449306</id><published>2009-07-24T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:39:35.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised I've got a rather significant bruise on my right hip. All thanks to ballet rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... realised too that i've got loads of work to do tonight:&lt;br /&gt;1) Study for anatomy test on monday&lt;br /&gt;2) anatomy homework&lt;br /&gt;3) Food Journal (DONE)&lt;br /&gt;4) Read CFI "Brainworms, Sticky Music &amp;amp; Catchy Tunes"&lt;br /&gt;5) Read Improv handout "Positive Feedback"&lt;br /&gt;6) Read Choreo handout "Abstraction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably won't get them all done by tonight (ok obviously not...). but must make sure i get them done by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm off to wash dishes before I start on my work. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mountain of dishes in my sink, porridge chap on my stove, lunch boxes to wash. HEHEHE. (joel you didn't see that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6835299503509449306?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6835299503509449306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6835299503509449306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6835299503509449306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6835299503509449306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-realised-ive-got-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2413348235117379033</id><published>2009-07-21T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:24:12.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm SO glad that Joel's back:)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last night I finally(after 2 weeks) got to see him (*NOTE to uncle Henry: I gave him a bigger hug this time round!!!) Had dinner, then headed to my place to chill... HAHA. love that word. So yea.. that was my wonderful wonderful night I had with my boyfriend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. so today. I nearly died in class. Didn't have time to eat breakfast, so I just drank half a cup of milk, and left. BAD MOVE. In ballet I was fine, but that drained all my energy. Had nothing left for contemp, and so I was as dead as a rock. Couldn't even concentrate well. SIGH this is VERY BAD, Hannah. Had lunch(beef tortellini from the kafffff) and an unripe pear. LOL. The pear was disgusting. After that scrumptious lunch, we had a 4-hour long rehearsal with Neil Adams. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are now all tight and sore, and standing already makes the muscles tired. Hot pack has been round my thighs, my feet, my calves. LOL. Am gonna take a HOT bath:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just did my food journal for anatomy assignment (due on 3rd AUGUST. SIGGGGHHHH...), and well I realised that for a dancer, I'm eating too little proteins, carbs, and vegetables. Eating more than enough fruits (i ate 6 servings. I only need 2), moderate number of extras(CHOCOLATES. yes I've been using self control), and am slightly low on water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. ya.&lt;br /&gt;i won't change it though. Maybe for the vege part. But protein and carbs..... I don't wanna increase that man. no way.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2413348235117379033?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2413348235117379033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2413348235117379033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2413348235117379033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2413348235117379033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-glad-that-joels-back-anyway-last.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5024180639761619589</id><published>2009-07-19T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:35:19.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>I guess now it's my turn to be sitting here.. waiting for you to get back..&lt;br /&gt;Praying hard that you'll be safe on the plane, that everything will go smoothly, and that you won't miss your family and friends too badly...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is one of the hardest things to do. No contact whatsoever, and it's just trusting God to take care of and protect that person. 8 hours 30 mins more till you touch down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly seriously cannot wait to see you again, and give you that 2-weeks worth of a hug, see your smile again, feel you close to me..&lt;br /&gt;WHY DOES TIME PASS SO SLOWLY. it's only 10:30pm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear God, please keep him safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5024180639761619589?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5024180639761619589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5024180639761619589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5024180639761619589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5024180639761619589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7912078398633931758</id><published>2009-07-17T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:16:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS8xxLW9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/GA8I9LQdcXg/s1600-h/bilby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS8xxLW9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/GA8I9LQdcXg/s400/bilby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445129420299218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of a bilby - an australian animal. Why put this up? Ok I've noticed in recent days, that I've been bombarded with many animals to either describe me, my dancing, or to assist in my dancing. Ok.. first up. My classmates described me saying that I look like a bilby(above). Don't know WHY, but Louis added that I'm a balanced person and, that he could picture me being a mother. LOLLLLL. RIGHT. anyway, yes that's me, the bilby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, the GAZELLE. Nina(ballet teacher) said, and I quote : Doesn't she look like a gazelle when she jumps???&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's a compliment HEHE:) Jump far and high.. not bad:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS8jeFAcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jgbffCBCBQg/s1600-h/gazelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS8jeFAcI/AAAAAAAAAh4/jgbffCBCBQg/s400/gazelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445125582094786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok next.. over here we have baa baa SHEEP! hahah.. 2 incidents that involved these cute fluffy animals.&lt;br /&gt;#1: Neil Adams said:"Curve your upper back, left leg just off the floor. Arms curved, as if...... as if you're hugging a sheep."&lt;br /&gt;and the class goes :"WHAAAATTTTT??!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: For performance, there's a part where we have to whisper.. So without thinking, I started whispering Mary Had A Little Lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS70KHhAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/d54LwzpLq_E/s1600-h/sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS70KHhAI/AAAAAAAAAhw/d54LwzpLq_E/s400/sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445112881906690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below, ladies and gentlemen, we have the possum. Again, I'll have to quote Neil. He was talking about holding the arms, and not relaxing them.&lt;br /&gt;Neil :"Imagine that you have possums underneath your armpits.."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FLAGNOG you want those mutant looking creatures under my armpits?! you must be maddddd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS76yZquI/AAAAAAAAAho/d9MeXTEe9lI/s1600-h/possum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS76yZquI/AAAAAAAAAho/d9MeXTEe9lI/s400/possum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445114661481186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least, we have the cow.. a certain someone calls me a cow, or likens me to a cow...&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you guess who, and why:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS7Uy9sNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Kpq6hci5U70/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS7Uy9sNI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Kpq6hci5U70/s400/cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359445104463294674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's it folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7912078398633931758?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7912078398633931758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7912078398633931758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7912078398633931758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7912078398633931758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-picture-of-bilby-australian.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SmCS8xxLW9I/AAAAAAAAAiA/GA8I9LQdcXg/s72-c/bilby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-291326497745893846</id><published>2009-07-14T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:47:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I HAVE TO POST THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- | | she's JUST not that into you | | - says:&lt;br /&gt; hannah&lt;br /&gt; hav u manage to get the wanderful holy hyme that we sang ?&lt;br /&gt; last sunday ?&lt;br /&gt;[Hannaha Banana Wongster Gong Gong]      hmmm.. says:&lt;br /&gt; OH&lt;br /&gt; okok&lt;br /&gt; hold on&lt;br /&gt;- | | she's JUST not that into you | | - says:&lt;br /&gt; Thou save our heart ?&lt;br /&gt;[Hannaha Banana Wongster Gong Gong]      hmmm.. says:&lt;br /&gt; How Great Thou Art&lt;br /&gt; hahahhahahahhahahhahahhahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest thing is that it SOUNDS THE SAME, and well davin's title DOES MAKE SENSE.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-291326497745893846?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/291326497745893846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=291326497745893846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/291326497745893846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/291326497745893846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-i-have-to-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1397486848743288111</id><published>2009-07-14T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:31:36.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thinking back.. I used to have a nickname on msn that said:&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is the sweetest revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised the irony in this statement. Forgiveness out of revenge is not forgiveness at all.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness means to pardon someone and keep no record of their wrongs. So how can forgiveness be a form of revenge when revenge directly implies that "I remember that you did this to me, I'm gonna get back at you for it". That is SO not forgiveness. I'm never going to use that nick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, I'm so sore from the first 2 days of school. OH DEAR. hamstrings, intercostals, lats, gastroc, soleus, erector spinae, trapezius... in 2 days I managed to get so amny muscles aching. oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis gave me an awesome back massage today.. WOAH it was gooood.. haha. He really dug into the muscles man. SUPER SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, performance today was from 2pm to 5.20pm. Neil Adams was the choreographer. Love the steps and movements, and his concept. Just that, he teaches sooo quickly. SUPER stressful, but once you get the steps, it's not so bad.. Well, we've got 2 sessions per week - one on tues and one on friday. Well, for a 20 min piece, I guess 8 hours of rehearsal per week is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(davin just found out that i have a blog...CHUI LA DAVIN... CHUI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1397486848743288111?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1397486848743288111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1397486848743288111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1397486848743288111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1397486848743288111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-thinking-back.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6100211428195897070</id><published>2009-07-11T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:37:13.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8.5 more days till I see you again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was woken up by the Three dude. Asked me many many stupid questions (and when I say stupid, I mean... REALLY STUPID questions that I didn't know how to answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today went to Vic market with Davin and Chuan. Shared a tray of fish with davin.. so cheap! bought other stuff, then went home. Left again for safeway, then back home AGAIN. Davin came over to cook curry (yuuummmmmm), and we had dinner at my place..over dinner we watched the news, Princess Diaries, and Kindergarten Cop. It was probably interesting.. 2 university students aww-ing at arnold schwarzenegar(how the he..mouse do you spell his name??) kiss his co-star. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and an advertisement for a sale going on at CoatMan caught our attention (especially davin's)..www.coatman.com.au     it's in caufield. How the he...mouse do you get there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been chatting with Joel, and Shannon while watching the shows...&lt;br /&gt;Shannon shannon shannon....thanks for the present:)&lt;br /&gt;Joel, yay yay yay 20th july 7:05am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY JEERO IS BACKKKK!! WOOHOO!!! I MISS HER SO MUCH LAAAA:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6100211428195897070?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6100211428195897070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6100211428195897070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6100211428195897070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6100211428195897070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/8.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-458574094518573215</id><published>2009-07-07T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:34:56.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that I have either accomplished or am in the process of accomplishing my dreams/ambitions that I've writtten on the top left side of my blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Get into a university to do BA in Dance&lt;br /&gt;2)Get Distinction for Advance 1!&lt;br /&gt;3)Do well for A levels?&lt;br /&gt;4)HONOUR GOD. Amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) That's what i'm doing now here in melbourne. Thank God so much for the support from mummy, the finances, and just planning everything so well and nicely timed. The way everything fell into place was amazing.. Laura(wong) reminded me of all the signs that we had seen with reference to Melbourne... Plus, all the paperwork and red tape.. I nearly couldn't go, but by God's grace, I made it just in time.. God's constantly watching over me in melbourne, and I know that this is where he has planned for me to be:) Plus, if I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have met all my wonderful friends and, of course, Joel:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yea this was a big surprise.. 89%.. who gets 89 for A1?! Not saying that in a braggy way... I really didn't expect such a mark. Didn't do anything to deserve such a mark. All in God's planning, such that I had a good mark to impress Jenny Kinder with:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Good" is subjective haha.. I'm sure alot of people wouldn't be satisfied with my marks, but for me, I'm pretty happy with them! Hey I improved tonnes man.. HAHA! Can still remember by J2 mid years marks : S S S E.&lt;br /&gt;SCARY. but hey, with God nothing is impossible! This near-failure JC girl got 3As, 1 C and 1D! God's grace, God's grace. I didn't do anything. By my own strength and brain power, I ought to have got a F F F F. I'm not kidding.. I was THAT BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)this one is still in the present continuous form, because I'm still aiming and trying to honour God in everything I do.. Well TRYING is the key word. I don't succeed all the time, but hey, I'm still learning and growing. God help me to honour you in my life:) AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-458574094518573215?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/458574094518573215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=458574094518573215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/458574094518573215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/458574094518573215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-realised-that-i-have-either.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3004564839881416089</id><published>2009-07-07T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:31:46.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got the biggest shock of my life this morning when I walked into my room. Joel and Davin had decorated my room when I was in Singapore with "WELCOME HOME" decoration! There was a banner hanging right in front of my face when I walked in and on the walls, balloons BLANKETING my carpet floor, loads of chocolates arranged on my bed, photos stuck on the window in a heart-shape.. I was so shocked that I cried la.. Called Joel and was just"wow"-ing away over the phone.. HAHA! He told me to look in the purple box on the bed, and inside were instructions and a thumbdrive:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you 2 for this wonderful surprise!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanster... thank you thank you thank you for all your care and love and zao gu(see i'm not 100% ang moh).. I can't for 20th july!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and your plan's GENIUS:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3004564839881416089?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3004564839881416089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3004564839881416089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3004564839881416089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3004564839881416089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-biggest-shock-of-my-life-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1050170663068054614</id><published>2009-07-04T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:03:35.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Officialism"</title><content type='html'>I quote Phoebe Lim Pei Jun and will call it "Officialism".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird. A good weird, but nonetheless still odd to call a good friend a boyfriend now.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to thank you for being there for me, thank you for being SUCH a gentleman, thank you for supporting me and strengthening me in my walk with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so much more than what I just typed, and I sincerely hope you know that. Super appreciate you for everything you are.&lt;br /&gt;It's a new &amp;amp; exciting journey, and I'm more than elated that it'll be with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recount of history:&lt;br /&gt;Today was a FANTASTIC day! Spent the entire day from breakfast to supper with Joel Tan Rui Liang:) He picked me up in his white honda fit, and we went to bedok for breakfast. Met Ms Ang there! she's still as blur as ever AHAHH! anyway, after breakfast we walked around a little, then Joel bought a HUGE-NORMOUS packet of soya bean. LOL. Car-ed down to video ez to return my overdue The Other Boleyn Girl, then borrowed Bedtime Story..Headed over to The Springfield House 26 to watch the movie, in an airconditioned living room, on SUPER-comfy-adjustable-with-feetrest sofas. Met Div at TM after at 2pm, and 3 of us had Long John Silver for lunch! Bumped into Ben(Adrian Transformer dude's bro, aka shalom BP full time staff) during lunch.. Headed to Expo for Robinsons sale and Adidas Sale.. Joel &amp;amp; I were convincing Div to get the cross earrings. I'm so glad we succeeded AHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Joel's place (I nearly said "Headed back home") to relax, watch TV, slack.. until it was time to go meet Phyllis and her BF, Shawn Samuel Pang. haha! Dinner-chicken rice@Loy Kee at Balestier.. Then, ice cream at Udders.. SO MANY FLAVOURS. hahahah. and Joel had one heck of an alcoholic ice cream man.. HAHAHAHA! Poor thing! but I think i'm the one who went drunk. Not him.. After the 2 couples parted ways, I went MAD.. He can concur to that. HAHA!! Was driving him around in my FOLDABLE Deep Purple Honda Fit...  OH MY... it's the tiramisu-mix durian-mix strawberry-mix snickers. HAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks Joel for being so spontaneous and playing along AHHAHA! You're THE BEST!! AHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for staying up and waiting for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1050170663068054614?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1050170663068054614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1050170663068054614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1050170663068054614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1050170663068054614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/07/officialism.html' title='&quot;Officialism&quot;'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5820543902205485802</id><published>2009-06-24T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:17:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Phoe for brunch today at Simpang.&lt;br /&gt;So glad I did - because:&lt;br /&gt; 1) I miss her! Haven't seen my fellow dance-addict-sister-in-christ for SO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;2) God meant for me to meet her, to tell me things that I needed to hear.. through her. Thank Phoe for being such a huge blessing:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to Singapore, and hearing how my fellow peers have made it into famous dance schools like Rambert (pronounced rom- beh), ENB (English National Ballet), and North Carolina University, it just made me unsatisfied with what I had. Constantly found myself wondering "perhaps I should be studying somewhere else", "maybe life would be better if I had auditioned and got into a dance school in UK", "there would probably be better work options if I had studied in UK or US..VCA seems so lousy now". The more I harboured these thoughts, the more unhappy and envious I got.&lt;br /&gt;But, Phoe reminded me today that God had placed me in Melbourne, in VCA specifically. It may not be the most prestigious school, it may not be a school that someone else would want to go to, but it's the best school that God has chosen for me.&lt;br /&gt;Phoe was just sharing with me about God's calling etc, and it struck me when she said that God gives us talents to edify those around us, and God will keep blesssing us so that we can keep blessing others I know we hear it ALL THE TIME, but only today did it actually knock me on the head like a hammer. I don't know why, but I feel like.. I've just woken up after 1,000,000 million years of sleeping. The sudden realisation that.. HEY I've been so selfish all these years... doing everything just so that I can make myself happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm sorry for my selfish thoughts and motives. I want to bless others with the talents you've given to me..&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5820543902205485802?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5820543902205485802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5820543902205485802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5820543902205485802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5820543902205485802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/met-phoe-for-brunch-today-at-simpang.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-4202800830904976420</id><published>2009-06-20T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:47:17.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43 seconds...</title><content type='html'>I didn't know 43 seconds would make that much a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd just try to cheer you up with a little phone call across borders, and I'm glad it did it's job:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for 27th, 9am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-4202800830904976420?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4202800830904976420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=4202800830904976420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4202800830904976420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4202800830904976420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/43-seconds.html' title='43 seconds...'/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7526746788865942145</id><published>2009-06-16T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:54:07.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore.. I love it so much:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good to pass through the immigration via the special Singaporeans Only thumbprint queue - Go Singapore! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I cleared the temperature check. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, we went home first to dump my luggage at home, and for me to change into shorts and slippers. THEN, we sent Kim home, and went to Newton for supper! (NOTE: we = mummy, gab and I. laura didn't want to supper with me.. HMPH!! she'd rather go supper with someone else. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gab ordered Hokkien mee, chicken wings, and fishball soup. YAY! hahaha.. such a wonderful feast:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanster, thanks for Buttons:) And, I'm looking forward to 27th june! haha.. SOON. very soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i never felt this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would have no inkling of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How precious life can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I never held you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would never have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How at last I'd find in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The missing part of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this world so full of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full of rage and lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can see the truth so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So dry your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm so grateful to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd hve lived my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd be safe but half as real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never knowing I could feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A love so strong and true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so grateful to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd have lived my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought our love would be so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow we'd make the whole world bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all they'd leave us were these wispers in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But still my heart is saying we were right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh if I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no moment I regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If i never felt this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since the moment that we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would have no inkling of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If our time has gone too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How precious life can be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've lived at last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought our love would be so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow we'd make the whole world bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought our love wuold be so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'd turn the darkness into light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And still my heart is saying we were right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I never knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd have lived my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Empty as the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never knowing why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I never knew you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7526746788865942145?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7526746788865942145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7526746788865942145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7526746788865942145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7526746788865942145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3671172905494097128</id><published>2009-06-14T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:22:43.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I reacted so aggressively and fiercely. It's my fault for taking offence at such a trivial matter:) Just want you to know that I'm all right and that this miscommunication thing was just.. dumb. haha. Our friendship is WAY more important to be bearing grudges la. hahah.. I'm so excited to see you on tuesday, and I'm even happier to be talking to you on msn now:) It's been ages since we last chatted huh? AND please don't worry and don't feel guilty.. haha it's just a big communication boo-boo. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Hannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3671172905494097128?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3671172905494097128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3671172905494097128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3671172905494097128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3671172905494097128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-im-sorry-that-i-reacted-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6355286313444371830</id><published>2009-06-13T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:35:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so rejected.&lt;br /&gt;Biasness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I'm staying in Melbourne doesn't guarantee that I have swine flu. Besides, I'm not sneezing and don't have a fever - OBVIOUSLY I don't have that freaking stupid flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6355286313444371830?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6355286313444371830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6355286313444371830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6355286313444371830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6355286313444371830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-rejected.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5868739726128147379</id><published>2009-06-11T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:02:54.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for monday to come! It's gonna be SO exciting that I doubt I'll be able to sleep on sunday night (someone will be happy to know I won't be dozing off HAHA!!!). But yea, SUPER EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and tomorrow's gonna be the last day of school for Sem 1. I can't believe it.. I've been in melbourne studying dance every single day from 27 january till 12 june. WOW. That's about 4.5 months of dancing and 4.5 months of working my muscles till they're dead tired. I'm actually proud of myself:) Till now, i still can't believe that i'm in melbourne doing dance. Like.. yea sure I dreamt of becoming a dancer, I dreamt of going overseas.. BUT dreaming and actually living your dream are 2 COMPLETELY different things. Thank you Daddy God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna Krasnow told me that I probably strained my muscle (adductors to be specific), so I probably won't be doing ballet classes for the first week I'm back.. SORRY GUYS.. will meet you guys though:) We'll see how it goes la.. gonna see Karen(physio) when I get back, so see how la.. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5868739726128147379?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5868739726128147379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5868739726128147379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5868739726128147379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5868739726128147379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-wait-for-monday-to-come-its.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-4375882538029409968</id><published>2009-06-07T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:58:37.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun and interesting:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Davin came to richmond today... Sermon was about Perseverence in relationships and the 5 ways of persevering and sustaining/growing relationships. haha continuation next week on the last point about forgiveness - am looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, Joel, Davin &amp;amp; I went to Ikea! I needed to buy bowls, plate, knives, kiapers(pronouned kee-ah-pers), peeler and a dish strainer. I wonder WHY ON EARTH I would need more bowls and plate. HMMMMMM........*BIG SMILE* yea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, for lunch, Joel had hotdogs, while Davin and I had 20 meatballs each. HAHHAHA. ok fine.. Davin had 17, and I had 19. Joel ate the remaining 4. lol... headed to safeway after Ikea with Joel, and Davin went home to CRASH (or CONCUSS.... as quoted from Davin). He bought stuff for pasta dinner, using aunty jenny's recipe. Headed to my place where he did his essay while I watched Giselle by Aussie Ballet on dvd:) hahah YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at 5.30 he went to cook dinner.. yay tanster! hahaha. I helped to cut the onion and ham, while he painstakingly deboned the chicken meat off the drumsticks, mixed the sour cream into the mushroom, and did everything else.... hahaha. SO, while the chef was at work, I got ready for the Australian Dance Awards 2009! oh.. DINNER WAS GOOD. REALLY. hahaha WELL DONE TANSTER:) oh tanster, am talking to your mummy now.. hahahhahah.. telling her about today's dinner:) HEHEHE:)&lt;br /&gt;so as I was saying, dinner was good! hahah. Tanster, it totally wasn't buang...or however you spell it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I put on make up and got ready to go while tanster sat at home AND WATCHED MASTER CHEF!!!! ah never you win some you lose some:) hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.. musn't forget. a BIG BIG BIG BIG thank you to Joel Tanster Ruirui Giraffe-Mouse for washing the dishes, and cleaning up my table! Well, he tidied up my place while I was at the Dance Awards.. haha THANKS YOUS!&lt;br /&gt;Ok now about the dance awards.. IT WAS AWESOME! hahah. There was this sense of knowing each other even though you don't really know everyone, and I guess it was the knowledge that everyone there had something in common, and that dance was their passion and not just a hobby. It was amazing la..Was telling tanster about the entire thing, and all the funny things that happened. hahah.. too lazy to type them out now, so tanster, u're the only who's heard everything in detail! hahah.. don't you feel so honoured? HEHEHE:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, and it was nice to return home with someone waiting for you.. hahaha. Ate biscuits while I told tanster about the dance awards, and in return he told me about master chef, ABIT about rove, and yea everything that happened from 7:30pm to 11pm. hahaha. Mutual exchange.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, he had to go off earlier though because trams don't run late on sundays. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Joel, as I said, I think it's a good idea for you to move to Flinders. HAHAHAHA. :D *tries to imitate the mousey smile, but probably failed terribly HAHA*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-4375882538029409968?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4375882538029409968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=4375882538029409968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4375882538029409968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4375882538029409968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-fun-and-interesting-joel-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5226515494232629285</id><published>2009-06-06T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:06:29.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from sai gang-ing. haha. year 1s had to usher for the year 2 and 3 performances. So, robbie was my partner. 2 of us handled the audience today! He tore the ticket stubs while I directed them in the theatre. Got to watch the performance for free! yay:)&lt;br /&gt;AND, i'm so glad I watched it. IT WAS AWESOME! OMG i can't believe they're my seniors!!! haha! WOW!!! i CAN'T WAIT FOR PERFORMANCE NEXT SEM!!! THEN WE YEAR1S WILL BE PERFORMING TOOOOOOOO!!!!! haha ok I get so hyper and excited just thinking about it:))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so, right now, I'm actually thinking to myself :"wow I miss jazz.. WOW. i can't believe I'm saying this.."&lt;br /&gt;But I really do miss it! All my routines:) Lose My Breath, the slide on the floor one, Buttons, Broadway, Blur - the emo one, the Michael Jackson song one, the Britney spears one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss these dances! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this week is gonna be fun though, hahah. Ballet everyday, then contemp on thurs! WOOHOO! Janne twice, Robert Ray once, and Neil once. OOH YESS! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;But we've got Safe Dance test, and Production studies test this week. ah sigh.... oh well. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, that means I'll be even nearer to 15 june! YAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5226515494232629285?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5226515494232629285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5226515494232629285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5226515494232629285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5226515494232629285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-came-back-from-sai-gang-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5224257738461771566</id><published>2009-06-02T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:11:14.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SiT4YWPBZaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/TOVOoLspZuM/s1600-h/IMG_3029+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SiT4YWPBZaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/TOVOoLspZuM/s400/IMG_3029+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342668155137385890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ladies fingers with prawn in sambal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIOOOOKKKK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Davin for the recipe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's contemp was really fun:) We learnt how to coordinate body parts HAHA. I felt so spastic man.. haha.. the arms, legs and head had to move at different speeds and in different directions. SUPER SPASTIC. Ended class with a massage.. we had to roll over each other HAHA. like literally plonk ourselves on the other person, and roll up and down them...it felt SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. for CIT, Donna was constantly reminding me to keep my thighs together haha. AND, my adductors hurt SO BADLY today.. haha.. Donna was glad that I was finally working them. I think we're all getting stronger in CIT classes - can really feel the toneness and stamina of the muscles. haha. Thing is, this can't be seen because CIT conditions the deep muscles. So superficial muscles don't look super tone. wasted. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went for a drama performance called Learned Ladies. 2 hours long! omg. It was good though! haha.. everyone took on british accents, the acting was good, singing was good, costumes were fantastic.. only thing.. maybe it was abit too wordy. But still, I would say that it was real good:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a complicated way of calling someone stupid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;On what low plane of intellect are you working on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-Learned Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Learning is capable of making fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Learned Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5224257738461771566?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5224257738461771566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5224257738461771566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5224257738461771566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5224257738461771566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/06/ladies-fingers-with-prawn-in-sambal.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SiT4YWPBZaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/TOVOoLspZuM/s72-c/IMG_3029+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7155997827466329765</id><published>2009-05-31T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:41:22.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK I'M BLOGGING... HAPPY??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. well I've got loads to talk about anyway..&lt;br /&gt;(ok I wanted to post pictures, but STUPID flinders internet REFUSES to allow this.. what the mouse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so no pictures.. TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, exams are FINALLY over! hahaha... rubbing it in for everyone else in Melb U eh? HAHAHHA. But everything went well la.. not optimal performance, but good enough I think=) Oh and I've got back my anatomy results - I did well=) Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, let's talk about.. today.. hahahha. Well today's service was good! haha. Was on duty doing multimedia and words. STRESSSSSS!!! I love working with the mixer.. so fun! hahaha.. ok so I'm glad everything came out on time. I did screw up once or twice here and there, but hopefully no one noticed=P hahah.. Paul and Dave just feedbacked to me later on that my transition from countdown vid to cameras was bit too slow.. HAHA. ooops=P ok Hannah, faster next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message was by Pastor David Doery, about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birth Rights of Being A Child of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) You Know You Are Loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Romans 8:15-16&lt;br /&gt; - Galations 4:6 'Because you are sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, "Abba, Father." '&lt;br /&gt;eg. at birth, the baby doesn't deserve to be loved. In fact, it should be spanked because of all the trouble it caused during the past 9 months. However, once it is born, the parents love the baby UNCONDITIONALLY. The baby didn't earn the love of the parents, but still love was freely given to it. Same with us - we didn't deserve to be loved, but God loves us anyway. We can NEVER earn God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)Peace of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Romans 5:1 "Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ"&lt;br /&gt; - Philippians 4: 6-7&lt;br /&gt; - Isaiah 26:3 "You will keep in perfect peace him whose mind is steadfast, because he trusts in you."&lt;br /&gt; - John 14:27 "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analogy used was "Carols by Candlelight" where a Silent Night video always shows a baby sleeping soundly at the line which says "..sleep in heavenly peace..". This baby did not have to worry about credit card bills, mortgages, teenage kids etc. because the baby was in perfect peace. Likewise, we should rest in the perfect peace of God.&lt;br /&gt;[hannah's thoughts: let God worry about your troubles. Cast your cares upon him=)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 14:17 "For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit," - this is what God wants us to do&lt;br /&gt;- God's joy is "accessed". It is deposited at birth. For eg, babies didn't learn how to laugh - it was already in them to be capable of laughing. We too have the capabilities of feeling joyful.&lt;br /&gt;-How to find joy? PRAISE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)Strength &amp;amp; Power of His Spirit in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-every baby is born with the strength to grow and walk&lt;br /&gt;- Colossians 1:26-27&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 8:9-11 "...Spirit of God lives in you.."&lt;br /&gt;Analogy used: car's turbo engine - tap more power and strength from God.&lt;br /&gt;Something may be too dificult for us to overcome / conquer/ accomplish, but with God ALL things are possible. God will give you the strength &amp;amp; power of the Holy Spirit to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... that's it for the sermon notes I took! hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all right.. so let's talk about the rest of my exciting day..&lt;br /&gt;SO.. after service, my cell grp WALKED to Ying Thai to celebrate Cindy's 21st birthday. By the time we reached, everyone was pretty much dead and hungry except VenXhin. Ordered Pad Thai! hahah. Our cell group is SCANDALOUS. HAHHAHA. super alot of scandals. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;So, after lunch, we (everyone except Cindy and QiFa) all ran for the tram..well at least that's what I think we were running for..&lt;br /&gt;*Nick and Michael are running across the road, with everyone running after them*&lt;br /&gt;Maverick: Hannah, why are you running???&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: *runs while talking* hmm.. I actually don't know..."&lt;br /&gt;*Janice bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;At the tram stop, I got a NICE BIG HUG from mel! hahhahaha! she's so cute la...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so trammed back to CBD, and waited at Bourke for a certain someone.. haha! BUT, there was this RIDICULOUS PROTEST. Indians protesting against racism against them in light of the recent attacks on Indian students. They friggin blocked the whole swanston street!!! Anyway, tanster still made it down, and we trammed to Docklands(after much walking between Collins and Flinders, then back up, in an attempt to reduce our waiting time). Went to Harbourtown first.. haha it's a really cool shopping centre! Walked and looked around, and bought a jumper each! hahahha. he bought a black one, and i bought a dark purple one.. YAY! haha it's SO WARM!&lt;br /&gt;So, after that we went on a treasure hunt to try to find the toilet first. After we completed that task, we went on searching for Fish Bar. Found it, and the search was worth it. hahah. The chips were so nice! so was the fish la, but we both agreed that the chips were G-O-O-D. hahah. After dinner, we walked along NewQuay Promenade to watch the Ignite@Docklands performances.. I forgot the names of the artistes, but the performances were COOL!!! Percussions, light-covered men walking around, and even a shadow puppet show that was SO AWESOME. We talked alot.. hhahha.. over dinner about predestination, and while waiting for the performances.. Tanster, you're turning me into a talker! hahahha=) not bad not bad.. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;We trammed back, and nearly froze into human popsicles while waiting for the tram.. Got on the WARM tram, and headed back to my place, where we had HOT milo hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really thoroughly enjoyed myself today=)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Tanster=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7155997827466329765?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7155997827466329765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7155997827466329765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7155997827466329765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7155997827466329765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2065010699166629421</id><published>2009-05-20T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:10:46.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>break-ups make everything seem so pessimistic now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do relationships always end up this way? When you think something has the potential of working out, it crashes down on you, and you're left with even lesser than what you had at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so unpredictable. The tiniest ripple in the waters can cause the biggest storms in the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that God show me that relationships don't always end up with hatred, anger and disappointment. I've seen too much of that already.. too much for my own good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2065010699166629421?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2065010699166629421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2065010699166629421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2065010699166629421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2065010699166629421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/break-ups-make-everything-seem-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3875657334989158328</id><published>2009-05-09T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:31:24.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so tanster, tell me about MY day=)&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha.. okok don't tell me again..&lt;br /&gt;i'm listening to the story of my life now, as told by tanster. SUPER INTERESTING! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;my bedtime story=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I shall summarise it all into a short paragraph. hahaha. Met the gang for marketing at vic market, then tanster followed me back home so that i could dump my groceries in the fridge and get my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to buy a ticket for Joseph because he's going to Philip Island tomorrow. haha. Trammed up to safeway, then to his place.&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch - chicken soup with rice. TANSTER, WELL DONE. HAHA. IT WAS DELICIOUS! HAHAH. really nice..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we talked until Lois came, and she showed us dvds of her chinese dance.. we were trying to spot her. HAHA.. Joel was really good at it, and i failed terribly! haha! Jacque came over soon after.&lt;br /&gt;Went on the bake brownies after that! hahah.. I so enjoyed licking the remnants of brownie mix HEHE=))) Anyway, the brownie turned out GREAT! haha. SUPER DUPER YUMMY, chewy brownie!... and naturally, we took photos with the brownie hahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4 of us studied after that, and tanster started cooking at about 7+, then the rest of us helped him awhile later.. I did my usual job of marinating the steaks, but this time round, I accidentally dumped a mountain of herbs onto 2 steaks. OOOOPS :p&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.....=)&lt;br /&gt;so yea today's steaks were crispy on the outside, and juicy on the inside. NICE... haha. So dinner was juicy steak accompanied with butter-fried mushrooms, boiled carrots, and mashed potatoes. once again, well done tanster! thanks for cooking today! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this sounds so boring now.. HAHAH. the storytelling going on in the chatbox with tanster is SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING and FUN. hahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah... oko i'll just finish off by saying that I was exploring tanster's music collection on his laptop. ahhah. and what else did we do man? eat the grapefruit that Lois was so nicely dishing out for us... we did alot la..... like TRYING to read my Imagery notes. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MANY MANY CONGRATULATIONS TO DEAR TANSTER FOR GETTING INTO THE HIP HOP ITEM! HAHA. I'M REALLY PROUD OF YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND, also to Lois, I'm really impressed that you're able to catch the ballet steps so quickly! Well done girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Mothers' Day, mummy dear! I love you very much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3875657334989158328?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3875657334989158328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3875657334989158328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3875657334989158328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3875657334989158328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-tanster-tell-me-about-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6696610477948709561</id><published>2009-05-06T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:56:01.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time to lose weight!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh dear.. I've put on 3 kg!!! ____!!! (insert an exclamation of your own choice, because I can't say Ssshhh....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the cow is non-existent from now on. no more cow allowed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;NO SNACKS (try la....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, cell today was really good.. It was just worship and soaking and more worshipping.. no bible study at all. hahah. but it was really good that the whole worship felt so spirit-led.. It's like.. just song after song, and word after word from God. It was quite amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the soaking, I was reminded of a verse.. Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Trust in the LORD with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;    and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in all your ways acknowledge him,&lt;br /&gt;    and he will make your paths straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in a way I felt quite comforted by that... Was asking God questions, and that quite answered me. Not in the way I wanted him to (like a direct YES or NO), but it does say that if I acknowledge him through my every action, word and thought, then he will carry me through life despite difficulties and all. That was a real comfort because it was like an instruction - do this, and you will get that. I'm a person who needs such direct rules to follow, so this was SUPER for me=) Throughout worship, Pammie made alot of calls for people who needed prayer etc, but I was too scared to stand up... All I have to say is that God's been really patient with me tonight. I didn't ask for prayer despite one million offers to pray for people.. And well after a LONG time, Nick said that if it's too embarrassing, we could go to our prayer partners to request for prayer.. After 5 minutes of FURTHER contemplating, I went up to Ven Xhin.. (Hallelujah for a patient God, who gives us MANY MANY chances.. haha). She prayed for me, and it helped alot=) shan't put down what she said la.. might bore people to sleep. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all in all, cell today was AWESOME=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6696610477948709561?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6696610477948709561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6696610477948709561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6696610477948709561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6696610477948709561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-lose-weight-oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3553838911497095536</id><published>2009-05-06T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:24:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED TO BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a silly post. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3553838911497095536?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3553838911497095536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3553838911497095536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3553838911497095536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3553838911497095536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-supposed-to-be-studying.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3584506932425342014</id><published>2009-05-05T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:28:14.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Cheryl Tan and Jowena, and Isabel today for dinner! hahah These 2 really gave me my dosage of singaporeanism for today=) It was nice seeing them, and surprising when the first thing they said to me was :"Hannah! you look like your mummy!". haha I've heard this so many times, but not recently(for obvious reasons). It was nice to hear it again.. brought me back in time to when I would be standing next to my mum smiling when people said such things. hahah.. I still remember the time when mummy and I stood in front of the mirror and tried to identify which part of us were alike... couldn't find anything! OH WELL... hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm still waiting........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3584506932425342014?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3584506932425342014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3584506932425342014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3584506932425342014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3584506932425342014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/met-cheryl-tan-and-jowena-and-isabel.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-8176012457632146425</id><published>2009-05-04T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:34:58.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh...&lt;br /&gt;dear anatomy homework,&lt;br /&gt; why do you have to be so complicated?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mixing up all my agonists and synergists. AAAAAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-8176012457632146425?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8176012457632146425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=8176012457632146425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8176012457632146425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8176012457632146425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7002150076473445595</id><published>2009-05-03T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:38:22.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had such a blast this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queen Vic Market with The Gang (a term used by mummy for this group of people), and then left halfway to meet Sophie, my CFI presentation partner. We went to the Royal Botanic Gardens to do out project! haha. It's quite cool.. Our theme was on Space. So, here's what we did:&lt;br /&gt;I improvised(dance) to music in the space marked out in garden. She then watched me, and improvised(paint) to my dancing in the space of her 4m long canvas. We repeated this 3 times where the canvas was horizontal, vertical, then horizontal but with white ink instead. The end product was WOW. haha. I didn't expect it to look so interesting! haha.. it was real cool=) Terrie Fraser BETTER give us a good mark for this!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i trammed down to safeway to get some stuff, then dropped them at home, had a super express lunch of leftover chicken soup, then dashed off to church at 3pm. Why so early? Ven Xhin was giving me an orientation for joining the Production Team of Richmond (Bridge Church)! It was SO COOL. For almost all my life, I've never been able to do backstage work. I'm always at the forefront, always performing, always never knowing what it was like to be part of the production team. Well I had an interesting first experience - it's very nerve-wrecking! Cueperson, Paul, was giving orders to standby when going live for each section.. The producer, Dave, was giving orders to Paul and the lighting and sound people, it was MAD. hahah. Ven Xhin was just sitting next to me telling me to stay calm hahha!! She just supervised me while I handled worship and altar call. SCARY STUFF. Now I appreciate the efficiency and smoothness of transitions from song lyrics to church news vid, to sermon verse, to everything else. HAHAH. I got warned though for letting my mouse cursor wander onto the main screen=P OOOOPS... Anyway, had a debriefing after that. I received a water bottle! hahah. Production team bottle eh? HAHAH. no la cos there was a box of water there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trammed down to Joel's place for Steak Night! haha.. Lois, Joel, Davin, Phy, Deon. Lois spammed my steak with ALOT ALOT ALOT of pepper HAHAHAH! but it was good=))) hahah and my steak was SO SOFT MAN! hahah.. Credit goes to the chef - Tanster. HAHA! Well done! We then played this game where you sing the lyrics of a random book, but to the tune of a song. Then the rest had to guess what the song was. hahah... it was FUNNY. They took a video of Davin singing away=) HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;We (the gang) went to Planetshakers church today! haha.. I must say, it's so much louder than richmond.. Sermon was interesting. Title was The 7 Senses. Ps Rob was talking about how the 7 senses are used to connect with God in a way.. like seeing visions, hearing the voice of God, smelling the fragrance of the Holy Spirit, being touched by God and laying hands, taste (oh taste and see that the Lord is good.... though I still don't get how we can taste God.), being in balance where being out of balance will result in us falling, and the supernatural sense(which is self-explanatory). yea... As Joel said, it wasn't taking an exegesis. It was taking a theme and pulling verses in to support your sermon. oh well=) Worship after the sermon was good though.. The pastor challenged us to seek God, to hear his voice, be touched and refreshed by God, and just to experience him. It was really really good, but I think it shouldn't be something that i do only when a pastor makes time for it. I should be doing it everyday, seeking him and soaking in his presence every single day..God is omnipresent, so he can be in my room with me every night as I talk to him=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we went to Red Ants for lunch, then headed to DFO!!!!!!!! WOOOHHOOO!!!! hahaha! The guys were looking for trench coats, and the girls.. well I don't really know because I&lt;br /&gt;was with Davin and Joel at first haha.. Looking for guy coats is actually quite alot of fun! hahah...&lt;br /&gt;Well, met the girls, then we went to Max Power.. I bought a pinkish purple checked jacket with a furry hoodie!!! 89 bucks hahah.. not bad for a jacket like that.. Lois bought a checked long coat, Lois bought a black coat, black boots, and..what else did she buy? she bought alot. HAHA. Joel bought a black coat and a scarf! HAHA... Poor thing davin didn't find anything he liked.. We spent SO MUCH TIME THERE. haha... Lois was fussing over Phy, while I helped Joel haha.. That guy ah.. TAKE SO LONG TO DECIDE HAHAHAHAHHA!!!! It's really funny though, watch him deliberate which coat he should get.. LOL. Everyone was giving different opinions so the more opinions he got, the more he couldn't decide HAHA. But i'm glad he chose this black coat with cool button-ish hook-ish thing. HAHA. i don't even know what it's called. But yea.. it looked GOOD. hahah=) and Joel, though I liked the other jacket, I'm glad you chose this one! hahah! At least it's something YOU like=))) and it does look cool.. hahah...=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that shopping is really tiring! I was wiped out when I got home... cooked dinner, talked to people online, and then now I'm blogging. haha. I shall go bathe, then study abit. HEHE. That's my PLAN. what I'm SUPPOSED to do with the rest of the night. We'll see how it goes=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7002150076473445595?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7002150076473445595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7002150076473445595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7002150076473445595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7002150076473445595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-such-blast-this-weekend-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6415422855203733206</id><published>2009-04-26T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:12:53.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went marketing in the morning before church with Joel, Davin, Phyllis, Jacque. Met Chuan and she-who-shall-not-be-named. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to Joel's church - Lygon Street Christian Chapel. I quite enjoyed the service! Beautiful songs (some I knew, some I learnt on the spot) and a solid sermon.&lt;br /&gt;I think the pastor did a very nice exegesis on Colossians 4:2-6.&lt;br /&gt;Ps Melvin Lo spoke about the priority of prayer, priority of evangelism, and the priority of partnership. I'm really lazy to type out ALL the notes I took, so if you REALLY wanna know more about the sermon, I  can email it to you which means I'll SPECIALLY type it out for you...*ahem*mummy I'm not gonna type everything out for you*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yea.. sermon was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Dessert House - food's there GOOD! haha. It was well deserved for braving the icy cold winds and the constant drizzle. Yes, today's tweather was MADLY COLD. I had to wear my winter jacket, and I still felt cold! Joel not bad.. just a jumper.. I'm surprised he didn't turn into a block of ice. HAHA. Davin was nicely bundled up, so was Jacque. Lois as usual in her gray coat. hahha. Phyllis was rather brave too i think! hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to safeway with joel &amp;amp; jacque, where we did grocery shopping. Jacque and I were helping Joel recall his life, and assessing his current situation at home - need fish fingers, need toilet paper, how many bristles left on his toothbrush. And, we all went HIGH on air freshener HAHAHHA!!!!!! Seriously.. we were laughing HYSTERICALLY because we were sniffing all the different air fresheners to see which was the nicest. CRAZY PEOPLE. hahahah. I love my friends=) Well, we finished buying everything we needed to buy, which was ALOT by the way....&lt;br /&gt;Trammed back to CS, and I did my work at joel and matt's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Jacque came over, Lois came, Phyllis, then Davin. hahha. STEAK NIGHT! Watched SYTYCD grand finals. I'm SO disappointed with the results! Talia won.. ewwwww. I so wanted Amy to win. But no... Talia had to steal it from her! SHEESH. Talia the ballerina with the disgusting personality. yucks..&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Queensland Ballet and Aussie Ballet did so well in their performances! hahahah! And during the intervals, I'd run into tanster's room to use his com.. checking out the exchange programmes for dance=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking milo now! hahah. it's 8 degrees right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6415422855203733206?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6415422855203733206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6415422855203733206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6415422855203733206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6415422855203733206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-marketing-in-morning-before-church.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1095613938051073752</id><published>2009-04-22T10:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:20:00.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I skipped CFI lecture today=)&lt;br /&gt;well I woke up, then snoozed but forgot to press my snooze button, so I woke up and it was 9:15am... haha. Lecture was at 9:30am. But, Kath said it was boring, so nothing missed! haha. I'm such a lazy bum=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the start of the new term has resulted in major aches. I can't believe what 1 week's worth of not dancing did to me. My calf muscles hurt like M-A-D.&lt;br /&gt;The hotpack will do the trick la. It's been overused these few days. HAHA. OH WELL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, assessments are approaching, and I'm starting to panic..&lt;br /&gt;1) I couldn't register the contemp exam pieces AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;2) I need to choreograph my Gamut piece... and it's so irritating when you look at everyone else's work, and theirs seems so cool. Then you look at your own, and go "uh........"&lt;br /&gt;3) I feel SO apprehensive about jazz!&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm SO NOT looking forward to contemp and jazz random assessments. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew doing dance could be SO stressful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1095613938051073752?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1095613938051073752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1095613938051073752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1095613938051073752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1095613938051073752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-skipped-cfi-lecture-today-well-i-woke.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-8168399723269594085</id><published>2009-04-16T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:50:06.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I MUST I MUST document this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queen Vic Market to buy veges, and sausages.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: Hi, can I have 3 sausages please?&lt;br /&gt;Sausage Seller: Only 3?! You don't have a boyfriend to share them with??&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: hahah.. nah....&lt;br /&gt;Sausage Seller: Do you want a boyfriend??&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: what? haha no no..&lt;br /&gt;Sausage Seller: I'll bring my own sausages..*SMIRK*&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: ......RIGHT................ *pays for the sausages and QUICKLY walks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told tanster and lois about it when I got to cs lygon. HAHAHHA. oh gosh....&lt;br /&gt;We did work together, and had this discussion about the rapture, and revelations, and the tribulations.. quite cool hahah. These 2 people know their bible REALLY WELL hahahha. I mainly did the listening HAHAH. Time to read up on revelations, Hannah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we talked, then tanster and I headed down to Intersection Cafe to pick up the God-blessed pizza haha! brought them back, and Lois engaged us all (tanster, matt and I - ah davin I said it right!) in a conversation about how space/things can trigger off memories from long time ago. Well, also made us reminisce about past events that never left our memory. I think all of us went emo for awhile hahahha! Everyone going back in time, to the major events that happened in our lives, and the places that bring back those memories.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Davin and Phy arrived, and we started Pizza Night! As usual, LOADS OF LAUGHING. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys for all the fun and laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;OH AND MILLION THANKS TO TANSTER AND MATT FOR SUPERGLUE FOR MY POINTE SHOES, AND ALSO TO TANSTER( again) AND LOIS FOR HELPING ME MASSAGE AND SOFTEN MY POINTE SHOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-8168399723269594085?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8168399723269594085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=8168399723269594085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8168399723269594085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8168399723269594085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-must-i-must-document-this-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2209277084162095476</id><published>2009-04-15T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:18:36.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, I spent my morning in a very domesticated way. I got up, washed dishes, ironed clothes, burned my finger, didn't have the presence of mind to run it under cold water but just to grab it and stare at it, and cooking lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trammed over to Melb Uni to accompany Lois for Beginners Ballet under Flare. After the class, Aileen(the teacher / choreographer / dancer) came up to me and asked me to be in her item. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Lois was laughing away....said :"haha see! sure kenna booked.."&lt;br /&gt;Well, so with no intention of auditioning, Lois and I got casted into a ballet/contemp item. LOL. nice. Now Lois and I can't watch tanster perform during the concert. We'll have to watch him during rehearsals then! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by safeway to pick up some groceries, then headed back to wash up for Ignite. Trammed down to church...Service today was interesting - Guest speaker, Ps James. He gave the bible ref. of Jesus calming the storm, and spent the entire sermon telling us his life testimony.. Not the sermon I had expected, but still, I got afew fantastic points out of it, and shared them with tanster:&lt;br /&gt;1) You can't control a storm, but you can control how you go through it.&lt;br /&gt;2) When you're in a storm, YOU have to take the first step towards Jesus&lt;br /&gt;3) Everyday I live in the grace of God&lt;br /&gt;4) Qtn: Who do you turn to in your storm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone's been in a storm at least once in your life. I know I have. And it took me a long time to realise that I had to cry out to God to rescue me from the storm. I tried dealing with it by myself, and failed miserably. It came to a point when I actually felt comfortable wallowing in self-pity / numbnumb-ville. But Ps James is right.. if you want to get out of the storm, YOU have to decide that you have to do something about it, and that is to reach out and take God's hand. If not, you'll just continue sinking further and deeper. I've realised that it does take a great deal of effort to slap yourself in the face and drag yourself out of numbnumb-ville, but it's worth it when at the end of the day, you learn that God can pull your through anything if you depend on him fully. It's a big step of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to comment, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2209277084162095476?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2209277084162095476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2209277084162095476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2209277084162095476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2209277084162095476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-spent-my-morning-in-very.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-4022965652226273695</id><published>2009-04-14T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:56:22.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I honestly can't believe how totally wiped out I'm feeling right now. Didn't even do anything strenuous. Anyway, this morning I felt so hardworking - I did conditioning first thing when i woke up! wow right? Did CIT, followed by tonnes of crunches, back-ups, sit ups, and AFEW push ups. HAHA. I've got weak arms:) Headed to meet Ven Xhin &amp;amp; Janice at Bourke+Swanst. , then we walked up to J Cafe to eat sushi burger! haha. THEN, we walked down to Lygon to enjoy KOKO BLACK!!!! WOO HOO! Ice Chocolate was FANTASTIC! Let me attempt to describe it. It's amazingly milky chocolate-ish milk, with 2 beautiful scoops of vanilla and super chocolatey ice cream, with chocolate syrup coating the side of the glass. To top it all off, there were chocolate shavings all over the top of the drink. HOW'S THAT. hahah:)&lt;br /&gt;Well, trammed down to matt &amp;amp; joel's place after that to study there.&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne called to tell me that I had earned 300 bucks! yay=))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, tanster &amp;amp; I trammed down to Big W. Laura, Big W doesn't stock your polaroid cam.. Met Lois there, and hence started the whole joke about Hannah and her nuts. *AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;Lois over the phone:" Hannah, I can't find your nuts!"&lt;br /&gt;Hannah in response:" UH.... RIGHT.........."&lt;br /&gt;Joel gives a look that says : WHAT THE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, tanster spends the rest of the night separating Lois &amp;amp; Hannah... for reasons that better left unsaid. HAHA. A little hint would be "honey, do you...." HAHAHAHHA. which was heard wrongly by tanster... was supposed to be HONEYDEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Big W and safeway, we headed down to Collins+Swanst. to meet the rest. So, Davin, Lois, Joel, Matt, Kenrick, Phyllis &amp;amp; I headed to Victoria Gardens to get dinner and watch Monsters vs Aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to rate this show.. haha. Totally loved the animations and effects(which were amazing!), but the storyline was rather no-brainer.As Matt said, it's the typical watch-on-a-weekday-for-cheap-ticket kind of show.. there WERE real funny bits here and there, but they weren't overly hilarious. Oh well, I've learnt a new word: WHAT THE FLAGNOG.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. and my new favourite character is Dr. Cockroach. He's SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;oh and thanks to Joel &amp;amp; Matt for walking me back home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-4022965652226273695?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4022965652226273695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=4022965652226273695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4022965652226273695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4022965652226273695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-honestly-cant-believe-how-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5781203268865859384</id><published>2009-04-13T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:03:31.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SeId_oeYy0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/knJhUsiggms/s1600-h/3355_70297117123_673337123_1682201_3870019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SeId_oeYy0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/knJhUsiggms/s400/3355_70297117123_673337123_1682201_3870019_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323850688539183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SeId_SDtc-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/7vmG4cvSAYs/s1600-h/n787542497_2374895_2217957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SeId_SDtc-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/7vmG4cvSAYs/s400/n787542497_2374895_2217957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323850682521711586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had so much fun so far!!!&lt;br /&gt;Since school ended on thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Well the fun started on Tuesday. AHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So thursday night = potluck&lt;br /&gt;friday = woke up late for church:P joined my cell for lunch at Port Melbourne, then trammed over to Fed Square to meet Tanster, Davin, Lois &amp;amp; Jacque. We explored the Royal Botanical Gardens &amp;amp; Shrine of Remembrance. TOOK SO MANY PHOTOS - all on fb. hahahha. Had subway dinner da bao-ed. Sat outside State Library and ate there=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday = trammed to safeway, got home, met Lois and Tanster for lyrical hip hop class.. haha. danced to If You Leave. super nice hahha.. then LOIS AND I (davin can't "self-owned" me!!!) ran/ trammed down to Melb Uni for Advanced Ballet class. hahhaha. It's actually tough! Italian fouettes en pointe! omg. hahahha. After that, rushed home to get ready for church, then zoomed off to church. Good service! After that headed down to tanster's place for STEAK!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! We started singing songs after dinner, and practically covered the ENTIRE song book! LOL. Left at 12+ hahah. LATE.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = woke up@0630 for GREAT OCEAN ROAD TRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All i can say is that it was SO SO SO SO AWESOME! The best company ever! hahah! Thank you to tanster, Lois, Davin, Chuan and Phyllis for such an amazing time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I absolutely adore these photos! Chuan took them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5781203268865859384?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5781203268865859384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5781203268865859384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5781203268865859384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5781203268865859384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-had-so-much-fun-so-far-since-school.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SeId_oeYy0I/AAAAAAAAAgo/knJhUsiggms/s72-c/3355_70297117123_673337123_1682201_3870019_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1642425411156226779</id><published>2009-04-09T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:56:04.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today classes weren't excellent - basically because my glutes were acting up so so badly... since tuesday, but it's got worse. It's just this sharp pain that shoots across the back and leg. terrible. Not good.. made an appointment to see the physio next next monday when school reopens. argh. I hate injuries. Ballet rep was terrible for me too.... i can't nail the last sequence. ARGH. Nina says I'm too early, and I think I'm anticipating too much. It's like..the more I try to be ontime, the more out of time I get. AAAAHHHH. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah thank God for potluck at Matt &amp;amp; Tanster's place la.. cheered me up loads=) I cooked honey chicken.. I didn't kill anyone! THANK GOD. hahaha. There was SO MUCH FOOD LA. REALLY ALOT. hahaha. OH OH OH... and while having dinner, we were watching DANCE EXPRESSIONS. YES, you didn't see wrongly. A group of 4 girls and 5 guys watched a ballet concert. LOL!!!!!!! Super funny la! hahah! really enjoyed myself there=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, tomorrow I've got Good Friday service @9am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1642425411156226779?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1642425411156226779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1642425411156226779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1642425411156226779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1642425411156226779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-classes-werent-excellent.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5128323964517225331</id><published>2009-04-07T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:26:51.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tightass Tuesday! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Mike Wilmont was SO hilariously funny! 1 hour of non-stop laughing.. gosh my cheeks are aching HAHA! His jokes are good la.. one or 2 reused ones from the gala, but still very funny hahah. His jokes are the type where you can just laugh over and over again though you've heard them ten million times.. yea! Tanster was laughing his head off next to me la. haha! Mike's jokes are.. funny but unrepeatable jokes, especially not to your mother.. or anyone for that matter if you don't wanna ruin your reputation LOL. As tanster said, it's something you definitely won't get in Singapore. It would just be censored down into 1 line. HAHA. The rest of the show would be that annoying "tooooooot......." sound. haha. seriously. hahah! But he was still awesome=) haha. ENJOYED IT!!! WOOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dinner before the show with tanster, Matt, Kenrick &amp;amp; Lois.. at Mekong! hahah. Beef and beef balls=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5128323964517225331?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5128323964517225331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5128323964517225331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5128323964517225331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5128323964517225331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/tightass-tuesday-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-6156071013893176658</id><published>2009-04-06T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:04:31.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK.&lt;br /&gt;I've got back 2 results..&lt;br /&gt;Random Ballet Assessment: 67.5%&lt;br /&gt;I was like...WHAT THE HELL. I've never got 60+ in my life for ballet before. Not even 70+. like..COME ON. Highest was 72% who was Aussie Ballet Alana. haha. Oh well, Nina was explaining to us today that based on Uni marks, 60+ means we have demonstrated sound work. But, alot of us still aren't happy with it. Freaking low. Well, except SOME people that is.. ok i shan't say anything further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, yea. Ballet was a total disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Anatomy: 97%.&lt;br /&gt;now this made me happier. haha=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm gonna be even happier tomorrow after school, because I'll be going to watch Mike Wilmont from the Melbourne International Comedy Festival! Going with tanster and kenrick... and we're having Mekong for dinner! yippee!! haha. so excited=) AND, there's potluck on thurs in place of pizza night.. think I'll cook honey chicken=) and Matt's cooking risotto! and tanster's cooking soup I think.. don't know what the rest are cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jazz and kinesiology this week=) more free time!&lt;br /&gt;Great Ocean Road on sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-6156071013893176658?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/6156071013893176658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=6156071013893176658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6156071013893176658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/6156071013893176658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-8266299897740201856</id><published>2009-03-29T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:13:13.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>p.s. I can hear the F1 cars from my place! hahah.. COOL. And Button's first.. never hear of him before sia. haha. Massa hurry up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke upat 9:30! DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;Church starts at 10:00am.&lt;br /&gt;WHY?? Because my silly phone went into daylight saving ONE WEEK EARLY. Was supposed to meet Mel, Matt, Joel, Davin &amp;amp; Louis at the tram stop..... BUT... hahahha. AND matt thought I overslept la! which technically i did.....but I didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I managed to RUN out of Unilodge at 9:40am. Caught a tram in 3 minutes, and actually reached church 1 minute before service started! HAHA WOW! God must have really wanted me to attend worship. HAHA. Well, worship was really good, and there was a baptism service. haha. quite cool... Pastor David Doery preached on John 2 - Jesus turning water to wine. It was basically how God can use a lack in your life / a disaster / something unpleasant, to show his glory. And that we desperately seek God with ALL OUR HEARTS when we ask something of him. yep....oh also, I never really thought about it that way, but He said that this story isn't just about a miracle. It's showing life without God, and life with God...the difference it makes. COOL SERMON. hahah. oh one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When God asks you to do something, he doesn't want you to consider doing it. He wants you to DO IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Am watching F1 Grand Prix in Melbourne on tv now....reminds me of F1 in Singapore when we ordered pizza, switched on the aircon and sat in front of the tv screaming haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today after service, Joel passed me a battery. Yes, you read correctly... an energiser battery. I was SO curious, and wanted to know IMMEDIATELY what it was for, but Joel kept saying to wait and see.. hahah.. LOL.....the battery was a patience tester.. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i didn't join them for Ikea..went to Red Ants with my cell instead, then headed back home to do my perf. man. assignment. at about 4pm, Joel came by to drop off the meatballs I ordered, and at the same time, he gave me a small clock. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;"so that you won't be late....haha!"&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. (joel would probably go "left." he's such a lamer..)&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ANYWAY! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;clock's in use now... lol.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-8266299897740201856?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/8266299897740201856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=8266299897740201856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8266299897740201856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/8266299897740201856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-woke-upat-930-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1446519884673863630</id><published>2009-03-26T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:06:25.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't wait for june to arrive! though it'll mean my assesments and exams...&lt;br /&gt;STILL seeing my family makes it all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't express in words how badly I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, Gabby and Lorry, I miss the way you guys laugh, joke, make fun of things. Can't forget the time we were celebrating Gab's birthday at Fish&amp;amp;Co...that was SO HILARIOUS....everyone went M-A-D. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1446519884673863630?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1446519884673863630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1446519884673863630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1446519884673863630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1446519884673863630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-wait-for-june-to-arrive-though.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1055725941709446644</id><published>2009-03-14T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:47:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I know I should be sleeping now since it's 12.39am and I've to wake up for church, but my mind's been too active. I need to put some of the words down into soft copy, because I'm too lazy to write it all down. typing's much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind's been really random tonight, thinking about everything under the sun / moon for that matter. Was thinking about how to save money by travelling, how much i'd save if i bought a weekend saver instead of using the 10x2hr metcard, when to buy my groceries since I didn't go today, what to write for my CFI essay, when to eat my chocolate cookie, whether I should buy more milo powder, if my carrots are rotting in the fridge, how on earth I could have changed so much in one month, wishing to some extent I could return to my carefree self, analysing the advantages of doing things, thinking about rent, feeling apprehensive about things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my brain would give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey brain, shut up. let me sleep. pester me tomorrow, just leave me alone tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1055725941709446644?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1055725941709446644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1055725941709446644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1055725941709446644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1055725941709446644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-i-know-i-should-be-sleeping-now.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3083466465174487284</id><published>2009-03-11T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T08:18:53.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, my weekly routine of visiting the Mac room after CFI lecture, where I wait patiently for my tutorial to start in 2 hours time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday, Meredith Blackburn complimented me for provoking the preconceptions of the Hannah Language.... you all know what that means... lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so youtube-starved.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm off to feed my hunger. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3083466465174487284?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3083466465174487284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3083466465174487284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3083466465174487284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3083466465174487284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-again-my-weekly-routine-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5610628268056092450</id><published>2009-03-07T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T09:20:05.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, my room suddenly started shaking... ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought Jesus had either come back, or someone really really really really heavy ran along the corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ths morning, I saw on the news that it was actually a 4.6 Ritcher scale earthquake in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5610628268056092450?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5610628268056092450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5610628268056092450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5610628268056092450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5610628268056092450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-night-my-room-suddenly-started.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1556178574216170464</id><published>2009-03-05T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:57:29.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok apparently I was able to uplaod 5 photos onto facebook using the upstairs coms. Well anyway, yea... that was a gist of my life in melbourne. I'm in leotard and tights from 9am to 6pm everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become really really sore from jazz with barb, and ballet elective with Robert. Think it's more of robert's fault. haha. He made us do this super long sissone exercise, and every single sissone had to be like a grand jete. even sissones to the side had to look like grand jetes. crazy. my inner thigh muscles hurt SO badly because of that. aiyoh. I'm so unfit. haha. But it's good la...cos it makes sissones look so nice now. OH and essembles - the first swish had to reach 90 degrees, before the second leg joined it in the air. OMG. seriously, this dude is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today improv was SO FUN. Briarna Taylor and I ended up as a trio, and we were laughing away! Because our improv was just pure comedy HAHA. The teacher was laughing her head off too=) Briarna &amp;amp; I were just in the comedy mood today la..even Kinesiology lessons, Briarna Beth &amp;amp; I choreo-ed comedy again. LOL  - emu dance. HAHAHHAHA. dancers. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dancing aside, weather's FREEZING COLD. It's been rainy since yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1556178574216170464?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1556178574216170464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1556178574216170464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1556178574216170464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1556178574216170464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-apparently-i-was-able-to-uplaod-5.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5047853979632552345</id><published>2009-03-04T08:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:21:47.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AARGH I can't load photos onto facebook today, because this freaking mac can't read my external harddrive! damn. argh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH i'll just have to do it at home...or....ok I dunno how else. lol. so irritating man. why can't the 2 companies come up with a common set-up so that I can load my photos onto fb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, what's been going on....nothing much. hhha. really. it's just dancing, getting sore muscles, cooking, washing up, sleep. and the cylce continues. THOUGH....today i've got Ignite, so it kinda makes my routine more interesting. haha. (oh Ignite's like XYQ). Anyway, I end class at 7.30pm today, and Ignite starts at 7.30pm, hence leaving me 0 seconds to teleport from Southbank St. Kilda to Richmond. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5047853979632552345?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5047853979632552345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5047853979632552345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5047853979632552345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5047853979632552345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/03/aargh-i-cant-load-photos-onto-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-3718617620780901799</id><published>2009-02-25T08:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T08:38:42.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok I'm bored. in the com lab now waiting for CFI tutorial. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks abi for the photos! hahah!  was like.."WOW!" when I saw the chair jumps. hahah. i'm quite eager to watch the dvd now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok and physio gave me a major muscle massage yesterday, so now my knee is MUCH better. Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-3718617620780901799?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/3718617620780901799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=3718617620780901799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3718617620780901799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/3718617620780901799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/02/ok-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7795150889146846962</id><published>2009-02-16T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:35:58.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok firstly, THANK YOU to my family for sending that BEAUTIFUL vase of purple, pink and white flowers to me on Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;...and no, andrew, i didn't see a guy's face outside my 13th storey apartment window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just wanted to blog about pas de deux today.&lt;br /&gt;Robbie joined in, so we had to rotate partners. yea. SO.....first exercise - supported developpes. He grabbed SO HARD at the pelvic bone! AND IT TICKLED SO BADLY!&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to tahan..probably looked constipated. hahah. finally, i gave in and burst out laughing, just as the music intro started LOL! CMI. But he learns quickly. so his grip now isn't too hard, yet isn't too soft. just nice...GOOD. haha. Oh Kath did the supported sautes with me in the changing room, and my head nearly touched the ceiling. haha. she's STRONG. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i can't cartwheel to save my life. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7795150889146846962?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7795150889146846962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7795150889146846962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7795150889146846962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7795150889146846962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/02/hi-people.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-9174448614349203476</id><published>2009-02-13T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:27:56.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TGIF! Finally my muscles get to rest=)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just finished my 2 super long journal entries..YAY! so now i've got anatomy left and ballet rep to do. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something interesting to share.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we had a VCA School of Dance meeting - all dance staff and students were present. So the meeting dragged on for so long, and halfway through, everyone was getting restless and stiff. So, Jenny Kinder (Head of School Of Dance) gave everyone a break to stretch out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so interesting to watch!&lt;br /&gt;Students got up, cracked their backs, touched their toes, did neck exercises.&lt;br /&gt;The TEACHERS.....Jenny Kinder started doing spinal roll ups and downs..&lt;br /&gt;Meredith Blackburn (contemp teacher) started pulling her knee to her nose - and she did it veyr easily.&lt;br /&gt;Neil Adams (contemp) started doing leg swings and grand battements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so cute la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ms Ho would be happy to know that in class, Beth calls me Hannah Ballerina. and.....everyone knows me as the "ballet girl". HAHHA. oh well....i'm happy to be associated with ballet! Beth was going on and on and on about "wow ballet girl's dong improv??" I wanted to smack her la! but she brought me fruit salad..so i couldn't HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's dinner was D-I-S-G-U-S-T-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely horrid.&lt;br /&gt;It was pasta, with pumpkin, chicken, and chinese cabbage, soya sauce.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. it tasted like...nothing i've ever tasted before. HAHA. I couldn't even pick out one particular flavour from the dish. HAHHAH. But somehow I finished ALL the food. I was either hungry, lazy to pack the rest of the food, or pasta is really fun to eat. lol. but seriously....... I should never go near that combination again. HAHAHA. Recipe for disaster. There was pumpkin everywhere la! cos some dropped out onto the stove..and kitchen top..pumpkin stuck to the frying pan, to my plate, to the table. omg. hahaha. looked like a pumpkin exploded in my kitchen. HAHAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-9174448614349203476?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/9174448614349203476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=9174448614349203476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/9174448614349203476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/9174448614349203476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/02/tgif-finally-my-muscles-get-to-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-5155788521614531295</id><published>2009-02-11T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:44:33.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was all right. Had russian technique for ballet again by Robert Ray, then had jazz class by Barbara. OMG. My first jazz class, and I really freaked out when she taught the first routine. OMG. I couldn't catch the steps la, don't even talk about the head. LOL. Seccond routine was to the song Lose My Breath. that one, not too bad....simpler, so I managed to catch the steps..and felt more confident, so could add in style too. hahah once you know the steps and style, it's REALLY FUN. If not, it's just plain torture. seriously, felt so terrible at first. had 0% confidence in me la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, choreo today was FUN! Brett showed us how to use blockings and patterns to choreo. Then, we did the trust game thing. I was the smallest one in the whole class...so my group was so scared to push the person in the middle to me. HAHA....but the teacher said "Hannah's strong..she's got a strong build, so don't worry..."&lt;br /&gt;I was like...Y-A-Y!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok well Western Australia Academy of Performing Arts, Edith Cowan University, just offered me a place there. LOL. bit late eh? hahahha....too bad I'm already in VCA. LOL! stupid people...take so long to reply. haha! ah either way, I'd still reject them la, so no diff. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-5155788521614531295?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/5155788521614531295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=5155788521614531295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5155788521614531295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/5155788521614531295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-today-was-all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-2900268870053688309</id><published>2009-02-09T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:06:13.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Started off with contemp class - which was SO awesome. haha. was abit of movement choreo session. haha. F-U-N. like we were broken up into groups of 5 then each person had to give a 2-count movement to build up a whole 2 eights of movement choreo. SO FUN LA. hahah. and then the teacher took 2 ppl from another group, and slotted them in between our 2 lines, and it looked like a contemp performance, like...line 1 &amp;amp; 3 doing the same thing, and line 2 doing a diferent choreo. COOL. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then pas de duex was fun also! haha it was almost like a private class, because there were only 2 guys and 2 girls. Kathleen partnered this year 2 guy, and I partnered Louie (ok i dunno how to spell), because I was shorter. HAHA. the height matching was perfect la. like the height distance between the 2 of us, was the same as that of kathleen and yr 2 guy. Did supported standing en pointe, supported developpe en pointe (where i was falling all over), did tipping, supported pose arabesque, jumps, coordinated walking, ba-lan-seh (i dunno how to spell la!). HAHA. SO FUN SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballet was ok, learnt how to do the russian pirouettes. lol. eh.....doesn't really work well for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had perf management after that. SO BORING. lol. it's like this psychology thing....hahha. RIGHT. i've got homework la. damn it. HAHA. but it's an online survey, and I've to print out the results! got no printer. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aching so terribly now.&lt;br /&gt;aaah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-2900268870053688309?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/2900268870053688309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=2900268870053688309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2900268870053688309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/2900268870053688309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-today-was-good-started-off-with.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-4784785387803459624</id><published>2009-02-05T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:04:00.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, mummy and I went to Regent Theatre to watch Wicked, The Broadway Musical! OMG IT WAS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The choreo, the dancing, the singing, the lighting, the set,the costumes, EVERYTHING was excellent and amazingggggggggggg!!!!!!!!! GOSH! It's so much better than anyhting I've ever seen!!!!! ok it's on par with Oliver!, and beats Phantom &amp;amp; Cinderella HANDS DOWN. serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today had orientation, and I felt like a hermit crab. Everyone has their own cliques from their previous schools..felt SO "out-casted". ok nevermind I'm not gonna care about friends anymore. Had enough of feeling left out.&lt;br /&gt;At least I made friends with this Thai girl.&lt;br /&gt;oh and I found a Singporean today. She's doing Film &amp;amp; TV. From Ngee Ann Poly. I felt SO GOOD talking to her la...singlish and all. felt so normal and natural..anyway, told gladys i'll go over to her house to disturb her when i'm bored or lonely, and she said she'll cook! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok anyway, if anyone's wondeing, I chose Ballet as my dance technique elective, and chose my Allied Dance Studies as :&lt;br /&gt;1) Pas De Duex&lt;br /&gt;2) Improvisation (which I'm SO scared of...)&lt;br /&gt;3) Ballet Repertoire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao! gotta vacuum my carpet. it's new!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-4784785387803459624?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/4784785387803459624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=4784785387803459624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4784785387803459624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/4784785387803459624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-mummy-and-i-went-to-regent.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7674416189902520242</id><published>2009-02-02T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:37:05.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY I'VE FINALLY GOT INTERNET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU MUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahha...internet is EXPENSIVE la....hahah...but nevermind..just 6 months, and I'll have wireless broadband in Carlton..I HOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, I cooked dinner today, and NO I didn't get food poisoning. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class today was rather good.. had Body conditioning in the morning before ballet.&lt;br /&gt;Nina took body conditioning...hahah..alot of control stuff instead of those power exercises we do in VJ. Anyway, ballet was GOOD. hahah. This male teacher took us for ballet, and his turn out is so awesome la! haha...old man, but his turn out is 180 degrees easily. omg. hahah. anway, he did russian technique la. Like hands facing down instead of third for pirouettes, and all the crazy head facings that russian barrework has. HAHA. I got SO confused with the head during sautes, that i just ended up bobing my head left and right throughout the whole exercise HAHAHAH. so stupid. LOL. * I did a triple today! heheheh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok I'm off to watch So You Think You Can Dance, Australia now!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7674416189902520242?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7674416189902520242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7674416189902520242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7674416189902520242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7674416189902520242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/02/yay-ive-finally-got-internet-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-1993641833170646267</id><published>2009-01-27T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:43:26.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could REALLY get used to business class.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first course. Appetiser. Lobster/crayfish, cherry tomato, achar, scallop, vermicelli.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964368952267570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LiMqGkzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/2VN7WiGYyaU/s400/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964376896550050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LiqQKtKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/fA7djZ2kG80/s400/IMG_2258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the second course - Main course. Beef Fillet with potato slices, baby tomatoes, carrots, asparagus and herbs. EH this was prepared by some high class french restaurant la! hahah! and the beef was SO tender! It melts in the mouth la OMG.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964378745616482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LixJBOGI/AAAAAAAAAgI/ItNPiAd24ck/s400/IMG_2259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third course - dessert. APPLE CRUMBLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LjeqCpAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nfD5IKU6EZI/s1600-h/IMG_2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964390963717122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LjeqCpAI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/nfD5IKU6EZI/s400/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in my big business class seat, I watched HSM 3. HAHAHAH. Amongst other shows. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LiXcYHfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mJBMwwU5pkE/s1600-h/IMG_2257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295964371847486962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LiXcYHfI/AAAAAAAAAf4/mJBMwwU5pkE/s400/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND FINALLY THE RECLINING CHAIR THAT I OH SO LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295965848178133682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8M4TNCCrI/AAAAAAAAAgY/P66aFsOg0GE/s400/IMG_2264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;p.S. THE MEALS WERE SERVED ON WHITE TABLE CLOTHS, AND THE TRAYS WERE LINED WITH ANOTHER WHITE NAPKIN, AND DRINKS WERE SERVED IN GLASSES. omggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'M SAFE IN MELBOURNE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyce's twin sister, Adelene, picked us up from the airport and drove us over to Aunty SooTze's place. It was a long drive by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the sun here sets at 9pm. HAHA. bit weird la...cos it seems like 6pm, but it's already 8 plus. OH and it's SO FREAKING HOT HERE. It's not like Singapore where it's humid and where the wind is cool. Over here in Melbourne, it's HOT, and the wind is HOT. So overall, it's SUPER HOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, apparently according to Adelene, Flinders isn't too good for my first time here. So Unilodge@ flinders not too safe. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So weird...now it's like...9pm in Singapore, but 12 midnight in melb, and i'm feeling sleepy despite having slept in that comfortable RECLINING seat in the business class. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-1993641833170646267?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/1993641833170646267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=1993641833170646267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1993641833170646267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/1993641833170646267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-could-really-get-used-to-business.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VgRmqD4_Xvc/SX8LiMqGkzI/AAAAAAAAAfw/2VN7WiGYyaU/s72-c/IMG_2256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9093062.post-7941126091359087810</id><published>2009-01-20T17:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:00:04.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My computer is seriously irritating the life outta me.&lt;br /&gt;First it can't open internet explorer. So when I change accounts, it finally opens. GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i can't upload pictures on facebook! AAAAAAAH.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, technology aside, it's exactly a week more till I fly off.. It's weird though - how I don't feel anything. I'm not even excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched Cinderella last friday@ Esplanade. Am not going to comment on Lea salonga's singing, because if it weren't perfect, she wouldn't be lea salonga. haha.&lt;br /&gt;But it started me thinking:&lt;br /&gt;Why do people dream? What's the use of dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;The Cinderella storyline emphasised that "anything is possible", and that your "dreams do come true". But think about it - Cinderella's dream only came true because her fairy godmother intervened. If left by herself, she'd still be a pathetic maid at home, always dreaming of meeting the prince, but never ever being able to. So, what good does dreaming do, if it only makes you more unsatisfied with your current situation? And what's the benefit of dreaming of "Prince Charming" or "Mr. Perfect" to waltz on by, if everyone knows that nobody is perfect? Girls would then be complaining that "oh he's so great BUT....." or "I wish he were ___ instead".&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales do no good at all. And besides, even if someone were near perfect (which would mean that there would be more than one person feeling attracted to this mr/miss awesome, what are the odds that each girl will have their "happily ever after" with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales just make people feel like their life isn't good enough. Well, that's my opinion on such useless stories anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9093062-7941126091359087810?l=hannahballerina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/feeds/7941126091359087810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9093062&amp;postID=7941126091359087810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7941126091359087810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9093062/posts/default/7941126091359087810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hannahballerina.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-computer-is-seriously-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>hannahbanana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15414743478331598663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
