<?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-1493906346450418335</id><updated>2012-01-07T00:17:20.663+08:00</updated><category term='Knowledge IS everything'/><category term='Keeping The Mind Active'/><category term='Desire to Live Life'/><category term='Every Man For Himself'/><category term='25 To Life'/><category term='Significance'/><category term='Found My Weakness'/><category term='Just Live'/><category term='Start'/><category term='Skill Of Getting Over Something'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Breakdown.'/><category term='Up in the hay'/><category term='Indifference'/><category term='One Call Away'/><category term='Last Battle'/><category term='5 november'/><category term='A Long Walk'/><category term='I&apos;m not a competitive person.'/><category term='A White Rose'/><category term='Finally Turning Sixteen'/><title type='text'>Rhythm of my Funk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5618756825415980114</id><published>2011-08-19T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:39:42.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I Want You To Know .</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i've blogged .&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has gotten old, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I believe that truly nobody reads my blog anymore .&lt;br /&gt;And I have an issue that's weighing down my mind ever since the previous night .&lt;br /&gt;That's why I wanna blog about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently .. nah . Yesterday, I was on my way to my old secondary school .&lt;br /&gt;I saw 3 people walking in the opposite direction .&lt;br /&gt;One guy . One Girl, and her female bestie .&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal : The Girl, I used to love her wholeheartedly .&lt;br /&gt;As we got nearer, somehow she went a different path as opposed to her bestie .&lt;br /&gt;That's why I only managed to talk to her bestie, but not the Girl .&lt;br /&gt;I got a message about an hour after, from the Girl .&lt;br /&gt;See, she would never drop me a text .&lt;br /&gt;So when she did, I thought that, " Yea, I could have always expect that from you ."&lt;br /&gt;So what did she say in the text ?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You didn't smile nor look at me .&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were friends .&lt;br /&gt;You could have told me if you wanted us to be strangers .&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it .&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking hard .&lt;br /&gt;I could have just replied her rashly, but I paused to think .&lt;br /&gt;Even if I replied her, I wasn't ready to reply to her subsequent messages .&lt;br /&gt;Because according to my knowledge of her, she would take it as an opportunity to sever friendship ties with me,&lt;br /&gt;once and for all .&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on .. but I wasn't ready to totally break it off with her .&lt;br /&gt;A part of me, a huge part, still wants her badly .&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking .. Even till now, why do I still have this feeling for her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, why do I have feelings for her ?&lt;br /&gt;I accepted that she broke my heart, because when a girl doesn't love you, she doesn't love you .&lt;br /&gt;I can't just wallow in the fact .&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that one sided love is foolish.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm a fool, for having loved a girl for soo long, but not getting the feelings I had for her reciprocated .&lt;br /&gt;So after 2 hours, I finally pressed that button , ' Send ' .&lt;br /&gt;It took me a lot to press that button .&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be sort of .. indifferent .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, we kinda replied each other once every 2 hours or so .&lt;br /&gt;The conversation didn't last long, but every single text that we sent each other were .&lt;br /&gt;She asked me whether I was angry with her .&lt;br /&gt;It stuck me that I really don't know how to answer her .&lt;br /&gt;A simple question yet I struggled to present an answer .&lt;br /&gt;She told me this .&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I know I broke your heart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I know I made you cry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I was heartless for doing all that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;You have every reason to be angry with me, even hate me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I can still feel the sense of guilt whenever I see you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;You don't understand how much it hurts me knowing how much I hurt your feelings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;All the more it makes me feel miserable .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Whenever I read the last letter you gave me, I end up crying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I find myself bitchy in many ways .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I don't know how to make it up to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I have been constantly thinking about you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I have always wondered how you are doing and all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;You have made such a big impact in my life, such that the guilt is killing me from inside .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'm sorry Shahrul .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;It has always been my fault .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Dear Girl,&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen you at fault .&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches terribly, but I have never blamed you for that .&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I took it to my stride and learn from it .&lt;br /&gt;That in the game of love, one can get gravely hurt .&lt;br /&gt;Moody was my mood after that incident, if not sad .&lt;br /&gt;One thing perplexes me .&lt;br /&gt;Even a guy like me can get confused ..&lt;br /&gt;Like you said, I have every reason to hate you and be angry at you .&lt;br /&gt;To not look at you .&lt;br /&gt;To find disgust in a girl who toyed with my feelings .&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, Why do I not feel all those which I mentioned towards you ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just forgiving, or is it that I still love you ?&lt;br /&gt;That was the reason why I told you in my last text to postpone the conversation that we were having at 2 in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I won't suppress my thought and feelings for you, but I just can't bring myself to say it at that moment .&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to .&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ready to have the entire conversation with you .&lt;br /&gt;Why does things strike me all of a sudden ?&lt;br /&gt;Like the time when you left me ..&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever that you were telling me yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to get myself back up when the fact slapped me in the face hard .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, things are somewhat awkward .&lt;br /&gt;But we should put it aside to communicate with each other .&lt;br /&gt;.. That's why I want to make things clear, given this opportunity that God has given me .&lt;br /&gt;That God has given us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that its best to leave certain things unsaid, as they'd be the ones felt greatly .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you a lot of things .&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I did when I wrote that Last Letter to you .&lt;br /&gt;But would it all be worth it ?&lt;br /&gt;Because from the way I see it, you don't love me dear Boo .&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem to love me .&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love someone soo much when the other party doesn't love me .&lt;br /&gt;Am I like a saint ?&lt;br /&gt;Hey listen, I wanna let you know .&lt;br /&gt;Know some things .. which I have been deliberating on whether should you know about it or not .&lt;br /&gt;Would it even make a difference if I tell you about it .&lt;br /&gt;Would it bring us any closer if I let it out in the open .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Boo, I miss you gravely .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need you .&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you .&lt;br /&gt;I've went with other girls ever since, but I can't help thinking about you .&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you, I wonder .&lt;br /&gt;I literally think about you every day .&lt;br /&gt;I did the things I do, because I love you .&lt;br /&gt;Loving you have made me into a more likable character, TO MYSELF .&lt;br /&gt;They say that it hurts to see someone you love with another person .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to assume things, but my body totally felt different when I saw you with that guy .&lt;br /&gt;I ain't saying he's the guy you like or in love with, but I can't help feeling pricked in the heart .&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to love me .&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to want me .&lt;br /&gt;But I don't and I won't force you .&lt;br /&gt;I won't even coerce you .&lt;br /&gt;If I want you to love me, I want you to love me wholeheartedly .&lt;br /&gt;If I want you to be my lady, I want you to love me genuinely .&lt;br /&gt;If I want you to want me, I want you to need me .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your soldier, your friend, your lover .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one you have quarrels with .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to comfort you .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one you run to .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the body that you call Your guy .&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love me, I shall not force it .&lt;br /&gt;I won't control things that I deem shouldn't .&lt;br /&gt;One can't force love .&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it as my own fault for even loving you in the first place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your boyfriend .&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my girlfriend .&lt;br /&gt;I'm always trying to work it out . You know it .&lt;br /&gt;It's just that every single word that i've typed here ... I don't know how to tell it to you .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave again .&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, everything is over .&lt;br /&gt;Really girl, I don't wanna mess this up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, I .. I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling guilty .&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean you love me .&lt;br /&gt;You just want to make it up to me because you've hurt me after everything that i've done for you .&lt;br /&gt;So that you would feel better and get rid of the guilt .&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean you love me .&lt;br /&gt;You constantly think about me, and wonder how I am and all .&lt;br /&gt;The guilt was what that have been making you think about me, because I've made a big impact in your life .&lt;br /&gt;But so what ? It doesn't mean you love me .&lt;br /&gt;You care about me, that's why you feel hurt knowing how much you hurt my feelings .&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't mean you love me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think that at the end of the conversation that we're gonna have ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I would lose you for life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please please please, I don't want that to happen .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I rather be left hanging not knowing whether you still have feelings for me or not,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;than to know that you don't and declare us Over .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;But I don't want you to love me because you feel guilty .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make something out of this opportunity .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5618756825415980114?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5618756825415980114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5618756825415980114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5618756825415980114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5618756825415980114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-i-want-you-to-know_19.html' title='Things That I Want You To Know .'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-955226341128498831</id><published>2011-08-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:18:45.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That I Want You To Know .</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i've blogged .&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has gotten old, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I believe that truly nobody reads my blog anymore .&lt;br /&gt;And I have an issue that's weighing down my mind ever since the previous night .&lt;br /&gt;That's why I wanna blog about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently .. nah . Yesterday, I was on my way to my old secondary school .&lt;br /&gt;I saw 3 people walking in the opposite direction .&lt;br /&gt;One guy . One Girl, and her female bestie .&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal : The Girl, I used to love her wholeheartedly .&lt;br /&gt;As we got nearer, somehow she went a different path as opposed to her bestie .&lt;br /&gt;That's why I only managed to talk to her bestie, but not the Girl .&lt;br /&gt;I got a message about an hour after, from the Girl .&lt;br /&gt;See, she would never drop me a text .&lt;br /&gt;So when she did, I thought that, " Yea, I could have always expect that from you ."&lt;br /&gt;So what did she say in the text ?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You didn't smile nor look at me .&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were friends .&lt;br /&gt;You could have told me if you wanted us to be strangers .&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it .&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking hard .&lt;br /&gt;I could have just replied her rashly, but I paused to think .&lt;br /&gt;Even if I replied her, I wasn't ready to reply to her subsequent messages .&lt;br /&gt;Because according to my knowledge of her, she would take it as an opportunity to sever friendship ties with me,&lt;br /&gt;once and for all .&lt;br /&gt;I've moved on .. but I wasn't ready to totally break it off with her .&lt;br /&gt;A part of me, a huge part, still wants her badly .&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking .. Even till now, why do I still have this feeling for her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, why do I have feelings for her ?&lt;br /&gt;I accepted that she broke my heart, because when a girl doesn't love you, she doesn't love you .&lt;br /&gt;I can't just wallow in the fact .&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that one sided love is foolish.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm a fool, for having loved a girl for soo long, but not getting the feelings I had for her reciprocated .&lt;br /&gt;So after 2 hours, I finally pressed that button , ' Send ' .&lt;br /&gt;It took me a lot to press that button .&lt;br /&gt;I decided to be sort of .. indifferent .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, we kinda replied each other once every 2 hours or so .&lt;br /&gt;The conversation didn't last long, but every single text that we sent each other were .&lt;br /&gt;She asked me whether I was angry with her .&lt;br /&gt;It stuck me that I really don't know how to answer her .&lt;br /&gt;A simple question yet I struggled to present an answer .&lt;br /&gt;She told me this .&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I know I broke your heart .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I know I made you cry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I was heartless for doing all that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;You have every reason to be angry with me, even hate me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I can still feel the sense of guilt whenever I see you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;You don't understand how much it hurts me knowing how much I hurt your feelings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;All the more it makes me feel miserable .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;Whenever I read the last letter you gave me, I end up crying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I find myself bitchy in many ways .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I don't know how to make it up to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I have been constantly thinking about you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I have always wondered how you are doing and all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;You have made such a big impact in my life, such that the guilt is killing me from inside .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'm sorry Shahrul .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;It has always been my fault .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Dear Girl,&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen you at fault .&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches terribly, but I have never blamed you for that .&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I took it to my stride and learn from it .&lt;br /&gt;That in the game of love, one can get gravely hurt .&lt;br /&gt;Moody was my mood after that incident, if not sad .&lt;br /&gt;One thing perplexes me .&lt;br /&gt;Even a guy like me can get confused ..&lt;br /&gt;Like you said, I have every reason to hate you and be angry at you .&lt;br /&gt;To not look at you .&lt;br /&gt;To find disgust in a girl who toyed with my feelings .&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, Why do I not feel all those which I mentioned towards you ?&lt;br /&gt;Am I just forgiving, or is it that I still love you ?&lt;br /&gt;That was the reason why I told you in my last text to postpone the conversation that we were having at 2 in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;I told you that I won't suppress my thought and feelings for you, but I just can't bring myself to say it at that moment .&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to .&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't ready to have the entire conversation with you .&lt;br /&gt;Why does things strike me all of a sudden ?&lt;br /&gt;Like the time when you left me ..&lt;br /&gt;Like whatever that you were telling me yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;I struggled to get myself back up when the fact slapped me in the face hard .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, things are somewhat awkward .&lt;br /&gt;But we should put it aside to communicate with each other .&lt;br /&gt;.. That's why I want to make things clear, given this opportunity that God has given me .&lt;br /&gt;That God has given us .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that its best to leave certain things unsaid, as they'd be the ones felt greatly .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you a lot of things .&lt;br /&gt;Just like how I did when I wrote that Last Letter to you .&lt;br /&gt;But would it all be worth it ?&lt;br /&gt;Because from the way I see it, you don't love me dear Boo .&lt;br /&gt;You don't seem to love me .&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love someone soo much when the other party doesn't love me .&lt;br /&gt;Am I like a saint ?&lt;br /&gt;Hey listen, I wanna let you know .&lt;br /&gt;Know some things .. which I have been deliberating on whether should you know about it or not .&lt;br /&gt;Would it even make a difference if I tell you about it .&lt;br /&gt;Would it bring us any closer if I let it out in the open .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Boo, I miss you gravely .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I need you .&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you .&lt;br /&gt;I've went with other girls ever since, but I can't help thinking about you .&lt;br /&gt;What is it with you, I wonder .&lt;br /&gt;I literally think about you every day .&lt;br /&gt;I did the things I do, because I love you .&lt;br /&gt;Loving you have made me into a more likable character, TO MYSELF .&lt;br /&gt;They say that it hurts to see someone you love with another person .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to assume things, but my body totally felt different when I saw you with that guy .&lt;br /&gt;I ain't saying he's the guy you like or in love with, but I can't help feeling pricked in the heart .&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to love me .&lt;br /&gt;I really want you to want me .&lt;br /&gt;But I don't and I won't force you .&lt;br /&gt;I won't even coerce you .&lt;br /&gt;If I want you to love me, I want you to love me wholeheartedly .&lt;br /&gt;If I want you to be my lady, I want you to love me genuinely .&lt;br /&gt;If I want you to want me, I want you to need me .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your soldier, your friend, your lover .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one you have quarrels with .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one to comfort you .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one you run to .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the body that you call Your guy .&lt;br /&gt;If you don't love me, I shall not force it .&lt;br /&gt;I won't control things that I deem shouldn't .&lt;br /&gt;One can't force love .&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it as my own fault for even loving you in the first place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your boyfriend .&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be my girlfriend .&lt;br /&gt;I'm always trying to work it out . You know it .&lt;br /&gt;It's just that every single word that i've typed here ... I don't know how to tell it to you .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to leave again .&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that if I say something wrong, everything is over .&lt;br /&gt;Really girl, I don't wanna mess this up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-955226341128498831?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/955226341128498831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=955226341128498831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/955226341128498831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/955226341128498831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-that-i-want-you-to-know.html' title='Things That I Want You To Know .'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-4482750309606878772</id><published>2011-06-23T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T00:37:44.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my Goals</title><content type='html'>Okay now, let's get this post started and finished quick .&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Stereo Love by the way .&lt;br /&gt;I like how the chorus sounds .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I want to be success-minded .&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I want to develop a mindset aimed for success .&lt;br /&gt;I want to be good at everything .&lt;br /&gt;I know people say that one can't be good at everything .&lt;br /&gt;But I want to be good at everything .&lt;br /&gt;Let me be ambiguous as for now, it's alright .&lt;br /&gt;I believe that at least having that kind of mindset will get me closer to discovering the multiple talents that i possess .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I want to have a lot of friends of whom I am very close and affectionate with .&lt;br /&gt;I want to see myself being in that position in .. by my 3rd year of polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;Currently, those of whom I already am quite close and affectionate with are:&lt;br /&gt;Jun Jie&lt;br /&gt;Adlina&lt;br /&gt;Faqih&lt;br /&gt;Syahrul&lt;br /&gt;Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Rosyiidah&lt;br /&gt;Filiah&lt;br /&gt;Azila&lt;br /&gt;Muhaimin&lt;br /&gt;Hairi&lt;br /&gt;Shaun Sng&lt;br /&gt;Danial Arun&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, I kinda already have a lot mentioned above .&lt;br /&gt;It's probably won't end if I continue .&lt;br /&gt;So how am I gonna ensure that i'll make close,good, affectionate, loving, fun and caring friends by 2014 ?&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna make more new friends .&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna treat my existing friends with love and give them attention .&lt;br /&gt;I want them to know that they can rely on me for a friend .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, possible .&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna maintain closeness with my friends ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna check on them every other month .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna share stories and my past daily encounters that are interesting .&lt;br /&gt;What else .. what else ..&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to consider now .&lt;br /&gt;For now, that will be how I am gonna make close friends by 2014 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I want to graduate with a Diploma Plus .&lt;br /&gt;With a Diploma Plus, I would be preferred over someone else who only has a diploma when finding a job .&lt;br /&gt;How am I gonna achieve that ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pass every single module that I am and will be taking throughout my course in Polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;I'm am gonna put focus on every single subject that I am and will be taking .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna spend time to study each module for the first time, followed by subsequent times to reinforce my understanding of the topics covered .&lt;br /&gt;What if I face difficulties on certain topics ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna find help to help me overcome that challenge .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna use online reference such as Wikipedia and Google to research about the particular matter .&lt;br /&gt;If still not understood, i'm gonna ask from my friends and classmates .&lt;br /&gt;If still not understood, i'm gonna ask my teacher .&lt;br /&gt;If still not understood, i'll revise over and over again until I get it right .&lt;br /&gt;I will . No doubt about that . My brain is efficient .&lt;br /&gt;I will be competing with a lot of students to attain the Director's List for Diploma Plus .&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to be competitive .&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to be efficient .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna check for updates on Blackboard and Hotmail very often .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do my reports for Biology and Tutorials for Chemistry &amp;amp; Math .&lt;br /&gt;What else .. what else ..&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to consider now .&lt;br /&gt;For now, that will be how I am gonna graduate with a Diploma Plus .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I want to have a nice Masculine Physique .&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of guys flaunting their strength or bigness of their body .&lt;br /&gt;I need strength . I want to be MORE useful .&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking gonna bulk up my body and shape it up clean .&lt;br /&gt;I have started going to the gym regularly .&lt;br /&gt;When school starts, I would only have time to visit the gym on Saturday mornings .. Or is it ?&lt;br /&gt;I end school 'early' on Mondays, Wednesdays (When there are no GMs) and Fridays .&lt;br /&gt;I will have time to go to the gym . Alone .&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not confident enough to go alone . I need assist for some exercises I do .&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna go to the Fitness Corner at Vista Park on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday nights .&lt;br /&gt;The only weights I an find there will be my Own Body Weight . It's okay, that'd still be sufficient .&lt;br /&gt;I just need to do more .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I NEED to DO . Fuck the more, I just need to DO .&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I NEED to be Consistent .&lt;br /&gt;I've researched about the types of muscle fibers .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna aim for Type B2 for every muscle group I train on .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna drink my Protein Shakes consistently .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna eat regularly by cooking eggs and eating with bread if I have no other choice .&lt;br /&gt;I will eat at least 10 eggs a week, 2 per day .&lt;br /&gt;What else .. what else ..&lt;br /&gt;I can't thin of anything else to consider now .&lt;br /&gt;For now, that'd be how I am gonna achieve a more Masculine Physique .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it, fuck fuck fuck .&lt;br /&gt;I want to be good at everything .&lt;br /&gt;I really want that mindset .&lt;br /&gt;I want to achieve .&lt;br /&gt;I really want to achieve .&lt;br /&gt;(By the end of this song, I have already listen to In Da Club repeatedly . Totally sets the mood for this .)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-4482750309606878772?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/4482750309606878772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=4482750309606878772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4482750309606878772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4482750309606878772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/06/these-are-my-goals.html' title='These are my Goals'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2764780604471350392</id><published>2011-06-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:46:28.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times ..</title><content type='html'>Heyyy ... it's been a while .&lt;br /&gt;I've been going through some rough shits of the mind lately .&lt;br /&gt;Teenager . You know .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna blog about it .. probably'd be a good start .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;As I always do ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a 3 days 2 nights camp starting from tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;It'd be the SCL Club's Recruitment Drive Camp .&lt;br /&gt;I've only thought about the meaning of the name now .&lt;br /&gt;Recruitment .. somewhere along the camp, there'd be an interview conducted for everyone .&lt;br /&gt;That is whether to put us in the Sub-Committee or Exco-Committee .&lt;br /&gt;I remember blogging with such gusto that I wanna run the school .&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my chance right here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just missed another camp of mine called A-Team's Back To Basics Camp held for 3 days .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought of skipping the camp initially .&lt;br /&gt;Despite having paid like a fucking $27 .&lt;br /&gt;Kinda stupid .&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I fell sick during that very period .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about me is, I got discouraged .&lt;br /&gt;I want to be part of the fun crowd .&lt;br /&gt;I've taken approaches which i've never tried before, and it all failed .&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should have never spare a thought and stick to the introverts or loners ?&lt;br /&gt;No . Totally clashes with my principles .&lt;br /&gt;Then again .. because of that, I feel miserable .&lt;br /&gt;But i've thought through it .&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't let that stop me from being happy .&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel happy with myself . Only then whatever occurs around the universe won't faze me .&lt;br /&gt;I guess I must believe whatever that I do will lead to something good .&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't, then let me just live life .&lt;br /&gt;The saying goes, Leave everything to God .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've joined Students' Union .&lt;br /&gt;See, just like what i've mentioned a few months ago .&lt;br /&gt;I've applied for a last minute interview to be part of the organizing committee for the National Day Lunch Concert 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;I applied for Program Coordinator .&lt;br /&gt;I got it .&lt;br /&gt;But I rejected the position .&lt;br /&gt;Pretty 'lol??', huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what have been stopping me from doing such things .&lt;br /&gt;I've been given opportunities .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I was ridiculed and humiliated in front of the whole institution during one of my A-Team duties .&lt;br /&gt;That was a fucking bad experience I had .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what problems or any sort of inhibition I have that stops me from having fun and feeling confident and happy .&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have much fun with my classmates, as was back in my secondary school .&lt;br /&gt;- I don't have a lot of friends that want to have fun with me .&lt;br /&gt;- The thought of Boo .&lt;br /&gt;- I'm fucking agitated with people just going 'Okay can' in group discussion .&lt;br /&gt;- I don't feel like a GUY much .&lt;br /&gt;- I not heard .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logical thing to do is to rectify everything on the list, right ?&lt;br /&gt;I know !&lt;br /&gt;But why haven't I been doing that ?! Fuck ah fuck !&lt;br /&gt;I guess I grew too emotional .&lt;br /&gt;I'm taught to not believe horoscopes, but as I recall what I read about 8-9 years ago ..&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Leo . I'm very sensitive .&lt;br /&gt;FUCK . I believed that . FUCK .&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me one thing that totally made me not to believe horoscopes .&lt;br /&gt;"If the horoscope says that you're gonna die tomorrow, are you gonna believe it ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I'm in the position of greatness .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;I haven't realized that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2764780604471350392?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2764780604471350392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2764780604471350392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2764780604471350392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2764780604471350392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/06/times.html' title='The Times ..'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3092449420332410380</id><published>2011-05-19T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T20:23:48.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping To Stare</title><content type='html'>Alright .. It's been a while .&lt;br /&gt;... Here's what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;When they say that one learns something profound and pertinent to oneself every once in a while, they ain't shitting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly have been alright for me .&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been awesome .&lt;br /&gt;But i'll be lying if I say there ain't shit that&amp;nbsp;have been going down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a teenager, i'm bound to have some issues .&lt;br /&gt;Currently, its for me to fit in .&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I don't fit in with the culture of ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't whether to say my class or Polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;I don't share the same characteristics .&lt;br /&gt;I love, listen, write raps .. But nobody else does.&lt;br /&gt;I've written a lot of raps in my life the recent few years that have passed .&lt;br /&gt;I showed them to people .&lt;br /&gt;I showed them to friends .&lt;br /&gt;"It's nice ."&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm asking too much, but that's not what I wanna hear .&lt;br /&gt;So far, hardly anyone knows how to appreciate my works .&lt;br /&gt;I've even asked the wrong crowd to assess my works .. Come on,&lt;br /&gt;what do they know about Rhyme Structure, Wit, Multies and all that in a rap verse ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see myself as a sophisticated guy, with an affluent manner of speech, suave conduct etc ..&lt;br /&gt;But being in my community, hardly anybody gives a shit to all that .&lt;br /&gt;I try very hard not to incorporate all those Singaporean Dialect into the way I wanna say things .&lt;br /&gt;But whereever I go, my environment doesn't allow it .&lt;br /&gt;Till now, i've been reluctant to conform to my environment .&lt;br /&gt;But you know what ? It's not easy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I feel more miserable than I ever was before .&lt;br /&gt;I thought that perhaps a change would be nice, being with people like me .&lt;br /&gt;I ain't saying that everyone else isn't worth my presence, nor am I being cocky .&lt;br /&gt;Because what i'm saying may have a degrading sound to it towards those of whom aren't like me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class .. they are a great bunch of people .&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit .&lt;br /&gt;We help each other out academically .&lt;br /&gt;Like what homework to do,&lt;br /&gt;or the answers to get full marks for quizzes .&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing wrong with them .&lt;br /&gt;It's .. just me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me re-evaluate myself .&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that it's easy for me to make friends .&lt;br /&gt;I was friendly, approachable and everything good to everyone .&lt;br /&gt;That was how I quickly made friends with my classmates .&lt;br /&gt;But after a while ..&lt;br /&gt;That was it .&lt;br /&gt;See, I even got people whom were 'out' to be 'in', or at least closer to the class .&lt;br /&gt;But, I just don't feel that my actions are worth it .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, God knows .&lt;br /&gt;But i'm really sorry to say that it's not enough for me .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how sinful it&amp;nbsp;may be&amp;nbsp;by saying that but hey, You know me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it takes time to find the right friends for you .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have not .. ever since secondary school for that matter !&lt;br /&gt;Homie D and GQ were the ones whom I was closed to, and I could really communicate and hang out with them .&lt;br /&gt;We can talk . I feel comfortable .&lt;br /&gt;But we hardly have time for each other now .&lt;br /&gt;My Npcc mates .. we got along really well last time .&lt;br /&gt;But, time parted us .&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't really do anything about it .&lt;br /&gt;So I learnt to always keep in touch with friends whenever I can before I lose that connection with them, despite remaining as friends .&lt;br /&gt;But I never learn my lesson .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;My emotions always pull me down .&lt;br /&gt;My situation just puts me into a moody, solemn state .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said in my religion that True Happiness is in the Afterlife .&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay .&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean that I can't try to be really happy here in this world .&lt;br /&gt;I fail almost everytime .&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna try again .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, those who are more pious than me would always take comfort with the Afterlife thought .&lt;br /&gt;And they would give answers like," True Happiness is in the Hereafter; All this is temporary ."&lt;br /&gt;Well, it welllllll didn't help me to feel better, not even a bit .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want philosophical answers .&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help me .&lt;br /&gt;All those answers are there to comfort THEM, but not me .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck .&lt;br /&gt;This is something I can't discuss to any Malay friends .&lt;br /&gt;Because most would shunt this and would develop a negative perception of me .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys whom I hang out with after every Friday Prayers ..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we still meet each other after every week .&lt;br /&gt;But I honestly can say that it wouldn't make a difference if i'm not part of the clique .&lt;br /&gt;So another issue has been surfaced: I still feel Insignificant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-Team .&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel more of detached than the opposite .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that ..&lt;br /&gt;That's why till now, even though you people see that I hardly am without friends,&lt;br /&gt;I still say that I need some friends .&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is my pursuit of happiness, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;I.. just don't know what to do .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3092449420332410380?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3092449420332410380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3092449420332410380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3092449420332410380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3092449420332410380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/05/stopping-to-stare.html' title='Stopping To Stare'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-48725557022423332</id><published>2011-05-01T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:24:14.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap: Leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Rap: Leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The holidays are over, my gears have rusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;school have started, and ten years have passed, it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;feels like everything happened so fast, shit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;chills went down my spine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;next thing that I know i'm meeting my brand new peers and classmates !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'm gonna start twenty-eleven with a new drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and I won't often see my old friends anymore when I start my new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and even though we do lose sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;of each other, here's a news bite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I shouldn't be forgetting bout' the ones that I have once knew, right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Spent so much effort on tryna build good rapport that I can cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;like how a torn piece of painting would drive an artist crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I wonder how my future days'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;because the start is always hazy, and that's the reason why my heart feels heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Its just another obstacle to me that God throws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but I got to know that when you got to go, it means that you got to go so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;enough have been said, Life made a statement and it states&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"That was it, mate . Move on because your future, it ain't gon' wait !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;[Ean]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Instrumental used: Right Above It - Lil Wayne ft. Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Verse focus: 3rd .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa, that was it .&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;I'm on, yet another, collaboration with Izzie .&lt;br /&gt;This time, the theme of the rap song is Leaving .&lt;br /&gt;We're still in the process of everything .&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, i've just completed my verse .&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I feel the need for another verse .. but we'll see how it goes first .&lt;br /&gt;Send me a text and don't tell me my verse was good or okay la, you know what i'm saying ?&lt;br /&gt;Because you'd say that to me for every verse that I'd post in the future -.-&lt;br /&gt;Aha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-48725557022423332?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/48725557022423332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=48725557022423332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/48725557022423332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/48725557022423332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/05/rap-leaving.html' title='Rap: Leaving'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2635335448253440514</id><published>2011-04-24T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:39:45.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Week of Polytechnic</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ! It's been almost a month since my last post .&lt;br /&gt;Man, i've been busy .&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging .. Yeaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me start off by typing down my first week of Polytechnic life .. for the record (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa, first week has been great .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Poly Aspect:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are pretty bonded with each other .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there seem to be cliques forming .. D:&lt;br /&gt;And those who remains passive are starting to lose that connection .&lt;br /&gt;I have classmates with great personalities .. but I also have some with weird personae .&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit . Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. i'm the only Malay guy in my class :(&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. there's one female Malay in my class .&lt;br /&gt;So you see, we rely on each other to converse in Malay :D&lt;br /&gt;So for the first semester, i've been appointed as the &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Class Representative for my class, PS1101 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. it was more of like, I volunteered -.- Heh .&lt;br /&gt;That's totally fine with me; I want to develop my leadership skills whereever possible . Yeaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Poly Aspect&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;CCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a CCA Fair names Club Crawl that was held on the 20th-21th of April 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;It was named as such because .. hahaa, i'm sure you can interpret the metaphor .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were a lot of CCAs to choose from .&lt;br /&gt;Ranging from&lt;br /&gt;Sports,&lt;br /&gt;Clubs,&lt;br /&gt;Societies .. etc .&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to join :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Students' Union&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Ambassadorial Team (A-Team)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Emcee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yea technically, i'm already part of the Students' Union upon enrolling into the school .&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, but I figured I should just join .&lt;br /&gt;My purpose of joining those CCAs is to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-Build and expand my social network&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-Forge new bonds with potential friends-for-life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-Cultivate my leadership skills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-Participate in the affairs of the school&lt;/div&gt;.. which ultimately leads to self improvement ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I hope to succeed in those CCAs of which i've mentioned and make the best of my non-academic life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Poly Aspect&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The institution is basically .. huge !&lt;br /&gt;It compromises of many different schools/faculties all over the campus .&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about the canteens ..&lt;br /&gt;The food sold is pretty cheap !&lt;br /&gt;You can find many different kinds of stalls .. bubbletea, waffles, pancakes .. you name it !&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, you can even find MacDonalds there !&lt;br /&gt;I would only intent to purchase food from Mac like, sparingly .&lt;br /&gt;I gotta start saving money .&lt;br /&gt;So basically, i'd most likely be having my lunch at the South Canteen . Find me there yeaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Poly Aspect:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt;Lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, the term 'subject' is called 'module' in Polytechnics .&lt;br /&gt;I have like 7-9 modules ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Human Biology&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cell Biology&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introduction to Clinical Trials&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Introduction to Pharmaceutical Practices&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mathematics for Life Sciences&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scientific Writing &amp;amp; Presentation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Physical &amp;amp; Inorganic Chemistry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Basic Mandarin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Teamwork &amp;amp; Network&lt;/div&gt;So yeaa, that adds up to 9 modules ! And those are for Semester 1 only !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've purchased my very own laptop just yesterday (:&lt;br /&gt;It's great to call your own laptop .."Yea, that's MY laptop."&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa ! :D&lt;br /&gt;Though .. I kinda suck at IT .&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I only knew how to surf the internet . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;But i'm learning more and more of how to handle my laptop slowly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I can't believe that i'm in poly now .&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is different from that of secondary school's .&lt;br /&gt;There are like, soo many people .&lt;br /&gt;Back in secondary school, I used to be able to recognise about 90% of the student population .&lt;br /&gt;Currently in poly, it's more of like 0.9% D: Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Well, slowly Shahrul .. You'll know more people as the days go by ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, i'm the kind of person who doesn't like to lose fond memories ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's why I have the tendency to keep any tangible objects just to be able to relive memories situated with the memento .&lt;br /&gt;.. And that's also the reason why I keep a lot of junks . Hahahaaa .&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's what you call objects that holds &lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sentimental Value&lt;/i&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that I want to relive from my past,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go back to secondary 2 .. back in my prime .&lt;br /&gt;I could have skyrocketed in reputation, build relationships with people of all ages etc .&lt;br /&gt;It was just that I became iffy of myself and fell into the abyss of depression ..&lt;br /&gt;As flowery as that may sound, depression ain't something to be trifled with .&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall into depression if possible .. because the effects lasts longer than what you would be able to take .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to let this out my chess .&lt;br /&gt;I love this girl .&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to finally have such feelings for her .&lt;br /&gt;But when I do, I found out that her heart belongs to someone else .&lt;br /&gt;My god .. I was devastated .&lt;br /&gt;That was the first time I ever felt Heartbroken .&lt;br /&gt;The feeling .. it isn't a pleasant sensation to have .&lt;br /&gt;Your chest ..&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth .. kinda pouted automatically ..&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes .. It was like a waterfall even though I shut my eyes tight .&lt;br /&gt;Like every other relationship-like-love stories, mine was a long one .&lt;br /&gt;... I really yearn for her presence .&lt;br /&gt;But she kinda moved on .. like 4-6 months ahead of me .&lt;br /&gt;So all along, it was a facade .. so to speak, I was being played on !...................... &lt;br /&gt;I was like. ..... the fuck ? Not fair sia .. Hahaaa .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be bitter about it .&lt;br /&gt;So I accepted it relatively quick soon after the day of confession .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I accepted the fact .&lt;br /&gt;But my heart still doesn't acknowledge it fully .&lt;br /&gt;.. Do you know what the remedy is ?&lt;br /&gt;Friends .&lt;br /&gt;Take my experience for it for those experiencing similar instances, alright ? (:&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I wish her all the best in life ^_^ (.. and to your future relationship)&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to focus on mine . I can't dwell on what's gone forever .&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa .. so listen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm gonna find myself a girlfriend . I believe this is the time for relationships .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that sums up what has been on my mind of late .&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time, i've pretty much done most of my To-Dos .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've washed my clothes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've washed my bag .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've washed my shoes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've printed and photocopied necessary documents .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've configured my laptop to a certain extent .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I've collected papers and notes for my juniors but have yet to collate them .&lt;/div&gt;Hmm .. okayyyy . I'm starting to proscrastinate .&lt;br /&gt;I want 8 hours of sleep tonight .. so I gotta sleep now !&lt;br /&gt;I'll update about my life more frequently from now on, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2635335448253440514?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2635335448253440514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2635335448253440514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2635335448253440514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Coward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Would you rather risk your own life for someone else's sake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and stand for what you is think right instead of keeping yourself safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;well I would but I didn't, and I can't deal with the fact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;cause I could have done something but I didn't, fuck, now I feel like a fag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It never should have matter though he was way bigger than you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it shouldn't matter even though he got his head to swell and it blew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;cause if his fists started to talk,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it gave an ominous clue that he wanted you to walk in a fight;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;shouldn't be scared to fight too !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;This rap ain't about being the better guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;it's about not being cowardice, cause the next time that I am, I think I rather die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I need to slap my face like how I would whack a fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;to be a little bit braver if I ever get a second try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fuck it, it makes you mad if you did something you shouldn't have done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;but even more if you didn't do something that you should have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I'll never be that way again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;made me feel like a toot ass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;bravery is a quality that every gentleman should have .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-158868260486545779?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/158868260486545779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=158868260486545779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/158868260486545779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/158868260486545779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/04/rap-coward.html' title='Rap: Coward'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-174322894360183110</id><published>2011-03-30T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T03:03:40.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocab Recap: Z,Y,X,W,V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I want to strengthen my vocab .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;If you still don't understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;then what i'm saying is I don't need to learn complex words to be strong in vocab .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Words starting with Z:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zany - Ludicrously comical / Clownish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zeal - Eager desire/ Passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zealous - Passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zest/ Zesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zinc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zombie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zoonosis - Any disease of animals communicable to humans .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Zygote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Words starting with Y:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yakult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yamaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yearn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yearbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yeoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yeti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yo-yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yodel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yoga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yoghurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yolk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Words starting with X:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;X-ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Xylem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Xylophone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Words starting with W:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wasabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wad -&amp;nbsp;A small mass/ A lump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wade - To make one's way laboriously = To wade through a dull textbook .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wafer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Waggle - Quick, rapid, repetitive motion .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wail - To mourn for / To cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Waive - To put aside/ To dismiss .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wallow - To revel in something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Walnut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Watts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whine - Complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wamble - To move unsteadily/ To feel nausea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wane - Decline in intensity/ Decrease in importance/ To draw to a close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wangle - To contrive to succession .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wrap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Warden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Warehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Warfare - Unrelenting conflict between competitors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Welfare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Warlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Warrior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Washable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Washroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weal - Happiness/ Prosperity = .. throught thick and thin, weal and woe ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wealthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wean - To discourage/ To familiarize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weary - Characterised by fatigue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weave - To introduce something into a connected whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weep - to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wet blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whereabouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wherein - In which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whilst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whirl - To spin around quickly = My head began to whirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whistle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;White-collars - Office workers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whiten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Width&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Willpower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wither - Wilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wince - Flinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wishful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wistful - Basically, sad / Characterised by melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Withdraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Woe - Grevious Distress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Womb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Worthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Words starting with V:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Venereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;To be continued .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-174322894360183110?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/174322894360183110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=174322894360183110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/174322894360183110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/174322894360183110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/vocab-recap-zyxwv.html' title='Vocab Recap: Z,Y,X,W,V'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3416033050133877346</id><published>2011-03-25T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T18:49:21.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25 To Life'/><title type='text'>(: Day 25: Unveiling My Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It has come to an end .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeaa (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unveiling My Presence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright !&lt;br /&gt;I feel better now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I've soul searched myself deep and thoroughly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be a damn good person, but i'll be a better person .&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have understood&amp;nbsp;myself way better than I have ever did .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sure of myself now .. Steady .&lt;br /&gt;I feel .. confident ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what you want gives you a sense of direction in life .&lt;br /&gt;See, it only gives you a sense of direction .&lt;br /&gt;Sense .&lt;br /&gt;But this is life; &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Anything will happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I want ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanna build altruistic relationships with people .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wanna build relationships with people that last .&lt;br /&gt;I've already lost so many people from my life .. of which i've been trying to wade into re-establishing rapport with them .&lt;br /&gt;I can only put in so much effort though, because it takes two hands to clap .&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole bunch of friends who doesn't seem pleased to see, talk, facebook message or even text message me .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa, it's disheartening .&lt;br /&gt;They shouldn't even be called 'Friends' for that matter !&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. it's okay . I'll be there for them if they need me ;)&lt;br /&gt;(The reason why I say that is because I know none of them will ever do so and approach me .. hahaha !)&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have a future ahead of me .&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't let such people pull my spirits down .&lt;br /&gt;The world is fucking vast !&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of love, and i'm all ready to give them out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Take my hand, for a touch turns strangers to friends (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic love .&lt;br /&gt;I've been eyeing this girl for like over a year already .&lt;br /&gt;She gave me hopes .&lt;br /&gt;She crushed my hopes .&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm confused .&lt;br /&gt;Does she likes me or not ?&lt;br /&gt;Because at this point of time, i'm fucking sure I love her .&lt;br /&gt;Even though she hardly has time for me, i'll wait for the day whereby she will be free to meet me .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her how I feel about her .&lt;br /&gt;Hold her hand ..&lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes ..&lt;br /&gt;With a heart oh-so sincere .&lt;br /&gt;I need to know how she feels about me too .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a one-sided love story .. hahaa, shit ain't never gonna work that way . I'm just being realistic .&lt;br /&gt;So if she feels the same way towards me too, I hope we could be in a relationship .&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise .. I'll find someone else .&lt;br /&gt;I really need to know, because we've been hanging for so long now . I can't live like that .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i'd be disheartened if she doesn't want to be in a romantic relationship with me ..&lt;br /&gt;But that'd be alright . At least I will be able to finally move on .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, girl . I'll be moving on .&lt;br /&gt;Then, you might&amp;nbsp;disappear from my life . You don't seem interested to be friends with me in the first place .&lt;br /&gt;I love you . That's the reason why i've been keeping myself single and trying to make things happen between us and constantly&amp;nbsp;work something out . &lt;br /&gt;You just love to think negatively regarding most things between us, huh ? Haiyo . Hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dissing or degrading you, so don't think otherwise .&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing out, and I know when to quit .&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you'll perhaps treat me At Least&amp;nbsp;more like a friend in the future .. Remember, you have a place in my heart .&lt;br /&gt;You know how i'd reciprocate, dear girl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can't give you anything you'd want .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm no Justin Bieber .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorry .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can only give you Shahrul Andean (: "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment onwards, Life will be different .&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa, can't believe it now that in about 2-3 weeks from now,&lt;br /&gt;i'll start my Polytechnic education .&lt;br /&gt;I feel nervous .&lt;br /&gt;I feel excited .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel !&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;I feel rejuvenated now . I feel the energy surging through my body .&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do one thing that I regretted not doing for my last year of Secondary school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not making the best out of my final year ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, only I know . Hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Polytechnic will be the last time i'll have those classmates people before I serve National Service .&lt;br /&gt;Lets go, Shahrul ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms on meeting people, I feel more confident to talk to them .&lt;br /&gt;I've accustomised myself into speaking fluent and good English coherently with proper articulation and enunciation .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's a learning process for me .&lt;br /&gt;But i'm resolute in my belief that I will be able to inculcate such a manner of communicating naturally .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i've learnt to speak 'different languages to different groups of people' .. if you know what I mean .&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaa !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of looks, I believe i've become more handsome .&lt;br /&gt;I'v learnt how to smile (:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spread joy, and smiling is just a part of the plan .&lt;br /&gt;I love my style and choice of clothings .&lt;br /&gt;Long sleeved .. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Forget stereotypes or fashions; I've got my own style ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, there are only so many types of apparels in this world . I can always be stereotyped to a specific fashion sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an empathetic person .&lt;br /&gt;I can easily connect with anyone .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the other party must allow me to feel them .&lt;br /&gt;Already there are many Seemingly apathetic souls who just doesn't want any offerings from people like me ..&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, they just don't like me or are not comfortable with me .&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, too bad for them . &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I will be slightly affected by people's judgements of me .&lt;br /&gt;Like for instance, one of the most common one:&lt;br /&gt;I'm just confident, but people perceive me as arrogant .&lt;br /&gt;What the fuckkkkk, there's no way to please people .&lt;br /&gt;But fuck them, it ain't about pleasing everybody .&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I procrastinate .&lt;br /&gt;I know I still will in the future .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;But I won't wait as long .&lt;br /&gt;I will make my own opportunities .&lt;br /&gt;It finally bears meaning to me now .&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;25 days worth of life ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is my &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;25 To Life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a longer post if I were to continue ..&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll cease the typing here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;I'm a better person now .&lt;br /&gt;But i'll always strive to be an even better person in the years to come (:&lt;br /&gt;One important quality I need to&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt; always possess&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt; Humbleness and Modesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, those are two qualities .&lt;br /&gt;But they're similar in context .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayyy !&lt;br /&gt;This blog will no more be private .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allow me to make this place a better place to live in (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3416033050133877346?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3416033050133877346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3416033050133877346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3416033050133877346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3416033050133877346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-25-unveiling-my-presence.html' title='(: Day 25: Unveiling My Presence'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5579783536266377658</id><published>2011-03-24T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:25:26.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: Day 24: Spontaneity</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I'm rhyming on a cypher beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;the beat is too fast which makes me tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;so I think I have to have a seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;It's a pretty simple beat, kept being repeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;But the flow of the beat's wicked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;something like this is what i've always needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;to regenerate my brain, because my brain is like a leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;and this leaf of mine has partially withered .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I'm feeling so sick now, i'm really feeling ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;and i'm mean the fever and sore throats, you know the deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;it a terrible experience, you know how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;you're sweating like a pig, but you're always getting chills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I rapped all that within less than half a minute at least, before typing them down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Spontaneity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the topic right there .&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lets get this post started .&lt;br /&gt;To be able to think on your feet .&lt;br /&gt;To be able to conjure up excuses when required .&lt;br /&gt;To be able to play along when hinted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know whether it's an innate ability or just a random&amp;nbsp;trait .&lt;br /&gt;But what's random, right ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'd know how to train this trait of mine .&lt;br /&gt;I used to be great at it .&lt;br /&gt;Now .. I want to strive to be better at it .&lt;br /&gt;So one might ask me why I like to rap .&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneity in activities is something that I like to soak my head into .&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what you can deliver or say while rapping .&lt;br /&gt;And it's really quite fast-paced, so it always tickles my mind when I rap .&lt;br /&gt;More specifically, freestyle rap .&lt;br /&gt;Usually, I would have the mental blocks .&lt;br /&gt;You know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love surprises .&lt;br /&gt;Its the colour to their dull lives .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some don't like the idea because of fear of humiliation .&lt;br /&gt;Or 'My planned life gets out of place' .&lt;br /&gt;I like surprises, but those of which could be respected .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the highlight of this post: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Spontaneity adds livelihood . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let me get back to where I left .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I know i'm feeling sick and I should take some medication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;if I deteriorate, i'd end up being a patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;in a hospital with all those sick people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;you won't know where you'd end up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;so i guess life's a riddle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;or a really big question mark in the front of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;it's a common sight to see, i've been seeing a lot of the sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;wherever I went to, whatever I did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I felt that the principles i had with me had never been mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Okay, change topic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;i'm kinda getting slower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;so now i'm pretty off-beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;tryna think of rhymes while rapping on this hot piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;of instrumental, but it's too fast for me, aww shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough, lets move on .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5579783536266377658?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5579783536266377658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5579783536266377658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5579783536266377658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5579783536266377658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-24-spontaneity.html' title='(: Day 24: Spontaneity'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-505917398205490281</id><published>2011-03-23T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:11:50.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: Day 23: Consistency</title><content type='html'>Ahaa hahaha !&lt;br /&gt;This is like one of the most important peculiarities that surrounds me ever since .. forever !&lt;br /&gt;I need to cultivate this into one of my idiosyncrasies .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Consistency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Yea, it simply means doing or maintaining something for a given or prolonged period of time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i've caught up with the dictionary .&lt;br /&gt;Let me see what words I can conjure at the top of my head, in alphabetical order and as much as possible .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not common ones .&lt;br /&gt;A: Alien Apek (LOL -.-, kay seriously ..) Apathy Anatomy Analyse ..&lt;br /&gt;B: Bollywood Beseech Brevity Bipolar ..&lt;br /&gt;C: Conform Cartel Cipher Capitulate..&lt;br /&gt;D: Desigual Disposition Disparity Digress..&lt;br /&gt;E: Entity Encompass Exude Exuberance Earnest Epitome ..&lt;br /&gt;F: Freckles Fraternal ..&lt;br /&gt;G: G2000 Giraffe Gilette ..&lt;br /&gt;H: Hallux ..&lt;br /&gt;I: Indecency Illuminate Innate Intelligible Idiosyncrasy Imbursement&amp;nbsp;..&lt;br /&gt;J: Japan Jack&lt;br /&gt;K: Kellogs &lt;br /&gt;L: L ..&lt;br /&gt;M: Millenia Malfunction Mellow Melodramatic Malady Masticate&lt;br /&gt;N: Nasal Nauseating ..&lt;br /&gt;O: Opal Originating Oriented ..&lt;br /&gt;P: Parasite Paranormal Parallel Perpetual Petulant Psyched..&lt;br /&gt;Q: ??? ...&lt;br /&gt;R: Retire Residence Rarity Rancid Reposte Repartee Regurgitate ..&lt;br /&gt;S:Solace Solidarity Soliciting Solemn Soliloquy Shagged ..&lt;br /&gt;T: Tarnish Tamper Territory ..&lt;br /&gt;U: Universal Unique Unanimous ..&lt;br /&gt;V: Vulture Vulcan Vulva Vice Voracity ..&lt;br /&gt;W: ??&lt;br /&gt;X: ??&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yearn ..&lt;br /&gt;Z: Zest Zone ..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, my vocabulary suck -.-&lt;br /&gt;Suck to the max ! or .. (something) beyond redemption .&lt;br /&gt;I've learn soo many freaking uncommon words, yet these are all that I could conjure ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson: Inconsistency leads to deterioration pertaining to linguistics .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one aspect of today's topic .&lt;br /&gt;Lets venture further .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(Sees each other a few times a week .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey ! How are you brother !&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hey ! Walao wei, today got training . tough sia ! can die wor !&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really ?! Why are you not dead yet ?!&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(Sees each other a few times every 2-3 months .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey ! How are you brother !&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Okay la, busy with O levels .&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, how's your math doing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Honestly, worst . I scored F9 for prelims dude !&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dayum ! blablabla ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;(Sees each other a few times every 5-6 months .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey ! How are you brother !&lt;br /&gt;Friend: I'm good ..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay .. So how's life ?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Quite okay .&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay .. so how blablabla ?..&lt;br /&gt;Friend: (Other one word answers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, failure to maintain relationships with people drifts yourselves apart .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that statement is equivocal .&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I already have a lot of such relationships .&lt;br /&gt;And come on, such things happen .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i'm slowly making efforts to reconnect to them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Inconsistency leads to deterioration pertaining to relationships .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about it, they're just not used to having me around anymore, hence the apprehensive bantering .&lt;br /&gt;So to speak, I have become a stranger .. that they once knew .&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay . Lesson learnt . What can be salvaged, salvaged .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't probe further .&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my points already .&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-505917398205490281?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/505917398205490281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=505917398205490281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/505917398205490281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/505917398205490281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-23-consistency.html' title='(: Day 23: Consistency'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8569341715008200777</id><published>2011-03-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:24:41.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: Day 22: Reaching Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Everything starts with Me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaching Out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaa !&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to not be friends with anyone just because the person is a despised stereotyped .&lt;br /&gt;Do you get what i mean ?&lt;br /&gt;Life .&lt;br /&gt;In this context, Life is about having social interactions with people .&lt;br /&gt;That means strangers you'd see such as cashiers or cleaners and friends you'd see in school or outside .&lt;br /&gt;It's like going out of your house .&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to meet people if you don't get out of your house .&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course there are people who are willing to go to your house to see you .. hehh, very unlikely .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel immense apprehension when i'm to go to some people to initiate a conversation .. sometimes .&lt;br /&gt;So why the apprehension ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. at moments like that,&lt;br /&gt;I frequently felt that I wouldn't know what to talk about .&lt;br /&gt;It's because of personal experience .. it's usually me to lead the conversation .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I had wanted to avoid awkward silent moments when I run out of things to talk about . &lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa, because I wouldn't know what to do then !&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it again, it's just the feeling .&lt;br /&gt;If I put more energy into thinking of a topic to talk about rather than directing the energy into making me feel stressed,&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't it be better ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson: I should not worry too much .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going with the flow has it's meaning now for me .&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I reach out to people ?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be the first one to do it ?&lt;br /&gt;If they don't put in effort, then why should I ?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa, recognise those familiar questions ? Yeaa, I asked myself once .&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people remain hard-headed with the notion that if others doesn't make the first move, why should they do so .&lt;br /&gt;I figured that .. if both parties think the same way, then shit ain't gonna happen man !&lt;br /&gt;And I realise that there are many such people with that mindset .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, mindset .&lt;br /&gt;Want me to name some of my friends ? hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people are afraid that even if they made an effort to reach out to others, the others wouldn't reciprocate much .&lt;br /&gt;With that negative thinking, they would eventually think that it won't be worth it even if they try .&lt;br /&gt;Read that again, ".. won't be worth it even if they try ."&lt;br /&gt;I realise that there's where the mistake lies .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, mistake . And I repeated that mistake a couple of times too .&lt;br /&gt;See, it's fucking worth it if you try because YOU TRIED .&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't know for certain the other person wouldn't or would want to talk to you unless you ascertain it .&lt;br /&gt;In this world, nothing is certain .. except for death and taxes .&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson: Uncertainty will hold you back .. and you WILL miss the possibilities for opportunities .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Two lessons learnt ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Don't adhere to the wisdom of curiosity killing the cat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;You're a fucking human . Hahaha ! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8569341715008200777?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8569341715008200777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8569341715008200777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8569341715008200777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8569341715008200777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-22-reaching-out.html' title='(: Day 22: Reaching Out'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3075592836526566382</id><published>2011-03-21T23:18:00.061+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:24:55.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(: Day 21: Poetical Demeanor</title><content type='html'>Day 21 ..&lt;br /&gt;It has been this long . &lt;br /&gt;Ahaa, I can't believe this .&lt;br /&gt;.. It's time I return back to civilisation .&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poetical Demeanor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment one fine evening to think about recent events that had occured in my life .&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to concisely put this down .&lt;br /&gt;I realise it's how you want people to perceive you . That's when you adjust your image, personality and such accordingly .&lt;br /&gt;I realise it's what you like that makes you feel you . That's when you adjust your image, personality and such accrodingly .&lt;br /&gt;However, what you want and how you want people to perceive you may clash .&lt;br /&gt;That's where you have to priortise either one of those realisations .&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, you'd feel unsettled . You'd feel unsure of yourself .&lt;br /&gt;If I may say so, it's important to have a sound grasp of yourself . That's why you need to do so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay .. that was not&amp;nbsp;as concise as I thought it would turn out . Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's not within my ability to be able to discern between the two realisations .&lt;br /&gt;So I won't delve any further .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where did I get the thought of having this poetical demeanor from ?&lt;br /&gt;I realise I feel like I can really get into the mindset of being poetic .&lt;br /&gt;I may not say all those poetical words .. but I feel that I am able to exude that feel ..&lt;br /&gt;That feeling of how I feel often&amp;nbsp;.. it's like the feeling of having something deep and meaningful to think about .&lt;br /&gt;That's why i'm never bored (;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make it a point that when I talk, I want to be distinguished as myself .. not some other people .&lt;br /&gt;To do that, I need to be able to make a name for myself .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, within the different communities that i'm in .&lt;br /&gt;And yea, I should be afraid to do so .&lt;br /&gt;I want to step up and not be afraid to be cool .. do you know that feeling ? Hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I will make that happen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Now I have a pretty good idea of how comfortable I could&amp;nbsp;feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;whilst making people form a particular perception of me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3075592836526566382?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3075592836526566382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3075592836526566382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3075592836526566382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3075592836526566382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-21-poetical-demeanor.html' title='(: Day 21: Poetical Demeanor'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7980977876581008862</id><published>2011-03-20T03:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T03:14:00.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20: Public Facade</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make this quick .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While posting this, i'm listening to Wiz Khalifa's Black And Yellow .&lt;br /&gt;He's a fucking nigga .&lt;br /&gt;He smokes .&lt;br /&gt;He has tatoos .&lt;br /&gt;He suddenly became famous with this song .&lt;br /&gt;The heck did he do ?&lt;br /&gt;Listen to his lyrics .&lt;br /&gt;Are they really what he claims to rap about ?&lt;br /&gt;If not, observe the way he tried to make his life seem super awesome .&lt;br /&gt;Sounding all so cool .&lt;br /&gt;The fuck ?&lt;br /&gt;And some people actually love him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence this topic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;"&gt;Public Facade .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have something to hide .&lt;br /&gt;Say, insecurities .&lt;br /&gt;An emotionally sensitive person may try to put a veil on him by portraying an indifferent persona .&lt;br /&gt;Or anything that is the exact opposite of what he really is .&lt;br /&gt;That is his public facade .&lt;br /&gt;What's mine ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's .. hmm .&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't apply in terms of personality or image at the basic sense .&lt;br /&gt;I believe it's more to how I would react to sarcasm and provocative acts against myself .&lt;br /&gt;When being dealt upon, aha , believe me when I say I wanna fuck the person back up&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I don't know how .&lt;br /&gt;So I get frustrated .&lt;br /&gt;See, sarcasm and provocative acts are aplenty in everyday life .&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I get frusrated A LOT because I don't know how to deliver a fucking repartee to them .&lt;br /&gt;But it's not a nice status to be known as a hot-headed person .&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my public facade is to remain nonchalant and portray apathy .&lt;br /&gt;However, the frustration has to go somewhere .. and bottled up it ended .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting how evil human are .&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, this girl said something too sensitive and personal out loud towards me, being in a crowd of friends .&lt;br /&gt;Where was the emotional intelligence there ? &lt;br /&gt;She's one fucking good example of a High IQ but LOW EQ kind of person .&lt;br /&gt;To think I trusted her .&lt;br /&gt;I felt betrayed .&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, I kept thinking of the way I replied her .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I immediately ended the suspense that aroused upon the sensitive question by replying with a dead end answer .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would other people have thought about me if I were to say something else ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was where a &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Public Facade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is required .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It gives a different perception of the person being protected to others by not leaving even the slightest trace of his actual intentions .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the part which makes my life hard .&lt;br /&gt;Should I have a defined Public Facade or allow it to be at the discretion of spontaneity at the particular given moment ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating on the answer .. i'm contemplating hard on the answer .&lt;br /&gt;I need an answer, that's why i'm willing to wreck this brain of mine .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember one thing; &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Humans Don't Adhere To Logic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I try to reason with the person, he/she will always try to find other aspects to counter your answers .&lt;br /&gt;So to speak, 'Winning' . Do you get this part ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Meaning, logical or not, they only want to win .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that case, perhaps Emotional Satisfaction will do the trick .&lt;br /&gt;But how ?&lt;br /&gt;I must appeal to his/her emotions which in turns tell the person to stop .&lt;br /&gt;But how ?&lt;br /&gt;Ah .. thinking . Thinking .&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps if I can get the person to have a feel of how it feels like to be in my shoes ..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. Yea . Good idea .&lt;br /&gt;Because it will make the person &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Understand&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;That way, the person would&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; feel the pinch&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Alright, settled .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Formula:&lt;/strong&gt; Make the person feel how&amp;nbsp;he/she would feel when posed with the sensitive questions .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I have to be wittier .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7980977876581008862?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7980977876581008862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7980977876581008862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7980977876581008862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7980977876581008862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-20-public-facade.html' title='Day 20: Public Facade'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2086967316463082208</id><published>2011-03-19T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T15:57:24.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 19: Over Analytical</title><content type='html'>Here's the deal .&lt;br /&gt;I tend to over analyse, as I would believe so .&lt;br /&gt;What are the advantages and disadvantages ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really useful or have I just been wasting away my brainpower thinking about stuffs ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think, I would think of the effect that it would bring .&lt;br /&gt;Let me give an instance .&lt;br /&gt;When someone says something to provoke me, I would think .&lt;br /&gt;Why is the person trying to provoke me ?&lt;br /&gt;Usually, the person is just joking .&lt;br /&gt;But when I feel provoked when I sense someone is trying to provoke me, usually I would .. just keep a neutral tone .&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't fight back .. because I don't know how to fight back .&lt;br /&gt;In the actual situation, it's not about overnalysing .&lt;br /&gt;But I somehow find comfort and reassurance in thinking that i'm sympathetic and rather analyse the person's actions .&lt;br /&gt;The person must have either wanted to feel superior by trying to make me feel inferior; In this case, he has low self esteem .&lt;br /&gt;Or the person must have supressed his anger for too long and decide to let it out on me .&lt;br /&gt;I just gave two possibilities, otherwise i'll be overnalysing .&lt;br /&gt;So do you see ?&lt;br /&gt;I would tend to think like maybe if I keep quiet, he would think of something else .&lt;br /&gt;Then friends will get involved .&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow reputations&amp;nbsp;will be scarred .&lt;br /&gt;What will happen from then onwards .. instead of thinking of the main topic .&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I tend to veer off topic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I .. I just think too much .&lt;br /&gt;I find security when I think a lot .&lt;br /&gt;Say, organising an outing .&lt;br /&gt;I must think of every single details when making one .&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I will think of the What Ifs and what to do from there too !&lt;br /&gt;My, ain't it taxing on you, dude ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i'm not sure whether i'm talking about the main topic .&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i'm just talking about what underlies the main topic which is the issue of greater importance .&lt;br /&gt;So let me conclude anyways .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I Want To Change] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to overthink things from now on .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea, I should think about something thoroughly before making a decision .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But thinking about it too much and off topic will be detrimental .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For instance, I always am in a dilemma when buying drinks from the shop .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahahaha .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2086967316463082208?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2086967316463082208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2086967316463082208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2086967316463082208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2086967316463082208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-19-over-analytical.html' title='Day 19: Over Analytical'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2917810688891800980</id><published>2011-03-18T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:16:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18: Conversationalist</title><content type='html'>-.- I've just deleted a long post's worth of words .&lt;br /&gt;This is quite difficult to post .&lt;br /&gt;But after contemplating about it, lets conclude and i'm gonna cultivate these qualities .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideal conversationalist is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Well-informed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Sympathetic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Interested in life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A person who has a sense of drama .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Moderate .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Able to draw out the other person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Attentive .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Always in good humour .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;person who has a sense of proportion .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;person who doesn't give advices . People don't like advices .. when not being asked for .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A person who doesn't take himself too seriously .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Not argumentative .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Original .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Broad-minded .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Charitable .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;An unselfish person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Considerate .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Flexible .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Poised, chilled and laidback .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Enthusiastic or hyper .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;A trifle whimsical . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;In life, it's about getting people to like you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;That's why people do all kinds of stuffs or master all kinds of techqinues .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;I can get people to like me . It just takes a little effort .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;But I want to like people . That's what I find really hard .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;But what I really want is mutual interest . That's the basis for stable friendships&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2917810688891800980?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2917810688891800980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2917810688891800980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2917810688891800980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2917810688891800980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-18-conversationalist.html' title='Day 18: Conversationalist'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-807612675006580990</id><published>2011-03-17T11:34:00.049+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:56:07.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17: Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Lets delve in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a basic sense, gratitude is about not forgetting what others have done for you .&lt;br /&gt;Their sacrifices made for you, you don't forget them .&lt;br /&gt;Whilst not forgetting them, you treat them well .&lt;br /&gt;You treat them well, your relationship with them improves .&lt;br /&gt;If any supposed backstabbing or similar occurence were to happen against you due to that person, &lt;br /&gt;then you wouldn't just believe right away .&lt;br /&gt;You would delve right in .&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't believe the person you have gratitude towards would ever do such things to you .&lt;br /&gt;When the air has been cleared, you feel glad that you didn't just jump to conclusion and attack that person .&lt;br /&gt;Then onwards, you trust the person even more .&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with the person improves and 'live happily forever after' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how gratitude can get you in that instance ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's another storyline .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their sacrifices made for you, you don't forget them .&lt;br /&gt;Whilst not forgetting them, you treat them well .&lt;br /&gt;You treat them well, your relationship with them improves .&lt;br /&gt;If any supposed backstabbing or similar occurence were to happen against you due to that person, &lt;br /&gt;then you wouldn't just believe right away .&lt;br /&gt;You would delve right in .&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't believe the person you have gratitude towards would ever do such things to you .&lt;br /&gt;However, the person really did done some bad shit to you behind your back .&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reasons, it don't matter .&lt;br /&gt;You feel like detesting the person to the max . You feel like letting go of the friendship just because of that incident .&lt;br /&gt;Just becasue of that ONE incident .&lt;br /&gt;You won't know what to do .&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in a dilemma ; To confront, settle, forget and bury the hatchet or 'fuck him till he dies' .&lt;br /&gt;You realise the person has done wonderful things for you in the past .&lt;br /&gt;What can gratitude do ?&lt;br /&gt;While not neglecting your 'pitiful' feelings, you decide to release the friendship, with no emotional outrage on either party involved .&lt;br /&gt;That's one way to end a friendship .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, I learn that gratitude is up to the willingness of the other person .&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can be considered as a form of loan .&lt;br /&gt;For instance; I help you now . I should expect you to help me in the future .&lt;br /&gt;It's otherwise known as Returning The Favour .&lt;br /&gt;Some people, are just bent on not wanting to have gratitude towards anyone, perhaps other than their parents .&lt;br /&gt;What do you call that ? Ego ?&amp;nbsp;Low Self-Esteem ? Insecurity ?&amp;nbsp;I have no idea . But fuck that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah . I'm just gonna get to the point .&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can be a tool .&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can be a fishing rod .&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can be a neutraliser .&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can be provoking .&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can be a burden .&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude can be ignored .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. No colours for this&amp;nbsp; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-807612675006580990?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/807612675006580990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=807612675006580990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/807612675006580990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/807612675006580990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-17-gratitude.html' title='Day 17: Gratitude'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-1039808870128576624</id><published>2011-03-16T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T18:54:58.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 16: Comfort</title><content type='html'>So many aspects of comfort .&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to delve into one or two .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comfort .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I would feel uncomfortable in situations which requires me to have conversations with strangers face to face .&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't have a problem talking to strangers most of the time when I was with my friends .&lt;br /&gt;So my friends would naturally perceived me as confident and brave and outgoing in nature .&lt;br /&gt;But when i'm Alone ... it's a different story .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;So what is it, dude ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can reasonably say that comfort has a part to play .&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I can communicate well and more confidently when i'm around people i'm used to .&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha . I guess it won't be a surprise to most people .&lt;br /&gt;I knew that too, but it has never held meaning to me .&lt;br /&gt;It seems that i'm comfortable being with them, and that leads me to become comfortable with myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;But why can't I feel comfortable with myself when i'm alone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what friends have got to do with the sudden confidence in me .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe whenever i'm alone, I can try to pretend that I have friends around me whom I am used to seeing .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaaa, suree .&lt;br /&gt;But what I want to achieve is to emulate the confidence, that I portray when i'm with friends, irregardless of situation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, how can I do that ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea .. I want to surface this too before I forget .&lt;br /&gt;I would also feel uncomfortable when having a conversation with a stranger .&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who speaks relatively better english and technique than me usually intimidates me .&lt;br /&gt;And you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;I have practised many times already on my own .&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to actual conversations, suddenly my voice shrinks .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little 5 year old boy, talking to the principal of a school .&lt;br /&gt;I guess to put it in other words, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I have not developed a sense of professionalism when communicating with people yet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets move on to another aspect of comfort: &lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make others comfortable being with me .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by now, I won't deny some things .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- I kind of look like a matrep at times, a despicable image that has been condemned by my racial community .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- I look scary somehow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- I look like I can kill a person at any moment . Ahahahahaaa .&lt;em&gt; Hmm, maybe I would .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;- I look and&amp;nbsp;type (On Facebook or even my own Blog )&amp;nbsp;like one of those Mat Tak Menjadi .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;It means &lt;em&gt;a bonafide Malay guy who&amp;nbsp;is seen to&amp;nbsp;have a desperate desire to somehow be seen as a well&amp;nbsp;cultivated person &amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and talk in such a way that would portray he is an educated person .... but fails&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, no wonder my co&amp;nbsp;.. nevermind .&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it in nicer terms : &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;How's a guy suppose to improve himself if the world keeps putting him down ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see .&lt;br /&gt;-The friends that are close and considered Good to me are all looking comfortable being with me .&lt;br /&gt;No problems there .&lt;br /&gt;-There are STILL a few of my friends who are not .. They seem to doubt me on God knows what .&lt;br /&gt;Strangers .. hmm, let me be more specific .&lt;br /&gt;-Teenage strangers would probably take high caution against me, due to the reason stated above .&lt;br /&gt;-Old strangers .. they're quite open .&lt;br /&gt;If you're willing to talk to them, they'll be EVEN MORE willing to talk to you, accopanied by a genuine and comfortable smile (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've evaluated myself to a certain reasonable extent .&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to come up with solutions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to make Everybody comfortable being around me ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everybody is different .&lt;br /&gt;That's why it's difficult to judge !&lt;br /&gt;Since I want everybody to&amp;nbsp;feel comfortable, I must make a generalisation .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I know the advice of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;To make someone comfortable being around you, you yourself must feel comfortable with yourself . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't specific enough; I don't understand !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Generalisation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: Be nice .&lt;br /&gt;AHA . Come on dude, who doesn't know that . You can do better&amp;nbsp;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if I praise someone, he or she would think that I have ill intentions .&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I can't deny that .&lt;br /&gt;People would usually shrug the compliment off like," Aha, right .. " or have their eyebrows raised .&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, a lot of people are not comfortable to take a compliment and show complete comfort .&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should take an otherwise perspective ? Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;I think I should leave this part to be .&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn on the go as I progress through my life&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I want to be more confident when talking to strangers when i'm all by myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I want to be more confident when talking to strangers over the phone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Now am I going to achieve this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;By not getting intimidated by them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Remember Shahrul, you do not have to feel small .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Always at ease, Be cool .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Remember that, and everything else WILL go smoothly, god willing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-1039808870128576624?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/1039808870128576624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=1039808870128576624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/1039808870128576624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/1039808870128576624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-16-comfort.html' title='Day 16: Comfort'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8849955708206021541</id><published>2011-03-15T23:09:00.082+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T00:57:37.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 15: Disappointments</title><content type='html'>I'm only human, so I won't beat myself up in being very sad in this post .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Disappointments .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i've not changed a bit even after half of this month .&lt;br /&gt;That was disappointment talking; I know I have been making progress with myself .&lt;br /&gt;I want to think as to why I feel very disappointed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed with myself because ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed with myself because I still am not able to speak good english and with good articulation and fluency .&lt;br /&gt;At moments when I actually crossed path with friends when i'm outside,&lt;br /&gt;my throat suddenly becomes tense .&lt;br /&gt;My lips becomes rigid . &lt;br /&gt;My tongue becomes cold .&lt;br /&gt;My lungs tend to contract .&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get a deep breathe and resultantly my voice becomes high-pitched .&lt;br /&gt;It's like I was caught off guard .. then again, I was . &lt;br /&gt;I'm really thinking to myself .. Am I this hopeless ? Even after all those practise .&lt;br /&gt;I had the whole of the past 16 plus years to practise man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed with myself because I still am not able to feel comfortable with myself, when i'm alone in a pool of strangers .&lt;br /&gt;That's when it really matters .&lt;br /&gt;The thought of people looking at me and forming preconceptions of me really ticks me off .&lt;br /&gt;I just know that people will judge me for how I look .&lt;br /&gt;And I look like a matrep .&lt;br /&gt;Black bermudas .&lt;br /&gt;Black shirt .&lt;br /&gt;Long hair .&lt;br /&gt;I just know it . And people can't deny that they won't form such opinions of me .&lt;br /&gt;Even my own friends claimed that I look like an unfriendly fuck if they had never knew me .&lt;br /&gt;See ? It's all about looks .&lt;br /&gt;I feel insecure . I really do .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I should feel that way for .&lt;br /&gt;I should know better not to care what people think after what i've been through during secondary school . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why do you think I would be disappointed with myself for ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I feel .&lt;br /&gt;I truly feel like screeching my life to a complete halt and rot .&lt;br /&gt;Rot like, fucking ROT .&lt;br /&gt;I've been forcing myself to eat everyday when I really feel like starving to death .&lt;br /&gt;And this is worst; I feel like not breathing anymore for like forvever after giving up after a few attempts of conscious breathing .&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking hard to do anything consciously .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Since it's hard to do anything consciously, then I don't want to even think about doing anything when i'm doing anything .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;It fucking make sense there .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;It's soo much easier to talk without thinking of how I would sound like .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #45818e;"&gt;It's soo much easier to walk around without thinking of how people might perceive me to be .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;It's soo much easier to not feel discouraged and dishearterned without thinking of the disappointments &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just Live Life .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's the fuck why that saying is created and is being used as the motto of some people .&lt;br /&gt;I guess it has a Powerful Effect despite it's seemingly short and simple words .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude ..&lt;br /&gt;Why should you fucking care what people think of you when they walk past you ?&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you're going to the neighbourhood market just to buy some stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what those old geezers sitting at the Kopitiam wasting their remaining of their lives are thinking .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what freaking makciks who walked past you thinks of you .&lt;br /&gt;They Don't Matter !&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the gangsters living in your neighbourhood and what they think of you when the eyes meet .&lt;br /&gt;Think dude, think .&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck do you have to prove to them ?!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing !&lt;br /&gt;And even if so, Nobody would give a fuck !&lt;br /&gt;Because people are selfish and only care about what positive attention they could get for themselves !&lt;br /&gt;Ahrgh ! When are you gonna stop being soo self conscious that you're even too afraid to make a move comfortably ?&lt;br /&gt;You bodoh punye fuck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm . Ahahaaa .&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that since nobody can scold me, why not I scold myself ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, man .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I've been having the feeling of giving up every single time I renew my spirit to improve myself .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something must be wrong ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Because I should be having lesser of such feelings by now .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm . Just what is it ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;It's like the harder I try, it harder it gets .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Bile nak game ?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Just what could it be ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;Lets use my voice for example .&lt;br /&gt;I want to improve it .&lt;br /&gt;I think .. the more that I want to improve it, the more conscious I get about the way I talk when I do .&lt;br /&gt;And i'm busy thinking about how I am to do this and that to sound like this and that,&lt;br /&gt;that i'm having trouble with the MEANING of what i'm trying to convey at the same time .&lt;br /&gt;So I shouldn't think about it when i'm talking, right ?&lt;br /&gt;Then how am I going to change the way I talk ?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this is hard .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, same concept applies for my breathing too .&lt;br /&gt;The more I want to improve on Deep Breathing, the more conscious I get when i'm actually breathing in ..&lt;br /&gt;And the harder it gets for me to breathe normally without me thinking .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that .. the more of something that I want to achieve, the more conscious I get .&lt;br /&gt;All this while, i've been taking this level of consciousness to an extend where I feel like giving up rather than chewing bricks to dust .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alright . I think I get it .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It means that i'm actually in the process of changing .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because to change, it requires conscious effort .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that I can have the consciousness to alter myself, then I should go all the way !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yea, nobody said it would be easy .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright, i'll try to be discourage less .&lt;br /&gt;Even so, i'll think about this in the event I do get dishearten .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8849955708206021541?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8849955708206021541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8849955708206021541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8849955708206021541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8849955708206021541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-15-disappointments.html' title='Day 15: Disappointments'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-1471015445973194634</id><published>2011-03-14T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:42:56.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 14: Personal Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Not to follow other's style .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;By if mine is already deemed by some people&amp;nbsp;as one of the Stereotyped Personalities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;then what can I say ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;It's already my Personal Style .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been called upon as trying to be&amp;nbsp;someone that i'm not by some people.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to resent that or not, because they don't know shit about me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Hmm .. here's a thought .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Most people take the good things that you do for granted .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;And if you do something bad, it will be remembered for years to come .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep that in mind .&lt;br /&gt;So back to discussion point .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help, but i'm just going to say it anyway .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;You all just been in your social community where conditioned you to think that there are many of 'Me' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;And you don't see many or hardly any of 'You' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;That's what led you to think that i'm trying to be someone i'm not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;But you wouldn't consider that perhaps I AM behaving like myself, would you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Because naturally humans are inclined towards negative thoughts about others .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Mental note: Humans are inclined towards negativity . That's why a lot of us are as such .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Hmm . I think you might have just wanted to feel special, to boost your self-esteem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Yea, by trying to downgrade mine .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Pretty matured, don't you think so ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, humans tend to do that at points in their lives .&lt;br /&gt;Now let me criticize myself: &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When have I tried to put down someone just to feel superior ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm . Funny how I can't think of not even one incident .&lt;br /&gt;Surely I would have done that once or twice in my life, right ?&lt;br /&gt;It's either I really consciously haven't done as such or me being a human tend to think of the self as immaculate .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what is my Personal Style ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Let's see .. Let assess myself critically .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I really think that my traits are going to me conflicting and contradictory .&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck, lets go .&lt;br /&gt;I'm an outgoing person .&lt;br /&gt;I like to make friends .&lt;br /&gt;I find it pleasurable to talk to friends, because it fills up the void in my life .&lt;br /&gt;I like to do crazy things .&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely do stupid things if I have the friends to do it with .&lt;br /&gt;I get shy at times .&lt;br /&gt;Especially when i'm really alone at a place full of people whom I never met .&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers doesn't intimidate me, but adults definitely do .&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel small .&lt;br /&gt;Even more so it makes me feel like disliking attending events .&lt;br /&gt;I'm an organised person .&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it pertains to academics, I don't like my notes and learning materials and even concepts messy .&lt;br /&gt;But at time, i'm a messy person .&lt;br /&gt;My room tend to get messy with my clothes all around .&lt;br /&gt;But then after a few days, I would clean my room to a perfect state of cleanliness .&lt;br /&gt;... and the cycle repeats . Ahahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;If i'm stereotyped, then people would go like," Of course his room would be in a mess . Dier kan lelaki ."&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaa . Babi betol .&lt;br /&gt;And you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be damn long if I were to state like every single traits of myself .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Because i'm a little bit of everything !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that to certain people, certain traits of mine are conspicuous to them at certain moments .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now lets talk about Visual&amp;nbsp;Image .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;For the past 10 years, I never really focused much on image; The clothes I wear and such .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Because my clothes were defined by the school that I enrolled into .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it means that I wear my school's attire even after school hours and at home ;p&lt;br /&gt;So NOW .&lt;br /&gt;I want to be seen as the Guy whom You would Approach .&lt;br /&gt;Cuz for me, I can always approach anyone .&lt;br /&gt;Bright coloured clothings are, well, a must .&lt;br /&gt;Who would likely to approach anyone wearing full black, in the teenager community ?&lt;br /&gt;See, I emphasized in the Teenager community .&lt;br /&gt;I wore full black one; Black bermudas, Black shirt, Black hair, Black slippers .&lt;br /&gt;And people went looking at me like ..." Better avoid that guy one ."&lt;br /&gt;The fugggggggg .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;So yea, basically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;1. The shirts i'll wear from this year onwards will most usually, if not always, be long sleeved .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;2. My shirts will most usually, if not always, be basic coloured only . It means with totally or very little designs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;3. My hair will be maintained long and .. black . I believe&amp;nbsp;I don't have to have highlights or dye it to stand out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;4. I will remain to wear contact lens . If I were to wear spectacles, then it would be frameless .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;5. This is my personal opinion: I don't find wearing shoes like Supras or those high cut shoes appropriate .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Let me emphasize on the WEARING . Yea, such shoes looks nice . But it suddenly turns me off when it is being worn .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;6. For the first time ever, I WANT a birthday gift . Someone, get me a watch . Not Seiko, Adidas to say the least (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now lets talk about Vocal Image .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a slightly deep sounding voice .&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a good quality voice, as such that I put in just enough air when i'm talking .&lt;br /&gt;When I talk, I don't want to be sounding like some Singaporean nor like some african american .&lt;br /&gt;You know, like&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;," Eyh later class got what one&amp;nbsp;ah ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you know, like&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;," Suupp mayneee? What's goin' down to the A my nig ~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even like&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;," Good 'Ay, mate ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeeeriously .&lt;br /&gt;Lets see .&lt;br /&gt;I will want an accent that's not too western yet&amp;nbsp;not too asian .&lt;br /&gt;Asian I mean, Malay .&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't want to sound like &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Jojojoget&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have never consolidated all these thoughts all in one to call myself .&lt;br /&gt;So I tend to become too westernised, too asian, too matrep-looking, too 'fake' and all those shits people been yapping .&lt;br /&gt;So hey, here it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I will keep it in mind this is how I really want myself to be perceived as and how I am to portray myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;1. I will buy more long sleeved t-shirts from now one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;2. I will never cut from a barber shop anymore . AHA .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;3. I will make conscious efforts to sound like how I want to sound like, by 'picturing' the voice in my head . This will be hard .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Because the voice of yourself you'll likely to hear and imagine sounds exactly like how you sound always for the past few years .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;4. I want to take it easy on myself . I don't have a stereotype . Even if I do, I have many ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this post with a quote I found from Wikipedia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"an individual's predisposition to think certain patterns of thought, and therefore engage in certain patterns of behaviour".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-1471015445973194634?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/1471015445973194634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=1471015445973194634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/1471015445973194634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/1471015445973194634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-14-personal-style.html' title='Day 14: Personal Style'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5030785232250800</id><published>2011-03-13T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T15:13:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13: Frustration as my Stimulus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;The chaotic burst of flames of a volcano .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Acid spray coming out from my mouth .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Ripping the fucking intestines out of a person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;What&amp;nbsp;are all those ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a calm, phlegmatic person .&lt;br /&gt;Non-chalant most of the time .&lt;br /&gt;Cool .. and all those other words you can find the the dictionary .&lt;br /&gt;But, am I what I say I am ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I WANT to be all that at ALL TIMES?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel frustration ?&lt;br /&gt;I feel frustration because of something that I keep bottled up .&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually have anyone to talk to about anything that makes me angry .&lt;br /&gt;I just keep it all inside .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of unfulfilled needs .&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of unsaticfaction .&lt;br /&gt;All leads to the feeling of frustration .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what am I unsatisfied with ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say, "I don't know" because it fucking doesn't help me .&lt;br /&gt;Just what am I unsatisfied with ?&lt;br /&gt;Just what is it ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm . what is it what is it what is it ?&lt;br /&gt;I am unsatisfied with the way I am .&lt;br /&gt;How ? Which fucking part ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I am unsatisfied with the way my deliver of speech .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I never seem to be able to warm up my voice and especially breath control before having conversations .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It's not that I don't try .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I tried !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I have awesome articulation and control when&amp;nbsp;i'm at home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But when it&amp;nbsp;DOES matters, my voice and breath control SUCKS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;How do they suck ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I stuttered .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I have to repeat almost every single line that comes out of my mouth .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I don't know the fuck why but I feel scared to even open my mouth .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My voice becomes breathy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The pitch becomes high .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The volume becomes softer and softer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I feel small as a result .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;This is especially especially true when I have to call some stranger over the phone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;That stranger means a person from the clinic, for instance .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Can&amp;nbsp;you get any worst ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Fuck yeah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I tend to blank out in the mind that I won't know what to say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Even so, I&amp;nbsp;couldn't listen to what the person is saying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It's not like ' What goes in from the left, comes out from the right ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It IS 'What goes in from the left, comes out from the right ' .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Then what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Then I feel frustrated .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Then I don't feel like talking !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I feel frustrated because I don't know whether my voice has fucking broke or not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;One moment it's low, the other it's high .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;When it doesn't matter, it's low .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But when it DOES matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;, it tends to get high .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Why dude, why ?! Just what is wrong ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I feel frustrated because my sister is asking me to do things that I really have trouble with .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Now she is becoming more and more 'successful' with her Herbalife .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My god, she is getting richer by the instance .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But that doesn't mean that she can treat me like that with money .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My god, and she's a female .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;And worst, she's my OLDER sister .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Now she easily gets angry, and the whole family have to soak in her rants .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;At times when I couldn't take it, I ranted at her back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Let's look at a particular incident .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;gt;Herbalife Event&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;It's this talk hosted by some guy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I didn't want to go .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But she asked me to follow her because she didn't have anyone to go with .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;So I thought she would be alone throughout, with the exception of some small talks here and there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But when I was there, she had friends la sial . She had !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I feel so frustrated . WHY ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Because I fucking hate it when i'm at some event when i'm not NEEDED .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Then she said that it's for my own good, because I can start out herbalife next year when i'm of legal age .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;FUCK ! She really is making me DETESTING&amp;nbsp;herbalife more and more la sial !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, it's something that I can try to join to make money too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But don't fucking lie to me into making decisions for my future la sial !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, I honestly don't know what the fuck I want to do when I grow up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But heck, she didn't know shit what she wanted to do in life either when she was my age !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I get frustrated when anything unfavourable that involves anyone that happened to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Due to miscommunication .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Due to some dumb fuck who speaks without thinking or had the intention of cause malice that evoked contention between my friends and I .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;AH fuck !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Why do these have and had to happen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Why ? Why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Because I was forced to remain calm to salvage my friendship with them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;When they do realise my side of the story, they feel embarrassed . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Paisey .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Then we don't talk anymore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;BABI, tau pon malu !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Yea, it's part me to not talk to them anymore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;That's why I want to fucking delete them from my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; because they continue to believe rumours than myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LIFE'S A BITCH ! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to give me a fucking hard baseball bat and a room to crash,&lt;br /&gt;I will obliterate the fucking room man ! AH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why manage anger when you can embrace it ?&lt;br /&gt;I just fucking released my anger by typing a whole bunch of shits in capital letters, which I eventually deleted .&lt;br /&gt;See, frustration gives me energy . It causes me to get up and DO something .&lt;br /&gt;By far, frustration is the strongest emotional motivational push for me .&lt;br /&gt;You can give me a 24 hour talk by the most motivating people in this fucked up earth, and I won't think be motivated .&lt;br /&gt;It's not due to me not wanting to be motivated, it's about how far can the external stimuli get me in life .&lt;br /&gt;They're just a&amp;nbsp;5-minutes-productivity .&lt;br /&gt;See, typical motivation are external stimuli .&lt;br /&gt;External .&lt;br /&gt;It fucking means outside .&lt;br /&gt;If what's on the outside doesn't influence me, then how the fuck can an external motivating stimuli push me ?&lt;br /&gt;That's why I deduce that I need an internal stimulus to push myself . Something from within .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Yeah, LOVE is definitely one of the internal stimuli that can push me, but like I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FURSTRATION&amp;nbsp;is the strongest emotional stimuli that&amp;nbsp;can push&amp;nbsp;me far at the moment .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I could even type this much up until now if not for me unleashing my fury earlier .&lt;br /&gt;Being frustrated makes me active in the mind .&lt;br /&gt;I'm a human, not some calm spiritual being .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to get angry . I fucking NEED to get angry at times .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that's how I can be PRODUCTIVE,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by using the energy to yield useful output .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see it clearer .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can turn to drugs too but fuck you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;It's not something that I want to change myself to, but I definitely learnt something from this post .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I get hyped when i'm frustrated .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;It's the momentous effect that continues after I got hold of myself in the mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;One thing that I always need to remember is to &lt;em&gt;Embrace My Frustration&lt;/em&gt; (EMF)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm only human .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I guess it's horrendously bad for me to remain calm all the way in life because I become more passive as a result .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I shouldn't be calm at all situation .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Check it, it's not can not; It's a should not .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;With the energy arising from unleashing frustration,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I should learn how to EFFECTIVELY convert it to PRODUCTIVITY .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Alright, lesson learnt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5030785232250800?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5030785232250800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5030785232250800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5030785232250800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5030785232250800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-13-frustration-as-my-stimulus.html' title='Day 13: Frustration as my Stimulus'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7350184026170453527</id><published>2011-03-12T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:58:04.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: Awkward Situations</title><content type='html'>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Who hasn't been in such a situation ?&lt;br /&gt;Awkward situations occur quite often, especially when it involves a guy and a girl .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I avoid it ?&lt;br /&gt;It's a question that is frequently asked by many .&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why should we avoid awkward situations ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for me, it doesn't matter much but ..&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the others, they would feel a high degree of discomfort being in such situations .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I won't think of a situation as awkward .&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that I will think up of a topic to talk about, being in a conversation .&lt;br /&gt;I notice that people would naturally continue to keep quiet or say," okay .. awkward .." .&lt;br /&gt;.. Which doesn't fucking help the situation any one bit .&lt;br /&gt;I guess .. it's all you, Shahrul .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't change myself already because I make a conscious effort to steer clear of that situation, without being my initial intention .&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;But i'll talk about what my initial intentions have always been, soon .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7350184026170453527?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7350184026170453527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7350184026170453527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Worthy</title><content type='html'>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the time in the world to waste .&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the resources in the world at my disposal .&lt;br /&gt;I don't have all the friends in the world to have fun with .&lt;br /&gt;I don't have ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I don't have, I wonder .&lt;br /&gt;Why it is always said that One should focus more on what one already has ?&lt;br /&gt;However, One usually focuses on what one doesn't have .&lt;br /&gt;It's in a bid to get what they don't have .&lt;br /&gt;So is it worthwhile to spend time, resources and attention into something that you want to have ?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, sure .&lt;br /&gt;But I tend to overspend those factors that I have into things that eventually 'ends' in the end .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;So, have all that i've done in my entire life been worthwhile ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I have no ultimate control to everything that I want to have .&lt;br /&gt;If I would, then things wouldn't just end, right ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why Fate or God has the ultimate control, even over my own outcomes .&lt;br /&gt;So since I can only have so much control over a situation or something that I want to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;then I want to maximise that opportunity .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know if something is worth the while ?&lt;br /&gt;If something isn't worth the while, then why should I even pursue it, right ?&lt;br /&gt;That makes sense .&lt;br /&gt;Still, I don't know how to tell if something is worth the while .&lt;br /&gt;Shit, anything can happen, right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What is considered worthwhile ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First example .&lt;br /&gt;Four years of friendship before it ends .&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the while to spend my time and efforts for that friend in the end ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, it's not worthwhile because the two of us would eventually end our friendship after four years .&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I couldn't tell the future, whether the friendship would fail or be unsatisfactory .&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I think it's worthwhile because I had a friend to talk to during that four years .&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I would have one lesser friend to talk to .&lt;br /&gt;I guess my window of opportunity to have as much fun with people as I can during those four years would be narrower, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second example .&lt;br /&gt;Putting a girl on hold for up to a year just to consider whether to have a romantic relationship with .&lt;br /&gt;She's a great girl .&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, I would say .&lt;br /&gt;I just like being beside her .&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't pop the question .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for a better one to come along .&lt;br /&gt;You see, i'm Waiting .&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the while to wait for another one to come when I could already have one that has been right in front of me all along ?&lt;br /&gt;It may still be worthwhile because i'm entering polyechnic soon, as God knows who i'm going to encounter .&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it wasn't worthwhile because I didn't manage to experience that teenage love once again, during my secondary school days .&lt;br /&gt;I regret that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a teenager .&lt;br /&gt;I want to do stupid stuffs with other teenagers .&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall in love&amp;nbsp;that I&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;that it&amp;nbsp;may never work out but hey, why not .&lt;br /&gt;I only go through teenagerhood once .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I never did much stupid stuffs back in the days .&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the experiences and all the ups and downs that I could have gone through if I were to do as such .&lt;br /&gt;I could have had the memories in me which I can share with other people,&lt;br /&gt;which I can relish in retrospection .&lt;br /&gt;.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Of course, doing stuffs that would get me into big trouble that jeopardizes my future wouldn't be worthwhile .&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I guess my reason can be due to the rest of the above highlighted .&lt;br /&gt;... yea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is worthwhile to study to get as high an education as possible by sacrificing most of my teenage time into studying ?&lt;br /&gt;Just to get good grades .&lt;br /&gt;Make parents proud .&lt;br /&gt;Graduate with a degree or higher .&lt;br /&gt;It is said that my future would be secured for life .&lt;br /&gt;But is it really worth it ?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's worthwhile because I would have gotten an academic qualification high enough to secure high positions which ensures high salaries .&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I don't think it's that worthwhile to sacrifice my time focusing on getting good grades&lt;br /&gt;when I can focus more making friends and learning about life from that path .&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i'm not the perfect study type kind of person . &lt;br /&gt;So the only way for me to get good grades is for me to invest heavily of my time into studying .&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it's not something that I want .&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable .&lt;br /&gt;I really do .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a high position job which pays me high salaries .&lt;br /&gt;-.- I know this sounds crazy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I just don't feel that it's worth it to spend half my life struggling for grades just for that sake .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Man .. I don't know how to end this post .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I attended an event by &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Herbalife&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;I learnt something that I can apply to this post .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;How do I know if something will be worth the while ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the speaker's name was Craig .&lt;br /&gt;And this was what he told the audience ..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"The answer is to know &lt;span style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; I want to do it in the first place . "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;He said that if you know why you want to do something, then the how doesn't matter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The stronger and more personal your why is, the more likely you are going to&amp;nbsp;succeed without having to worry about the how .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what ?&lt;br /&gt;Shit, he made sense .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I guess it all boils down to whether I BELIEVE in something enough to make it HAPPEN .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Only then will my efforts be worthwhile .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;That way, it won't really matter if I don't manage to succeed in achieving that something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;because I know that i've tried in doing something that I believed in .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Now, that is considered while worthy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;1. I just need to start believing . That's all there is to it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;2. Also, I should start accepting if something i've worked so hard for doesn't prove fruitful . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I should move on from there and look forward to other things .. or go depressed once again . ahahaaa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;3. Once i've started believing, I should maximise any given resources, time and effort to make it happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to change myself but I didn't know how .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to change because I want to be a better person .&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;"It's while worthy because I believe so . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;- Shahrul Andean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7829286429454581746?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7829286429454581746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7829286429454581746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7829286429454581746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7829286429454581746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-11-while-worthy.html' title='Day 11: While Worthy'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8663220065297367031</id><published>2011-03-10T12:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:30:31.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10: Kindness</title><content type='html'>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being kind has always been part of my life .&lt;br /&gt;I've been kind to people on many countless occasions,&lt;br /&gt;I would be severely overweight if my kind deeds are converted to fats .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;So why would I&amp;nbsp;want to be kind towards others ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought about this .&lt;br /&gt;I just knew that being a good guy, kindness is an innate quality to possess .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was conditioned to do so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being kind is concurrent with being sympathetic, emphathetic, considerate, thoughtful, helpful&amp;nbsp;and all those similar qualities .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing so many kind deeds .&lt;br /&gt;I gave a listening ear to someone in distress, and I also wrecked my brains to actually mitigate the situation, not just feelings .&lt;br /&gt;I offered tissue to random strangers when I thought that they needed it .&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied friends for whatever reasons they had when I could have used my time for other more valuable purposes .&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind deeds typically are followed by a Thank You .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;How hard is it to say a simple thank you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I found it hard .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I never had wanted help in my life .&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, I was stubborn .&lt;br /&gt;Egoistic I might call myself ? Ahahaa, yea . Perhaps .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that for some people that i've encountered,&lt;br /&gt;they don't like to be helped too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;But for them, reason being that they don't like to feel indebted to someone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, I have always been sincere in my deeds and I don't usually expect anything in return .&lt;br /&gt;Even if so, just a simple Thank You would suffice .&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it has never been that simple, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;A lot of behind the scenes process occurs before, during and after someone says the words Thank You .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often does Pride outweighs Gratitude ?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm too good for that that I will never need your help !", when you are struggling like fuck doing something .&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I can't figure out this aspect of myself .&lt;br /&gt;Why is it sooo hard for me, or anyone else for that matter, to ask for help or say thank you at times ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smart people are never afraid to ask for help .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that saying once somewhere .&lt;br /&gt;From this saying, I deduce that being Smart doesn't link to Fear .&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I conclude that Intelligence doesn't correlate to Emotions .&lt;br /&gt;At least, to a certain extent .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Random Acts Of Kindness, a.k.a. RAOK .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been an initiative started by my friend, Azila, and myself .&lt;br /&gt;We had that strong belief that kindness is paramount and should be given more attention to .&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, people should do more Kindness in this world !&lt;br /&gt;So we paired up and we went doing kind things to the world .&lt;br /&gt;Here is one out of the plethora of kind deeds that we have done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;We changed some $2 and $5 notes into coins of like, 20 cents, 50 cents and 10 cents .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Guess what we did ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I went around Woodlands&amp;nbsp;Civic Centre and Causeway Point and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;we pretended to not notice when we slowly drop coins onto the floor amidst the crowd .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Ahahaaa !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun .&lt;br /&gt;Especially when we saw a whole mass of people suddenly looking down when they heard the sound of coins dropping .&lt;br /&gt;We also left coins on the rubbish bins .. toilets .. and even in some of the merchandises in stors !&lt;br /&gt;Of course, kindness doesn't always have to be in monetary form .&lt;br /&gt;But I got to admit it myself, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;having money can really enable a person to do great deeds of kindness at a higher frequency and its easier&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does everyone deserve Kindness ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ..&lt;br /&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;some people whom I detest .&lt;br /&gt;I just fucking detest them man .&lt;br /&gt;One of them is this male bisexual .&lt;br /&gt;The other is this previous 'good' friend of mine .&lt;br /&gt;They've persistently done shit to me that I just want to call it off .&lt;br /&gt;Call what ? My ties with them .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like fucking killing them ..&lt;br /&gt;But when I thought about it again .. They are still Human . &lt;br /&gt;If I can be kind to others, why can't I&amp;nbsp;continue to be kind towards those two ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Are the things that they have done really unforgivable to you, Shahrul ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they we not as thoughtful or caring as me ..&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;but I guess that doesn't mean that I have to behave like them towards them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to speak, stooping to their level .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;(But is such acts considerd as low ? I shan't talk about that now because that's not the main issue .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;If I want to be kind, I think I should be kind towards Everybody ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I want to&amp;nbsp;believe that everyone deserves some kindness .&lt;br /&gt;But why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Hmm .. Because I want to become a better person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;That's your reason, Shahrul .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is Kindness important ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that Kindness is a step taken towards Happiness .&lt;br /&gt;Research has it that they correlate .&lt;br /&gt;I think that I actualy believe this .&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time, I feel that there's this term called Pride-Kindness .&lt;br /&gt;.. Or something like that .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reckon that that is just Unsincere Kindness .&lt;br /&gt;So at times, I wonder to myself whether I was actually performing kind deeds with sincerity or just wanting to look good in the public's eye .&lt;br /&gt;Yeam I doubt myself many a times .&lt;br /&gt;But I shall not anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't people do kindness ?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's fairer to ask that why people don't perform acts of kindness frequently ?&lt;br /&gt;I think that this is a big scope of a question .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;So basically, it all boils down to how &lt;u&gt;willing&lt;/u&gt; a person &lt;u&gt;WANTS&lt;/u&gt; to perform them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;At times, I doubted myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Was I Sincere or just Wayang ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Do I feel Happy ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Why Should I be Kind ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Those were some questions I contemplated .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;So hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;1. I will be confident about my ability to perform kind acts to people because it's part of my Character .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;2. I Want to be Kind because I believe that I can make my environment and peers around me into more viable personae .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;3. I want to spread Kindness because I believe that it's something that I can do to alleviate the situation in this already ..'bad' world .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;4. I will be kind towards everyone because I believe that everyone is entitled to such an act .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"The world is already unfair as it is .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Allow me to make this place feel like a better place to live in ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;- Shahrul Andean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8663220065297367031?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8663220065297367031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8663220065297367031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8663220065297367031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8663220065297367031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-10-kindness.html' title='Day 10: Kindness'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-4779222783496078472</id><published>2011-03-09T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:30:20.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9: Friends &amp; Trust</title><content type='html'>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Trust is earned ."&lt;br /&gt;"It's hell difficult to earn someone's trust but fuck easy to lose it ."&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[So what is trust ?]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Trust is the confidence conferred to someone to be held liable to an obligation .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my community back in the old days, trust wasn't an issue .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to be too precautious to tell secrets to friends .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to worry about being found out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust didn't weigh as much in the past&amp;nbsp;as it does now .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, I CANNOT trust anyone .&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder why I still do .&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that i've said, have repeatedly been used against me .&lt;br /&gt;And I know whatever I say now WILL be used against me in the future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;[But why the fuck do I still give my trust to people too easily ?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were my opinion of people that wasn't respected by my friends .&lt;br /&gt;Friends .&lt;br /&gt;This is the main issue bridging Friends and Trust: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;There's no real friendship without trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Still, we are friends with each other even though we don't trust each other .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Lets face it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Why is that so ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it has been due to&amp;nbsp;the increasing disparity between Friends and Acquaintances .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Acquaintances; I have aplenty . I will never run out of them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Friends; I can't give a number , because it never stays the same .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I think that i've been willing to turn acquaintances into friends, henceforth I opened myself up to people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;That's why I give them my trust .. because I WANT us to be friends .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I've been taking the first step .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Now I see it clearly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, I know of people who up until now still doesn't trust me .&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed because they didn't want to do the same towards me .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why .. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;but if I were to give an intelligent guess, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;i'll&amp;nbsp;assume that they didn't feel that they were regarded as important to me as they would have&amp;nbsp;want me to .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. it ain't about please everyone . I have to remember that .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, everyone is selfish . But that isn't the main issue of this post .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, this is perplexing .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I want to have many friends, not just acquaintances .&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the day, I learn that I can't have many friends because not many people are as willing as me .&lt;br /&gt;Especially for guys . &lt;br /&gt;Fuck, it's difficult to be a guy -.-&lt;br /&gt;But I will continue to give my trust to people .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, this isn't about Trust, but I don't know how to express myself regarding this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I believe that trust is one issue .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;But what actually&amp;nbsp;bothers me that totally affects my judgement of trust is the things that I say to others .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Now I see it clearly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;It's about my judgement of certain things said to people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I didn't think of the impact that would occur when I said about stuffs to people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;People have the tendency to tell on me .. or anyone else for that matter . It's fun to&amp;nbsp;do that (sarcasm) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I have to accept that fact .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;So from now on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I won't tell anyone about compelling information as easily as I used to .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I've experiences many unnecessary miscommunication with people whom I regarded as friends, but went against me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I will make people whom I want to be friends with Feel important .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Hmm .. Yea, I think that's definitely the underlying issue as to why people don't trust me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;3. I will keep quiet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;It's not that i'll totally not talk, but I will know when to keep quiet from now onwards .. hah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I guess&amp;nbsp;Friendship is a Game of Chess .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do realise that not even once I used the word 'backstabbing' . Aha .. go wonder why .&lt;br /&gt;And of&amp;nbsp;course, the trust issue is too ambiguous . I had to pick a side .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-4779222783496078472?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/4779222783496078472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=4779222783496078472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4779222783496078472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4779222783496078472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-friends-trust.html' title='Day 9: Friends &amp; Trust'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7686172657138011459</id><published>2011-03-08T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T03:04:52.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8: Public's Expectations &amp; Self Principles</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, i've been bombarded by expectations that i'm not willing to fulfill,&lt;br /&gt;but all of which I felt I strongly had to .&lt;br /&gt;Thus being said, I kind of felt .. coerced by the situation .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when i'm feeling pressurized by the public to do something .&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of an example, but I think this will give an idea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;There was strong winds and the flower pot beside me toppled to the ground .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;There were a lot of people around me, but they were at least 10 meters away from me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;They were all looking in my direction .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;They might have look to see just the toppled flower pot , I thought ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;but I can't dismiss the idea that they were looking at me, expecting me to do something .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;So naturally, they would expect me to simply&amp;nbsp;put the flower pot back properly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, they EXPECTED me to do that .&lt;br /&gt;It's not something that i'm obliged to do, because it's not my job to do so .&lt;br /&gt;But being a human being having hands, I could have taken an initiative to do so ..&lt;br /&gt;In a sense speaking&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;," Just help la .. it's not hard, right ? Just put it back up, easy what ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I DON'T HAVE TO FEEL PRESSURIZED TO DO SOMETHING THAT I DON'T LIKE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;So why did I felt so before this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was because I wanted &lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;to be seen&lt;/span&gt; as a helpful guy .&lt;br /&gt;A good guy .&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, you name it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;But did I really do all that &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;due to my principle of taking initiatives &lt;/span&gt;? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am to do something, I should have a reason .&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make sense to do something without reason, irregardless good or bad reasons .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I believe that by acting out due to my principles, I will feel a sense of achievement ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;because I do what I say i'd do .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;That will probably add meaning to my life, because I do something that I&lt;em&gt; believe&lt;/em&gt; in .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;That way, my life will be more fulfilling .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. now I see it clearly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about expectations where my responsibility is concerned ..&lt;br /&gt;because it already is an obligation of mine .&lt;br /&gt;That, I won't complain .&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about situations where I would go like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Later if people see me never do this, how ? They'll think I very the what one."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see ?&lt;br /&gt;It's questions such as the above mentioned that provokes insecurity in a person .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now me, I don't want to have such insecurities about myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I want to do something because I want to and i'm abiding to my principles .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now that's what makes me who I am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Now that's how I can truly know and feel myself for who I actually am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be put in unneccessary dilemmas that would put me out of order .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;I think that to change this aspect of myself, i'll have to start believing in some things .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Henceforth, I have to create my own sound principles .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;1. I will be a nice person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;2. I will be helpful&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;3. I will ask for what I want .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;4. I will be decisive, look forward and be enthusiastic about my decision .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;5. I will weigh the pros and cons before deciding .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;6. I will accept responsibility for my own life and actions .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;7. I will make it a point to learn from key experiences .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;8. I will seek the lesson in any failures, mistakes or setbacks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;9. I will look for the good in every situation .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;10. I won't take drugs .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;11. I will seek feedback .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;12. I will accept constructive criticism .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;13. I will adapt to changes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;14. I will find ways to effectively manage stress .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;15. I will balance personal and school life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;16. I will work effectively without no or little supervision .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;17. I will assume charge of a situation when prompted .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;18. I will follow and trust my intuition .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;19. I will be persistent .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;20. I will be confident .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;21. I will not hold grudges and be forgiving and forget the past .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;22. I will go the extra mile .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;23. I will respect females .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;24. I will take initiatives .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;25. I will give my support to my peers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;26. I will be understanding, caring and sensitive to other people's feelings and emotions .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;27. I will be emotionally and mentally strong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;28. I will be successful .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;29. I will speak up for myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;30. I will be trustworthy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;31. I will be productive .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;32. I will be a healthy individual .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;33. I will&amp;nbsp;adopt a&amp;nbsp;humourous perspective in life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;34. I will be an interesting person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;35. I will be humble .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are more, but i'll discover them soon as I progress through my life .&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7686172657138011459?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7686172657138011459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7686172657138011459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7686172657138011459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7686172657138011459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-publics-expectations-self.html' title='Day 8: Public&apos;s Expectations &amp; Self Principles'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8827873408203501809</id><published>2011-03-07T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:26:23.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Moral Judgements</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;The worst i've heard so far is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you're -----, then you're terrible . All the same what ."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What the FUCK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what you see is what you get, right ??&lt;br /&gt;I believe not .&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the saying,' &lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;Don't judge a book by it's cover&lt;/i&gt;' ?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that such sayings are just a form of humour only now, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Why do people make moral judgements about others ?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Because human beings are Evil .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, bad-mouthing or gossiping about people are fun .&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it, we all do .&lt;br /&gt;Just open up your freaking facebook and look at the News Feed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to make a point that I won't judge people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;People don't like to be judged .&lt;/div&gt;It has been deemed as a negative thing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have tatoos on your arm .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means, you are a person of bad influence .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means, you smoke, behave indecently with the opposite gender etc .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means, your family is messed up .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means, I shouldn't be your friend because I might end up being like him, which I won't want to .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;That means, you don't have a bright future . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a typical example of negative moral judgements .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You pray at least 4 times a day .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means, you are discipline .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means, you have a well-to-do family . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means, you can do well academically .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That means you have a bright future .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a typical example of positive moral judgements .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But look; How often do you get judged positively when you do get judged ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, you are bound to be judged .&lt;br /&gt;One more situation for conviction .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fucking First Impressions .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;People judge you by the way you dress when you first meet them .&lt;br /&gt;The manner that you talk in .&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's all about aesthetics .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I used to make it a point that I won't judge people .&lt;br /&gt;Why did I made it a point ?&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanted to look good in the eye of the public .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a bad reputation .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to tarnish my name as a detestable person due to me making judgements . (Expectation, Day 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Why Shouldn't I Make Judgements ?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;Ay, I SHOULD make judgements about people .&lt;/div&gt;Sounds contradicting yea .&lt;br /&gt;I should make critical moral judgements about people .&lt;br /&gt;That way, I won't be letting any company that I would want to avoid to even have a chance to try and influence me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[So What Shouldn't I Do ?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;I SHOULD NOT TELL OTHER PEOPLE MY JUDGEMENTS ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;People cannot be trusted .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Of course, anyone who will be reading this will follow suit and be inclined to not trust me in the future .&lt;br /&gt;There's this effect that follows once you all read this, but HA .)&lt;br /&gt;People will feel inclined to tell the specific person whom I have passed my personal moral judgements to after i've told them .&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't doubt about this anymore, because it happens ..&lt;br /&gt;It fucking happens la fuck !&lt;br /&gt;So if I were to trust anyone in the future, I should win an award for being The Most Foolish Person There Ever Was .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But, i'm only humam, so I still believe that only a few people can be given my trust . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So i've always been thinking that I shouldn't be making judgements about people .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When other people do, I tend to follow suit and let out my opinion about them .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From now onwards:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. I will make moral judgements about people to get a 'template' off the person .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That will be part of my guideline in choosing friends and whether to uphold a friendship or not .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. I won't openly pass judgement about people .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;3. I won't express my judgements about someone to the person because I know the person WILL be upset and get his self-esteem plunging down however unseeming the person may look .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if i'm not a human, I guess i'll still judge .. critically, not foolishly ."&lt;br /&gt;Now onwards, I won't be influenced by others to make moral judgements about others .&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8827873408203501809?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8827873408203501809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8827873408203501809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8827873408203501809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8827873408203501809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-moral-judgements.html' title='Day 7: Moral Judgements'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-404747327235783706</id><published>2011-03-06T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:44:51.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6: Sense Of Humour</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been two scenarios .&lt;br /&gt;First, I can just open up a conversation with anyone and just talk about anything with anyone .&lt;br /&gt;Second, I don't know what the fuck to talk about when i'm with my friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that i'm inclined to conversations with people whom I don't know or don't know that well .&lt;br /&gt;And with those whom I am close with and known for quite a while, I don't know what topics to conjure .&lt;br /&gt;How come I am able to cordially start a conversation with a stranger, and leaving them with an impression that i'm a friendly guy .&lt;br /&gt;That's right; People describe me as Friendly when they were given one word to do so .&lt;br /&gt;So I'm a friendly person .&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be a friendly person, as people would be more comfortable with a friendly person as compared to one that isn't .&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe that me being void in the mind of interesting topics to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't enough to be friendly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So what if someone is friendly ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody goes to the Funny person at the end of the day .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, guys I know and have seen that stereotypically had somewhat behavioural problems are funny .&lt;br /&gt;No matter how bad he is, people like them .&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that people are attracted to Bad People .&lt;br /&gt;It's fairer to say that people are attracted to Funny People .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usually, Bad People are Funny People .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And Friendly People are Boring People .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Currently, Me= Boring .&lt;br /&gt;So, it's either I remain as what I am and stay boring&lt;br /&gt;or turn for the worst and become funnier naturally .. somehow .&lt;br /&gt;But it is practical ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I can be both Friendly and Funny at the same time ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I doubted myself too much .. yea, i'm funny at times .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;But I have to criticize myself critically now &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;i style="color: #e06666;"&gt; I'm not as funny as my peers . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want to have a better sense of humour, so that I can my value will increase thus people will keep me as their friends .&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;... Maybe I shouldn't be selfish .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;[Why Do I Want To Be Funny ?" ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. I want to have a better sense of humour so that I can help to create a positive work environment .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. I want to have a better sense of humour so that I can improve communication with my peers .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. I want to have a better sense of humour so that I can help build better team work and promote creativity .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. I want to have a better sense of humour so that I can release personal tension and reduce conflict .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. I want to have a better sense of humour so that I can help to develop good relationships with people .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. I want to have a better sense of humour so that I can raise my self esteem to be liked and be remembered for .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;7. I wan to have a better sense of humour so that I can become more optimistic, to laugh more so that I can have fun &lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We all need fun to live .&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like Lame Jokes and I laugh to such jokes when being spoken .&lt;br /&gt;But lets face it : &lt;i&gt;People will give you &lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt;That Look&lt;/b&gt; when you say out something that is generally deemed as Lame .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a horrible sight to see, especially when it's directed to myself .&lt;br /&gt;People are not as kind as me, because they won't thank you or even attempt to laugh &lt;i&gt;with you&lt;/i&gt; just to show that your efforts are appreciated .&lt;br /&gt;It's a cruel world out there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So What Is Funny ?]&lt;br /&gt;Funny faces .&lt;br /&gt;Outrageousness .&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculousness . &lt;br /&gt;Spontaneity .&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected .&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about the opposite sex .&lt;br /&gt;Etc . &lt;br /&gt;(Edited) Stereotyped-self-degrading-humour .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to see my environment in a &lt;u&gt;Humorous Perspective&lt;/u&gt; .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hence, that is all I need to cultivate my sense of humour, &lt;u&gt;A Humourous Mindset &lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;If I believe something is funny, I must be confident enough to laugh it out and express it .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-404747327235783706?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5594302428825825897</id><published>2011-03-05T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T18:57:17.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: Love and Girls</title><content type='html'>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plenty of crushes on girls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there have been only two girls that I have ever loved .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I loved those two girls but just was infactuated by the other 7 girls ?&lt;br /&gt;There were all pretty girls .&lt;br /&gt;Of the 7 girls whom I had crushes on, all of which I only knew on the surface .&lt;br /&gt;But the 2 girls whom I loved , I knew them .&lt;br /&gt;I happened to spend a large amount of time with them, enough to get to know them well .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for me, Love blossoms from an interest in a girl after spending time with her, enough to get to know them well .&lt;br /&gt;I felt comfortable being around them .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel the need to act as the coolest guy with them .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can do anything with any of them in my mind at any one moment .&lt;br /&gt;I felt blessed .. but I feel a tinge of discomfort at the same time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"After having her as my girlfriend, what's next ?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I used to ask myself this question often while I was in a relationship with my first ex .&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful .&lt;br /&gt;She had a great personality .&lt;br /&gt;She shared the same level of emotional intelligence and humour with me, to say the least .&lt;br /&gt;But I asked myself that question before I decided to have a romantic relationship with the second girl whom I loved .&lt;br /&gt;Well .. due to that question, I never did get into a relationship with her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was that uncertainty that made me apprehensive to make the same mistake again ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yea, again .&lt;br /&gt;I broke off with my first ex who was the most wonderful girl at that moment because I wasn't sure .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure of what to with her .&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure of what to do to her .&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I wasn't even sure of what to do without her .&lt;br /&gt;So it was like, it matters when she's in my life ..&lt;br /&gt;because she enabled me to know what teenage love felt like ..&lt;br /&gt;and because I could have lived without her .. do you get it ?&lt;br /&gt;If I could live without someone, then i wouldn't Need that person in my life, right ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not .. because I would have Wanted her in my life . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #999999;"&gt;So why would I want her ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so sorry, my dear girl .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You were all a boy could ever ask for .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I told you I loved you because of the things that we've been through together .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was because of time .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was because of us being in the same cca together,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;participating in the same activities together,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;getting punished together .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know whether Time forms a strong basis to love someone ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but until this day, I have never dismissed you from my mind .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cuz basically, you were my First Love, damn it !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;.. All that was and is true .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But ... I didn't know why I needed you in my life .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a question I should have asked before getting down on my right knee, taking your hand, looking into your eyes and pop the question ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was 3.44pm on my watch and 3.42pm on your watch .. and together, we made it official: 3.43pm . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now that you're gone .. Yea, it was one of my biggest regrets of my life .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Letting you go .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you've moved on already .. wayyy ahead from me .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've got people in your life who matters dearly to you .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can do without me .. you can do without me now ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know whatever i've written here won't get to reach your eyes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but does it even matter to you if you do get to see this ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That, I can't answer myself .. because it has to come from You .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess that it was the right thing to do .. To not do something . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yea, I didn't ask for stead with the second girl whom I love, even after long procrastination . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had always wanted to get to know her more .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I can conclude that .. she doesn't know herself much either to answer my questions .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't blame her for that .. I totally understand the similar situation that she was in .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know, I loved you because of the things we have been through together .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They weren't much but , &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sending you home .. Sending a girl home . Do you know what it means to me ? Sending a girl home ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Going overseas while the thought of you drived me to not remain flaccid in the cold climate .. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Getting harangued in public by your mother .. Do you know how worried I was for you ? Do you ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Staying true to me despite people shitting on me .. Do you know how much I appreciate someone like you ? Do you ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But then again, I know that whatever that i've written here won't get to reach your eyes ,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but does it even matter to you if you do get to read this ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That, I can't answer myself .. because it has to come from You .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have no idea what are in each of their minds .&lt;br /&gt;One of whom I avoid and the other of whom I am being avoided by .&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;My life is transitioning into a different area now, Polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;We are now in different worlds .&lt;br /&gt;It's something I resent .. but I have to go now, considering that i do not have anything to do with their lives .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[What do I really want ?]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having a girlfriend isn't just about Love, for love is knowing someone well and deeply enough to be emotionally attached . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's also about actually Wanting that person .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why would I want a girlfriend ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I don't want to appear demanding, but i'm just making it clear that..) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. I want a girlfriend who wants a Guy because I want a girl to make me feel like a Guy, not just a matured Boy .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. I want a girlfriend who listens to my sorrows because I want a girl whom I can trust and take comfort in when i'm feeling down .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. I want a girlfriend who is willing to help me find solutions to problems because I know that I can rely on her at times when I can't think clearly .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. I want a girlfriend who is a Lady because I have been upholding myself as a true Gentleman, and so shall I deserve her .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. I want a girlfriend who wants to have fun with me because she believes in contributing to establish mutual efforts to evoke fun in the relationship .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. I want a girlfriend who will take the lead in the relationship at times because I know that our relationship won't stop to a halt when i'm in doubts about Us .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. I want a girlfriend who can make me laugh or even attempt to do so to cheer me up because I will appreciate her efforts and I will do the same . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. I want a girlfriend who will be by my side irregardless of situation because I will always be there for her, even if situation doesn't permit .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. I want a girlfriend who won't expect too much of her boyfriend because I can't beat guys who are funnier, more good-looking and richer .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. I want a girlfriend who doesn't think she's queen by having a boyfriend because I won't adhere to her being spoilt when I give my life up to her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;11. I want a girlfriend who can make me a better person because only then will the relationship be worthwhile .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that i'm too demanding, read again to see that my wants are reasonable .&lt;br /&gt;And what makes a good boyfriend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That, I can't answer myself .. because it has to come from You .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5594302428825825897?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5594302428825825897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5594302428825825897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5594302428825825897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5594302428825825897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5-love-and-girls.html' title='Day 5: Love and Girls'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5980075541789719990</id><published>2011-03-04T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T14:21:13.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4: Holding Onto My Guns</title><content type='html'>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I'm was listening to "I'm Not Afraid" by Eminem on my Ipod Touch .&lt;br /&gt;I typed in the lyrics in my ipod, so as to get a visual reference as i'm listening to the song .&lt;br /&gt;Azaek, my colleague, came right up to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A: "Can I see and listen too ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;S: "Sure ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A: "Eh, it's not '.. but you can't take the sting out these words before I lay em' ' la .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;It's '.. but you can't take this things out these words before I lay em' .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;S: "Really ? But I heard differently ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A"Really la, really ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;S: "Okay, i'm changing it ." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this situation, I had the lyrics typed down by myself as I slowly listened to the song .&lt;br /&gt;I felt impassioned that what I had was the right one, and what he heard was wrong .&lt;br /&gt;Though, I felt a sense of fear because if I were to be wrong, I would feel ashamed .. paisey/malu .&lt;br /&gt;My waivering confidence of myself led me to follow his judgements instead of sticking to my guns .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my line made more sense than his .&lt;br /&gt;Even then, I was scared to say that what i've typed was the correct one .&lt;br /&gt;I was scared to say that he was wrong .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how to act if I were to tell him that he was wrong whilst standing my ground .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;What was the problem ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;I was afraid to stand up for my own judgements .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I was easily persuaded .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was I too afraid to stand up for myself in that instance ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was scared that he wouldn't want to be on good terms with me if I had disagreed with him .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I had wanted to keep people whom I want to be on good terms with as many as possible ..&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I hardly had friends back at my workplace .. And I was bullied often .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was afraid to stand up to the bully himself .. Everyone at my workplace were the physical type .&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than me .. Tatoos .. Gangsters ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the bottomline is, I Was Afraid .&lt;br /&gt;What an irony to the song listened to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I want to change myself]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't want to be afraid in such situations anymore .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to be brave enough to say out my opposing views to anyone irregardless of situation .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want myself to be in such a case where if there's something which I think is right, I will adhere to it .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5980075541789719990?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5980075541789719990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5980075541789719990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5980075541789719990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5980075541789719990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-5.html' title='Day 4: Holding Onto My Guns'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7628273506589807030</id><published>2011-03-03T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:28:48.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Waiting</title><content type='html'>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Is there ever a moment in my life where I didn't wait for someone or anything ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;What have I been waiting for ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure is that I have been waiting for the perfect girl to come along .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, finding a girlfriend to last isn't an easy feat .&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I want; A girlfriend to last with .&lt;br /&gt;I remember I have like 10 or 11 reasons as to why I want a girlfriend .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;But until now, there isn't any .&lt;br /&gt;And look at yourself now; You're still single .&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that man ?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for my father to make millions .&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for my sister to make millions .&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for my mother to make thousands .&lt;br /&gt;That way, I won't have to work .&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to struggle for money, as they would provide me with the dough .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa . What the fuck .&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I doubt they will .&lt;br /&gt;And look at yourself now; You're still not rich .&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that man ?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for National Service .&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't like the idea of waking up in the morning everyday for PT,&lt;br /&gt;it's definitely going to make me tougher and increase my body mass .&lt;br /&gt;That would surely push my BMI further away from the underweight area .&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's like 3 years away .&lt;br /&gt;And look at yourself now; You're still weak and physiqueless .&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that man ?&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for a friend whom I can really have crazy fun with .&lt;br /&gt;That way, I don't think i'd need any more friends . Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;But ay, has anyone been approaching you ?&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no .&lt;br /&gt;And look at yourself now; You're still void of fun friendships .&lt;br /&gt;What's up with that man ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, waiting and more waiting ..&lt;br /&gt;Even if i'm not waiting for any of the above mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;i'd be waiting&amp;nbsp; for something interesting to occur in my relatively mundane life .&lt;br /&gt;Know what ? &lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;even have&amp;nbsp;been waiting for a briefcase containing stacks of money to appear out of nowhere too !&lt;br /&gt;For goodness' sake ! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck&amp;nbsp;man ?&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting my whole life for such things that until now, very little have come around .&lt;br /&gt;I feel disappointed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;It feels that the more I wait, the more lifeless I become .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The more lazy I get .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The more thoughtless I become .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Waiting just saps out the life out of you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to ask myself this question .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it really worth the while to wait for such things ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm ..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why not ?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be crazy happy if I were to find the briefcase full of money .&lt;br /&gt;I'll be&amp;nbsp;elated if I have a nice Guy physique .&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy if my family gets rich .&lt;br /&gt;Come on, who doesn't ?&lt;br /&gt;But ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;What are the chances that all that will ever happen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOW LA SIAL ! LOW !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOW CLOSE TO ZERO LA FUCK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Gosh, I need to wake up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that's right .&lt;br /&gt;I need to DO something .&lt;br /&gt;If not, I won't be able to even taste any of what I want .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah .&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of anticipating 'money to fall from the sky' is enticing, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;But how often does such things happen ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;And how often does opportunities come knocking on your door ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom dude, seldom .&lt;br /&gt;So .. i'll conclude now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[I Want To Change Myself]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I realise that I am not likely to get anything that I want if I don't do something about it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;And by doing something means actually DOING something, and not doing something by waiting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;1. I will accept the fact that waiting doesn't get me anything . Not even the slightest chance .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;2. I want to get myself to get up and go . Go find the friends that I want . Go work to become rich . Go workout to get a great physique .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;3. I will not believe in luck .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;4. I will create my own opportunities .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;"I'm an able-bodied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;I can achieve what I want ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;-Shahrul Andean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7628273506589807030?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7628273506589807030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7628273506589807030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7628273506589807030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7628273506589807030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-3-waiting.html' title='Day 3: Waiting'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3251396217217174491</id><published>2011-03-02T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:34:47.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Private World</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;.. Let the hiatus commence .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to disappear for a while .&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn silent from the people whom I know of .&lt;br /&gt;This time, I really wanna change .&lt;br /&gt;I've deactivated my Facebook account .&lt;br /&gt;I've made this blog private, so only I can read this blog .&lt;br /&gt;I will not reply to messages sent to me .&lt;br /&gt;With the exception of my family members and a friend or two,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;i'm basically shutting myself off from the world .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I really want to change myself .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know myself .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my ideals are .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I were to be in any particular situation, would I abide by my principles .&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what my principles are .&lt;br /&gt;I know that i've been exuding a facade .. all in the name of looking good to the public .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my true character is .&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do acts such that I would be looked upon as good by the public's eye .&lt;br /&gt;I feel fake .&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know how fake feels like .&lt;br /&gt;I can't have every single quality and attributes of mine doubted intensively .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I need to make them distinct and clear to myself, not anybody else yet .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many aspects that I want to improve myself in .&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't know where to start .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, even if so, I will need a lot of&amp;nbsp;time .&lt;br /&gt;I think .. I want to take at least a month's worth of 'holiday' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a recluse now, I believe that the only pressure to impress anyone is but myself .&lt;br /&gt;Hm, yea . I think I know how to get this ball rolling .&lt;br /&gt;I need to have a set of beliefs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what would be my beliefs ?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3251396217217174491?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3251396217217174491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3251396217217174491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3251396217217174491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3251396217217174491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2.html' title='Day 2: Private World'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3239573352378341165</id><published>2011-03-01T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T00:09:43.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Goodbye .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3239573352378341165?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3239573352378341165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3239573352378341165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3239573352378341165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3239573352378341165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7658502069219813339</id><published>2011-02-28T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:18:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My HD Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;.. Forget friends . All I need is someone that actually cares .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, lil sis .&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what going down in my life now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I feel extremely miserable .&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of the days when I was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Hopelessly Depressed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore the reason as to why I am .&lt;br /&gt;I hope these words are simple enough for you to understand .&lt;br /&gt;I just need a friend now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your friends .&lt;br /&gt;I overheard what they were talking about .&lt;br /&gt;I know that you know better,&lt;br /&gt;but I just want to ask you to think about their words first .&lt;br /&gt;Think first, before doing .&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: "If you want to make your guy happy and love you, do what he wants to do ."&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: "If he likes to 'play', then should I play ?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: "Yea ."&lt;br /&gt;NO . Remember to always respect yourself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;I've been putting in tremendous amount of effort into something .&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it would prove useful in the future for me ..&lt;br /&gt;That's something that I have to look forward to .&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a Book of Rhymes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;I seriously doubt that I can go anywhere by the route of rapping .&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, hardly anybody see my vision, share my interest .&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Singapore ain't the place to be .. I think even&amp;nbsp;Asia ain't the place to be .&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's something that will always remain as a hobby .&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up, dude .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... haha ..&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who's in the same situation as me .&lt;br /&gt;I spend almost all of my time everyday writing raps .&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen the recent one that I just posted titled &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Love To Waste&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud of my work .. but I guess something ain't to be proud of when nobody recognizes it .&lt;br /&gt;It's a truly horrendous feeling when you strongly believe in something that can make it big,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not given the opportunity to do so .&lt;br /&gt;People just dismiss it .&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get better in this skill of mine while i'm in this state of diconsolation .&lt;br /&gt;Like my friend posted&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;," I'm gonna study soo hard that i'll be smarter than all of you ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it ain't exactly what he said, but the essence is there .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I truly feel his words .&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you're like a brother to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7658502069219813339?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7658502069219813339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7658502069219813339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7658502069219813339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7658502069219813339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-hd-life.html' title='My HD Life'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-9194885232352795848</id><published>2011-02-27T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:49:43.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap: Love To Waste</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Rap: Love To Waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Verse 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'm looking at us now and I can't believe what I am seeing though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;when I look out the window, all I see at night is the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;now we aint what we were, we used to have a thing girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;do you know that just for you i've been keeping myself single ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I don't know why I liked you, when did it even started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I used to send you home before I went off, but now it's been months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;remember when we went our seperate ways and parted ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;you simply bid goodbye, it fucking left me broken hearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;just what was it that didn't feel right, I hope you'd tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;cuz what you say and how you act around me doesn't tally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;and what the hell we barely even keep in touch anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;and I thought your, absence would heal me like time, well so much for the cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I just want an afternoon with you fore' I either move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;or decide to be your boyfriend if not, i'll put my shoes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;cuz I can't keep going on like this, and neither could you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;we can't just be left hanging, it's bad for our own good, Boo ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Verse 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I know that the freedom issue for you has always been tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;i'm willing to wear one, so tell your dad that you are going out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;with someone wearing a Tudung and hope the hint might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;get you his approval into giving your the greenlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;of course it was just a joke the moment when I told you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;but i'm starting to lose hope, so I guess the idea ain't too bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;how hard is it to spend time between a special girl and a guy so rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I won't ask you to tell your father the idea cuz it's a lie so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;you're the one I want to be with so why shouldn't I care ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;my arms are wide open for you so why wouldn't you dare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;to give me some of your time, like how I did for mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;if I didn't want you in my mind, why i'd bother putting you there ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;you may&amp;nbsp;not have&amp;nbsp;seen me from all perspectives like i've seen you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;but it's my choice to put my heart, soul, effort and all that in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;with everything that we've been through, I feel that we deserve a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;in each other's hearts, and I don't want to throw this love to waste ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-9194885232352795848?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2168175053321711663</id><published>2011-02-26T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:48:32.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving A Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;... Take a picture&amp;nbsp;with everyone you know; I only saw the mirror .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let out my disappointments, before I start to look at them from different perspectives .&lt;br /&gt;I resent that my sister didn't help me with anything regarding my enrolment into my polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;As a sister, I just had the expectation of her OFFERING me help instead of me ASKING for help .&lt;br /&gt;At least i'll have that memory of my sister having helped me when I enrol into polytechnic .. you feel ?&lt;br /&gt;With my current standings to her, my requests would be and have been dismissed as if unimportant .&lt;br /&gt;I just want people to listen to me when I need help&amp;nbsp;.. and do something useful to help me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. I can't really expect my parents to help out much .&lt;br /&gt;They can't even read what's on the papers despite being literate . It's just the small words .&lt;br /&gt;Sure I can read to them, but that's not the point .&lt;br /&gt;Even so, might as well I do everything myself . &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's pretty confusing and daunting handling all those important documents but ..&lt;br /&gt;It's more efficient and I wouldn't be bound to parental guilt . Whatever that means .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. basically, I came to complete everything largely by my efforts .&lt;br /&gt;Like going to the school itself and asking hell a lot of questions,&lt;br /&gt;up to the point where the staff members had that stress look on them .&lt;br /&gt;Lol .. hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't really blame my sister .&lt;br /&gt;She's busy . She's lethargic . She's busy with her life .&lt;br /&gt;She's a good sister all in all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Hmm .. I really have to be independent now onwards .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is it .&lt;br /&gt;I'm a muslim .&lt;br /&gt;My living on Earth is just temporary .&lt;br /&gt;There's a bigger picture .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i'll part from this world ..&lt;br /&gt;but I don't feel like doing so leaving behind just a tombstone and grave with my name on it .&lt;br /&gt;I want something bigger ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about deeper .. deep and meaningful feelings and issue has largely lost their meanings in today's generation .&lt;br /&gt;Hence ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I want to leave a legacy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what and how .&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't apply ..&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, I finally believe those who told me their answers)&lt;br /&gt;Some things .. aren't meant to be planned .&lt;br /&gt;I think it's better to plan such ambitions .. but this is Life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Things happen .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that i'll be quite busy once polytechnic starts .&lt;br /&gt;This is the deal for me .&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to make friends .&lt;br /&gt;It's just almost impossible to make truly good friends .&lt;br /&gt;Like secondary school,&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel like it's all back to square one the moment I graduated .&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, I still remember Graduation Day back at the school hall .. It was hell bitter for me .)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a couple of messages with those few people left .. but i'm not sure about my views on friends anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are friends ?&lt;br /&gt;Basically .. I think it's:&lt;br /&gt;The people who have interactions with you that are enrolled in the same institution and &lt;br /&gt;only throughout the whole duration for as long as you do .&lt;br /&gt;We all have ambitions .. we all have personal goals .. so I have to understand .&lt;br /&gt;What I reallyy wanted didn't tally with almost most of em .&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really am giving a long sigh on this .&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, people change .&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't .. generally haven't feel the practical need to do so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2168175053321711663?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2168175053321711663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2168175053321711663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2168175053321711663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2168175053321711663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/leaving-legacy.html' title='Leaving A Legacy'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5513904068385687178</id><published>2011-02-22T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T18:45:22.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap Draft: Personal Race</title><content type='html'>Rap Draft: Personal Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds too simple .&lt;br /&gt;My god .&lt;br /&gt;But it tells the whole story well .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I walked towards the door and wore my running shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;but I found only one, it was supposed to come in twos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;what's one without the other so it can't be used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;and I wore my old pair;&amp;nbsp;it was the only one to choose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;from before I step out the door and went on straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;to the stadium for my event; oh but wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I had to take a cab because&amp;nbsp;I was almost late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I arrived in the nick of time before they closed the gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I looked upon myself with the winners' trait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;"Just 800 meters" was all that was in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I got myself ready in the marked position&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;but it better start soon, my thumbs were red from the&amp;nbsp;heat burns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I ran upon hearing the bang from the pistol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;my eyes turned straight to glass and cracked&amp;nbsp;as if brittle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;I moved, accelerated and picked up my pace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138;"&gt;there were no one else but me, it was a personal race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Yea I broke my current record but listen closely, I muttered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"It ain't something to be proud of,"; I'm back to where I started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;My body, from the feet to the hands, felt aweakened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and not even the slightest bit I felt any sense of achievement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;don't know why sometimes it feels no matter how hard I try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I feel i'm still going nowhere; That's the butt to my cries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I can stop to give up or continue to go for it&lt;br /&gt;if I choose the latter, then I got to keep looking forward .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5513904068385687178?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5513904068385687178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5513904068385687178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5513904068385687178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5513904068385687178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/rap-draft-personal-race.html' title='Rap Draft: Personal Race'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2748932358141629812</id><published>2011-02-22T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:23:13.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;.. for I want to be the answers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;My 555th post .&lt;br /&gt;What is emotions ?&lt;br /&gt;How can emotions affect you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was younger, I was happy .&lt;br /&gt;Even if I was sad, it wasn't dragged for long .&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I think being sad and putting myself down will ..&lt;br /&gt;actually pull myself down .&lt;br /&gt;That's when you'll start being, slow .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about other people, but me:&lt;br /&gt;I feel slow .&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I can't think fast, I generally think slow .&lt;br /&gt;I'm oblivious to the dangers in any surroundings .&lt;br /&gt;What the .&lt;br /&gt;So I feel discouraged .&lt;br /&gt;Then I would feel even slower .&lt;br /&gt;And it repeats .&lt;br /&gt;(I think this is where all the "Nie la, setan dah hasot kau" talk by adults enters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example .&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I went to hang out with a friend .&lt;br /&gt;We played guitar .. yeah .&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, we suddenly freestyle rap .&lt;br /&gt;Man, that was what i've been wanting to do in my life; To freestyle with a friend .&lt;br /&gt;He's not totally rap and word play nazi like me but ..&lt;br /&gt;He was actually better than me in most aspects.&lt;br /&gt;My god . I felt small .&lt;br /&gt;I went home after that contemplating whether I should even further my interest for rap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that i'm not half the person whom I used to be .&lt;br /&gt;That i'm not as good as how I was a couple of years ago .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Maybe I should quit thinking about&amp;nbsp;how i'm not and instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;how I am now and what can I do from here onwards to improve myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that,&lt;br /&gt;if I can learn something from what i've been through in recent years,&lt;br /&gt;is that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;negative emotions WILL kill a person slowly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's even worst than death being shot by .&lt;br /&gt;I think that living with negative emotions is living in misery .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative emotions are so strong that &lt;br /&gt;me having been depressed has made me wanting to be sunk even&amp;nbsp;deeper into the abyss of self destruction .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm . So what about positive emotions ?&lt;br /&gt;What counts as a positive emotion ?&lt;br /&gt;Would positive emotions give the same drive towards improvement,&lt;br /&gt;just as how negative emotions gives the drive towards devastation ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the answers ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2748932358141629812?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2748932358141629812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2748932358141629812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2748932358141629812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2748932358141629812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/negative-emotions.html' title='Negative Emotions'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-786099690145803773</id><published>2011-02-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:32:22.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equal Intellect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... And that's how you find out something from a person without asking . Ahahaaa .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;So here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my day off with an old friend ..&lt;br /&gt;We met in the morning and went for breakfast .&lt;br /&gt;The breakfast we had ..&lt;br /&gt;Thosei and teh susu .&lt;br /&gt;Man, it totally beats western fancy crusine man !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was doing my stuffs when I inadvertently encouraged a conversation on facebook .&lt;br /&gt;It was my good ol' friend .&lt;br /&gt;I would like to describe him .. but if I do,&lt;br /&gt;it would sound as if he's not in this world anymore .&lt;br /&gt;Why ? Because its those things that you would say about someone who's already gone .&lt;br /&gt;He asked whether we could meet .&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, he had this problem ..&lt;br /&gt;Literally, a question with no answers .&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck do you answer such questions ?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;So an hour went by .. followed by another .. and another ..&lt;br /&gt;By the time we realised, it's almost 4 hours .&lt;br /&gt;My god .&lt;br /&gt;The discussion that we had was intense .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dude, that's how life is .&lt;br /&gt;At least by having that 4 hours talk,&lt;br /&gt;you understand yourself better now .&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you in 10 years from now ayte, Lawyer (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2010, I made a new year resolution of appreciating the people around me .&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;It was well worth the effort .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, many wasn't worth my fucking effort .&lt;br /&gt;But I can start seeing the seeds that i've sown sprouting .&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm a new story from now onwards,&lt;br /&gt;i'll take you guys to enjoy life with me soon .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we are not related by blood, but I love you guys ..(No homo though)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I even bothered doing the fucking things that i've done for you all .&lt;br /&gt;(Okay la, I would still bother even if otherwise . Why ? Ahahahaa ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm . I kinda did learn a couple of things from him .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying him, but some people are soo proud of being an introvert .&lt;br /&gt;That's just a template; I'm sure of you know what I mean ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I have soo much to say .&lt;br /&gt;They come, they go .&lt;br /&gt;They're here with you as friends, but you know your true standing to them .&lt;br /&gt;What is it about time that ..&lt;br /&gt;Man, the more friends I make,&lt;br /&gt;the more reluctant I feel to say things on my own blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm experiencing what only some people have went through .&lt;br /&gt;But I contemplated that it's better not to say it out .&lt;br /&gt;Lol, even with you being with such people, they wouldn't tell you either .&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why such issues that i'm referring about shouldn't be made public .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely need a new blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-786099690145803773?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/786099690145803773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=786099690145803773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/786099690145803773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/786099690145803773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/equal-intellect.html' title='Equal Intellect'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2029565473967857047</id><published>2011-02-19T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T21:54:29.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granade</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;.. Revel in your delight .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna get this out first .&lt;br /&gt;I just wish some people won't be too spiteful .&lt;br /&gt;Bear a grudge that destroys years of work just to bond .&lt;br /&gt;Even I could forgive that guy .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just the better guy .&lt;br /&gt;Nah, not maybe .&lt;br /&gt;This time, i'm definitely am the better guy .&lt;br /&gt;My god .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's what is really is .&lt;br /&gt;I've been going out on the regular .&lt;br /&gt;As in, everyday .&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that myself .&lt;br /&gt;I guess the phrase,&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9; color: #45818e;"&gt;" Get out there and get things done "&lt;/span&gt; has a meaning to me now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I want to stop working actively .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it totally has taken it's toll on me .&lt;br /&gt;I understand now why it is deemed that there are not many kind people in this world .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though hey, I have a passive job .&lt;br /&gt;It's .. to build up my body physically (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm even being given 5 months to do so !&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, it's a job)&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i'm a toned guy .. though a lil bit slim .&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind, cuz I attained the height first before the width .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaaa .&lt;br /&gt;Now onwards, allow me to expand myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot whether i've said this, but i'm gonna do it again anyway .&lt;br /&gt;I can feel people .&lt;br /&gt;I'm not showing off as I won't consider myself well astute with this quality .&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I can just know how you are actually feeling .&lt;br /&gt;What your intentions are .&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is at the back of your mind towards me .&lt;br /&gt;What your doubts are about me .&lt;br /&gt;It could just be that i'm just reading you, not actually feeling .&lt;br /&gt;But that isn't the matter now .&lt;br /&gt;Because .. I just want to ask this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;" ..... Just what is it ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that you are giving yourself away, if you have something to hide ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think your eyes that you laid upon me even when I can't see you speak out aloud ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, i'm not directing this to anyone .&lt;br /&gt;... I don't know whether to next&amp;nbsp;say ," Not anymore ." &lt;br /&gt;or," As things would get awkward ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeaa .&lt;br /&gt;Bruno Mars' Granade .&lt;br /&gt;I can totally relate to that .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, broken romantic relationships are meant to say," Move on " .&lt;br /&gt;There's no official definition of what is considered having moved on .&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know whether i've actually done so or not .&lt;br /&gt;But this question has been always lingering in my mind ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;"Just, what happened to you now ? .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a bitter melody to it .&lt;br /&gt;Your memories have been etched at the back of my mind, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;like pictures being super-glued on the mirror .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, mirror . For when I reflect on myself, I see you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside all that,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna end off this post talking about this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;I miss you, Boo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I might be the most foolish guy to say that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I don't really know just what is it with you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;It's like, I thought it was&amp;nbsp;but then again I doubt that now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I didn't meet you then for I know that you wouldn't be ready .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I didn't call you anymore for I know you wouldn't be able to answer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I don't know anymore why I even like you .. i'm sure there are more reasons than just&amp;nbsp;us having a shared history (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;But be assured that the message I sent you was how I truly feel ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;The real deal .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I just feel .. macam tak betol . Macam tak kene . Macam bodoh gitu .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;(Man, I know I sound soo like a lovesick fool . Ahahaa .&amp;nbsp;It's okay, just revel in your delight .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;It's been a year .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I've been giving utmost deliberation to us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I'm sure you might have noticed it by now, i've been tentative about having you in my life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I'm serious when I think about these issues .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;(Hey, such matters need such attention for&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't consider a serious relationship lightly .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Right now, I have no idea how to hint you into reading this .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Like how I never knew your blog even exist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;is synonymous to the concern that I have that we both would just,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;live our own seperate lives without even knowing how we truly feel towards each other .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;I can't settle for that . I don't feel that i've moved on like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I express myself through poetry and raps,&lt;br /&gt;i've been composing a piece&amp;nbsp;about my longing to be .&lt;br /&gt;How&amp;nbsp;wistful, I am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I would, publish it soon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;br /&gt;(You know guys, it's difficult to be in my position under such circumstances . Careful choice of words is&amp;nbsp;imperative..)&lt;br /&gt;That's why, you need to know what you really want .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2029565473967857047?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2029565473967857047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2029565473967857047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2029565473967857047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2029565473967857047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/granade.html' title='Granade'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-6105545143679209633</id><published>2011-02-16T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:17:56.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebonded</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;.. A step at a time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel high . Hyped up .&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to blog about now,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna stretch my mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I had my hair rebonded .&lt;br /&gt;Cheers !&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to try something new .&lt;br /&gt;So far, i'm liking my new hair now .&lt;br /&gt;This is yet another leap forward for me .&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa .&lt;br /&gt;It did felt different .. for I used to apply wax before I leave house during my secondary school days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I don't feel like myself anymore lately .&lt;br /&gt;External forces really do affect your focus .&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright, i'm gonna use these opportunities to tune myself up .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa, there are sooo many things that I wanna say .&lt;br /&gt;To let it out .&lt;br /&gt;But these thoughts I have, will not be a good idea to expose to the public .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just feel like listening to music and think deep about what's bothering me .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you don't have to know this .&lt;br /&gt;But i've always been ..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. Then again, I think it's a bad idea to make my blog open to&amp;nbsp;public .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright . Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-6105545143679209633?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/6105545143679209633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=6105545143679209633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6105545143679209633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6105545143679209633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/rebonded.html' title='Rebonded'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-6843488849385335135</id><published>2011-02-14T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:05:44.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to those who celebrate it (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what&amp;nbsp;it is .&lt;br /&gt;I've just posted the rap that i've collaborated with my friend Fa'iz Zakaria .&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; color: #134f5c;"&gt;Best I Ever Had&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Check it out on facebook, it's on both of our profiles .&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to tell us what you think of it, for we know it's dope .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaa, arrogant sey . Hehehe .&lt;br /&gt;Nah, just messing with you all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, it's Valentine's Day .&lt;br /&gt;We all know about the keycho that Malays have been mengeboh-hebohkan .&lt;br /&gt;"Valentine's Day ? Haram !!"&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;"Valentine's Day tau celebrate, tapi Hari nabi sendiri tak tau -.- "&lt;br /&gt;or .. well, you know the deal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what ?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky the day .. nah, not day, the past week for that matter ... is over .&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel fucking sick of people&amp;nbsp;keep saying that,&lt;br /&gt;" It's Valentine's Day ? So what ? "&lt;br /&gt;or giving all those faces and saying as if they have utmost disgust to the day .&lt;br /&gt;If you were Christian, &lt;br /&gt;how the fuck would you feel if people of&amp;nbsp;another race&amp;nbsp;say that of one of the celebrated days in your religion ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't saying shit but&lt;br /&gt;all I want to&amp;nbsp;express is the disgust that I feel when all of those is said .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;"Suddenly everybody is an imam yea? &amp;nbsp;-.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;(Edited: okay okay fine, ustazs and ustazahs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we get it . It's haram .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Just be happy for those who celebrate this day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lot more of ," eyh V day this lah that lah," instead of ,&lt;br /&gt;" oh, It's good lah for them . Hope they have a good and&amp;nbsp;joyous one (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't perfect, &lt;br /&gt;but I just want to point out this poor attitude of people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Only know how to express disgust instead of being happy for the other party when such situations call for .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a different view from what you might have expected from a muslim .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one final thing .&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that in Saudi Arabia, there was a black market discovered for selling roses and wrapping paper in 2008 .&lt;br /&gt;Lol, black markets were even resorted to for the purchase of roses and wrapping paper .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's veer from that topic .&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Channel News 5 Tonight and again, the topic of Valentine's Day .&lt;br /&gt;There&amp;nbsp;was a competition commenced of liplocking for the longest time possible ..&lt;br /&gt;and it still is going on as I am typing now .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaaa, I thought I just saw two male participants doing so together .&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with it .. it's just that you don't see that often .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story from The Parliament .&lt;br /&gt;"It is against the law to deny employees of their sick leave despite in festive seasons ."&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so there have been people who were denied sick leave despite in festive seasons .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. yea . I understand both sides .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like watching News 5 Tonight .&lt;br /&gt;So many interesting and relevant news that I can get to know about .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what ?&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna continue further at the moment .&lt;br /&gt;Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-6843488849385335135?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/6843488849385335135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=6843488849385335135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6843488849385335135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6843488849385335135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8472048510055388536</id><published>2011-02-13T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:55:50.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrogance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;Protein .. Shakes .. and more Herbalife .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty busy lately ..&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaa, busy going out .&lt;br /&gt;I've been out to Vivo .. Town ..&lt;br /&gt;Once a awhile, we all got to do our shopping, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that for girls, it won't be a matter cuz you all are definitely gonna shop on the regular ..&lt;br /&gt;Even on hyper-regular for some !&lt;br /&gt;For guys, well .. i'm not sure about guys nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;For me, I don't pay too much attention to shopping as I always have my focus on other things .&lt;br /&gt;Though once&amp;nbsp;a while, I gotta make sure that my wardrobe is well stocked up .&lt;br /&gt;Currently, all is good .&lt;br /&gt;Though all that is required is a black pair of jeans ... and a black, leather jacket .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't just wear clothings for fun .&lt;br /&gt;I want the things that I wear to 'say' something ..&lt;br /&gt;To give people the impression of the kind of person I am .&lt;br /&gt;At times, I got called a MatRep ..&lt;br /&gt;It's really an insult to me .&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the world is what it is: There is a whole bunch of narrow-minded people .&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;Kalau tak matrep, kental .&lt;br /&gt;A person is only cool to them if the person would benefit the perceiver .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to appear gangster .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to appear punk .&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to portray myself as a well endowed, sophisticated and suave&amp;nbsp;guy&amp;nbsp;in my own style .&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a bigger world that's out there .&lt;br /&gt;Not through magazines or anything, though I guess that that could be one way to see the bigger things in life .&lt;br /&gt;I've been to places from such grime to such finesse .&lt;br /&gt;My god, I tell ya .&lt;br /&gt;The neighbourhood is basic, for now I know why this saying exists : &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;"Venture out to the unknown "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I just want to say that I fucking resent it if someone were to call me a 'Mat' .&lt;br /&gt;It's pronounced in Malay, it ain't the floor mat you'd think about .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i'd know if someone is deliberately calling me&amp;nbsp;that having read or not my blog .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"The days are gone, living without you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;It ain't that I can't live without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;it's just that having had you in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;was the best thing that ever happened .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... and that's why it feels&amp;nbsp;so hard&amp;nbsp;to adjust the settings ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said this, and I had to be reminded of my own advice by the person whom I told that to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"If you got something to say, then say it ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you may have had come across this saying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you ignore me, I will ignore you. If you don't start the conversation, we won't talk. If you don't put in the effort, why should I ? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like THE ATTITUDE&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;people who say this .&lt;br /&gt;You know why ?&lt;br /&gt;It's because they expect others to do first before they would .&lt;br /&gt;I just feel disgusted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So arrogant sia !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not hypocritical .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa . Kalau kau terase, then ape aku boleh buat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Alright . Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8472048510055388536?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8472048510055388536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8472048510055388536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8472048510055388536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8472048510055388536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/arrogance.html' title='Arrogance'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8954389040381292668</id><published>2011-02-09T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:57:49.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought: Being A Good Listener</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;This is just a thought .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered whether you are a good listener ?&lt;br /&gt;Even if you think you are, are you actually a good listener ?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone would have said that you are a good listener for having listened to his misery or problems .&lt;br /&gt;But how do you know that what they told you was the truth ?&lt;br /&gt;How do you know that he just didn't said that you were a good listener just to make you happy, &lt;br /&gt;because hey,&amp;nbsp;you did wasted your time on him .&lt;br /&gt;Then again, you see people saying that a person they know is a good listener .&lt;br /&gt;Thus, they refer you to the person .&lt;br /&gt;If so, then why only that person ?&lt;br /&gt;Being a good listener is a good skill to acquire .&lt;br /&gt;But just how often are you being presented that opportunity of having people to come to you to talk about their problems ?&lt;br /&gt;Since you don't have much practise as people don't approach you, then how do you even cultivate that skill ?&lt;br /&gt;So when you think you have cultivated that skill enough to consider and even proclaim yourself to be a good listener,&lt;br /&gt;then again, are you actually a good listener ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-4914944329353040259</id><published>2011-02-09T18:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T18:41:44.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI: The Experience</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've been on a collaboration with Fa'iz in making a rap .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa, it's my first time doing so .&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I can't find any others who shares my passion for rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;so i'm making do with who I know of to hit it .&lt;br /&gt;So yeaa, we&amp;nbsp;each have made our verse .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post mine right here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used the instrumental Best I Ever Had by Drake .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;[ Verse Two ] / [ Shahrul ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Best girl that i've been with so I ain't gonna spare the details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I can't shake this feeling off for this very special female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;she doesn't have to ask to know when i'm having a bad day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;she knows me best, she can see right through me like an X-Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;That's where her presence would put me in the right mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;and she accompanies me from early morning till night time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;also when dining out, she would gladly share the math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;that's why I thought about her only once, cuz she never left !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;One thing ain't never gonna be an issue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;you ain't never need a tissue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;cuz i'll always be here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;to wipe the tears off your face for you with my bare hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;and I could swear when I say you still look fly in ugly sweatpants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I will always have the crying moments and laughter cherished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;yeah I got lust for you, but leave the sex for after marriage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;our love was never there at first, it was made to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;so lets make all the haters soo jealous that their heads would blow !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do you find that ? Ahahaa (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward into having more sessions with him .&lt;br /&gt;If anyone else is interested, please do approach me .&lt;br /&gt;We'll hit it out well .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i'm feeling better now .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ain't gonna kid about that .&lt;br /&gt;I realise that life feels less worrisome without any obligations and decision making .&lt;br /&gt;That's why a lot of people usually push decision making to other people .&lt;br /&gt;But if that goes on between two people,&lt;br /&gt;then die better, right ? Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I kinda can't get enought of my daily routine .&lt;br /&gt;Wake up .&lt;br /&gt;Practise on my guitar .&lt;br /&gt;Practise on my left hand writing .&lt;br /&gt;Practise on my speech and breath control .&lt;br /&gt;Rhyme here and there .&lt;br /&gt;I realise that all that takes consistency to master .&lt;br /&gt;Cuz till now, i'm still considered terrible at most of them .&lt;br /&gt;To my standards, of course .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a saying goes that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;one should never put too high an expectation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for one would end up being hurt badly&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I realise that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;if you're too afraid to put too high an expectation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;then you ain't never gonna achieve shit .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonder how one saying totally influences people .&lt;br /&gt;For instance, the saying of&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; never to put too high an expectation, cuz you're gonna get crushed badly&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to that, girls don't want to be in a relationship .&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they know that they're gonna get&amp;nbsp;heartbroken .&lt;br /&gt;I guess to them, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;prevention is better than cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, yea ? Ahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man ..&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how my life is gonna turn out now .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want now&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew, then at least I would have a sense of direction .&lt;br /&gt;This matter always confounds me, for I don't know what to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i've came across a book titled .. okay, I forgot .&lt;br /&gt;But it emphasize heavily on the term '&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Assertiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as I read that book, &lt;br /&gt;I realised that there have been many people who took up Assertive class just to be more assertive .&lt;br /&gt;Being assertive has its benefits .&lt;br /&gt;It allows one to convey what he wants to&amp;nbsp;put across&amp;nbsp;without neglecting others nor his own feelings .&lt;br /&gt;It allows one to be in control of a stressful situation so as not to make it worst but instead mitigating it&amp;nbsp;.&lt;br /&gt;I would sure love to have that attribute in me .&lt;br /&gt;That's why, i'm gonna start cultivating it .&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late . Ahaa, another saying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today alone, I have 5 friends who share the same birth date .&lt;br /&gt;What are the chances ?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, I went to the Singapore Science Center with a friend .&lt;br /&gt;We decided to check out the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #3d85c6;"&gt;CSI: The Experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; exhibition .&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely an interesting afternoon spent, &lt;br /&gt;as we learnt about the various methods and approaches used during the solving of such investigations .&lt;br /&gt;The kinds of blood stains,&lt;br /&gt;how insects play a part in determining the time of death of a person and such .&lt;br /&gt;We thought of spending an hour and a half, as suggested in the description .&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we were there for about 3 hours . Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;We were even awarded with a &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Diploma in Crime Scene Investigation&lt;/span&gt; or something like that . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;I was like whuuuut .&lt;br /&gt;There was still a lot of things to discover at the other exhibitions in the center .&lt;br /&gt;We only had to pay an extra dollar to check out the whole place out, and I could tell ya that we were exhilarated .&lt;br /&gt;However, we only had like, 10 minutes left till the closing of the place .&lt;br /&gt;So we went like, whuuuuuuut -.-&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, i'm still gonna go there again one day .&lt;br /&gt;It's true when the website says that you will need hours and even days to check out the whole place .&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, entry ticket for the permanent exhibitions there is only $5 for 16 years old and below .&lt;br /&gt;Its only $5 to open up your mind into the world of cool scientific stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a worthwhile trip .&lt;br /&gt;And no, it ain't just for kids, so come on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I laugh at myself for having too much bitterness in my heart .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa ..&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-4914944329353040259?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/4914944329353040259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=4914944329353040259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4914944329353040259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4914944329353040259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/csi-experience.html' title='CSI: The Experience'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-1609893351689804211</id><published>2011-02-07T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T01:26:20.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;For not having anything worthwhile to lose ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish some people would just die .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got mad, I tried allaying you .&lt;br /&gt;You got bored, I tried adding colour into you .&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't appreciative,&lt;br /&gt;you even took me for granted ..&lt;br /&gt;You got lonely, I accompanied you .&lt;br /&gt;You got disappointed, I raised the mood in you .&lt;br /&gt;But you were selfish,&lt;br /&gt;yeah you did said you would entertain me,&lt;br /&gt;but you were just fucking flirting ..&lt;br /&gt;You egoistic bitch, you want to reconcile ?&lt;br /&gt;When you did so, but think you're right,&lt;br /&gt;and still behaving all mighty and high ?&lt;br /&gt;Did I find you irritating ? Yea, but it was never a compliment bodoh !&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear from you . Get lost . Die if possible .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goddd, i'm soo gonna fucking make this rap against you.&lt;br /&gt;Show this to you .&lt;br /&gt;Let you read this .&lt;br /&gt;And so shall you fucking STOP BOTHERING ME .&lt;br /&gt;You WILL be embarrassed of your actions if I lay them out for you .&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I never retaliated ever to your fucking attitude . You should have been thankful .&lt;br /&gt;Why was I ever so patient ? -.-&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting that aside ,&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously getting sick of people who messages me saying hi or asking how am I .&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtful ? Well dig deeper .&lt;br /&gt;Then you expect me to lead the conversation,&lt;br /&gt;while you laze about when I was there trying to make an effort to keep the conversation going throughout .&lt;br /&gt;When I stop, you hinted that i'm boring .&lt;br /&gt;Wah, tak chi bai ke tu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I expect conversations to be mutual .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It ain't all about you , only wanting to be entertained .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, not even the fingers of both my hands are enough to list every one of you all down .&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also putting that aside,&lt;br /&gt;it's fucking sickening when people PERSISTENTLY give me a response saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know "&lt;br /&gt;"Anything la "&lt;br /&gt;"I'm okay with anything "&lt;br /&gt;to name a few .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it . How were we supposed to get somewhere or get something done like that ?!&lt;br /&gt;My god -.-&lt;br /&gt;I myself have doubts too,&lt;br /&gt;but I fucking tried to make a decision .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking fickle-minded people .&lt;br /&gt;Don't come to me so that you can go out somewhere to amuse yourself only .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you didn't say that . But I can already be a fucking expert at reading a person la sial .&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who have to plan everything ?&lt;br /&gt;When I do give a suggestion, yall only know how to decline them , saying&lt;br /&gt;"Don wan la "&lt;br /&gt;"Boring la"&lt;br /&gt;"There got nothing la "&lt;br /&gt;Calmly speaking, if you haven't been there or don't make a conscious effort to make the outing lively,&lt;br /&gt;then the fuck how you gonna not be disappointed at me ?&lt;br /&gt;Gy mampos man .&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who take offence from what i've typed,&lt;br /&gt;it's your problem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying how I feel .&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ! Back to life . Ahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a free schedule very soon again .&lt;br /&gt;It feels relieving when burden is shaked off from your shoulders .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-1609893351689804211?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/1609893351689804211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=1609893351689804211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/1609893351689804211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/1609893351689804211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-goddd.html' title='My Goddd'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2823058368173388117</id><published>2011-02-05T00:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:00:09.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap: Questioning Love</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's the short rap .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Singles wish to fall in love, some couples just wish to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;this teaches you never to find a stead just for the sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;of being in an RS, I aint' desperate for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;it ain't a must have, yea we used to vomit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when adults talk about love, lovey dovey shit stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;now we're in it but without experience, we hit it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when we're attached, some complaint they had no freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;but for the singles, it's a totally different wisdom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;uh, "Would you be my valentine ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;if the girl says, "yes", any boy would gladly say," The talent's mine .."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;bring it on cuz any challenge's fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"But can I keep her ?" I guess I gotta be the well-balanced kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm single, soulful, but slowly turning soulless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the chances of trying to get a date for me seems hopeless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;so many fishes in the sea but what's a good bait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;when I can't get a good catch, blame it on my *toot* fate&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it's an awesome one at that .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2823058368173388117?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2823058368173388117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2823058368173388117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2823058368173388117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2823058368173388117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/rap-questioning-love.html' title='Rap: Questioning Love'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8090389741418265357</id><published>2011-02-04T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:00:59.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangri-La Rasa Sentosa Resort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The things you'd say when sitting in a corner ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna do a quick update,&lt;br /&gt;for I doubt that i'll make enough time to blog as how I usually do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently on a holiday with my cousins,&lt;br /&gt;staying at Shangri-La Rasa Sentosa Resort .&lt;br /&gt;The place is elegant and the views are magnificent .&lt;br /&gt;In other words, great ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Friday .&lt;br /&gt;We spent a day out at Universal Studios Sentosa .&lt;br /&gt;It's my second time there .. so I ain't feeling as excited as how I was previously .&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I wasn't that excited the first time I went there .&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, pictures here and there .&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 4D ..&lt;br /&gt;Battlestar Galactica ..&lt;br /&gt;Just to name a few .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everything was alright .&lt;br /&gt;I just not to appear indifferent to all these ..&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, I felt exactly that most of the time .&lt;br /&gt;.. Something about me being introspective too much yea ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another year will pass and ...&lt;br /&gt;i'm still single for Valentine's Day .&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I know my religion ain't supposed to 'celebrate' this day .&lt;br /&gt;And even if I have a girlfriend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I wouldn't wait for this V day just to have a special evening with my lady .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I really don't know what's up with me .&lt;br /&gt;I've changed .&lt;br /&gt;For the worst .&lt;br /&gt;I've degraded .&lt;br /&gt;I'm now more shy .&lt;br /&gt;I'm now more apprehensive in character .&lt;br /&gt;I'm now blank in my mind most of the time .&lt;br /&gt;I would usually try to think of stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;try to be proactive .. even though it doesn't work most of the time . Ahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;Though now, I really .. That's it man . I don't know what else to say .&lt;br /&gt;My usual response to me being questioned," what's wrong ?" or something along that line have been,&lt;br /&gt;"Thinking about life, you know ?"&lt;br /&gt;Aha . Now I don't know what to think anymore .&lt;br /&gt;Careful when you think about life .&lt;br /&gt;You wanna do something, make a change or something,&lt;br /&gt;make sure you put yourself in a situation which enables or somehow coerces you to actually achieve it .&lt;br /&gt;Get it done .&lt;br /&gt;You know the shit i'm talking bout .&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that .. I proscrastinate a lot now .&lt;br /&gt;Yea I do get things done,&lt;br /&gt;but for interest-wise,&lt;br /&gt;'it switches off by itself without my control, and I unable to reignite the light' .&lt;br /&gt;Think about God, Shahrul .&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me tell you how my life is right now .&lt;br /&gt;I hardly have any friends now .&lt;br /&gt;I turned dull, mindless .&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me is alright, but I can't make any opportunities, for i'm not apt .&lt;br /&gt;I've lost self confidence . I don't know whether that even has meaning to it .&lt;br /&gt;Know what ?&lt;br /&gt;I for once eyh,&lt;br /&gt;I actually ..&lt;br /&gt;I really feel worthless .&lt;br /&gt;Think of God, Shahrul .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those reading,&lt;br /&gt;sympathise if you want to .&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you'd know that I don't like sympathy towards me .&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care already .&lt;br /&gt;Also, laugh if you want to .&lt;br /&gt;Go on and revel to your delight in my dismay .&lt;br /&gt;I really, don't care anymore .&lt;br /&gt;That's why I didn't bother replying to Luqman's comments anymore .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I deleted his "No" comment, and he called me a Dickhead &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;indirectly &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I didn't deserve it .. you don't know shit how I felt for those words .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your logic .&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't even calling you names back .&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore .&lt;br /&gt;I'll do the same .&lt;br /&gt;Like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;wisest&lt;/span&gt; thing said to me yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Since they don't care about you or make an effort to keep up the friendship, then why should you bother ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man .. I love the person who said that .&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit .&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I realised that most of my friends don't put in as much effort as me into building up our friendships .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just how I feel .. so fuck if you don't otherwise .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm .. I have nothing to lose anyway .&lt;br /&gt;Even if I do, i'll lose stupid and fucked up 'friends' .&lt;br /&gt;heyhey, that's a step taken .&lt;br /&gt;Friends .. i'm really bitter about that issue now .&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Lol, I finally know what people who were in my situation feel like .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well enough .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make a short rap about Valentine's Day .&lt;br /&gt;Love and shits, you know ?&lt;br /&gt;About being single, feel me ?&lt;br /&gt;Post it soon .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... fucking selfish people .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8090389741418265357?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8090389741418265357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8090389741418265357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8090389741418265357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8090389741418265357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/shangri-la-rasa-sentosa-resort.html' title='Shangri-La Rasa Sentosa Resort'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-964791646068230170</id><published>2011-02-02T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:07:23.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Specialist Diploma</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Worldly questions that I can only ask myself .. for nobody else would put their thoughts into them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .. here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;It's about 3.30 in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;I woke up about 2 hours ago by a nightmare .&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit,&lt;br /&gt;why does someone you know carries a moving corpse that wants to burn you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda only figured that image is important .&lt;br /&gt;So i'm shrouding the albums in my facebook profile and putting them under consideration .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I spent the entire afternoon just to collect my salary from 2 different jobs .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Nak amek gaji pon makan mase satu hari ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(But it's alright, cuz I spent my journey time converting feelings and thoughts into lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to come across this topic of conversation about&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; salaries on an hourly basis .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Basically, whatever that is less than $7 is little .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, my hourly pay range has been from $6-$11 .&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, I had never complaint about my different pay though,&lt;br /&gt;for I thought that it was good enough to even get $5 per hour .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So kids, listen up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Try to find part time jobs that offers pay like what i've mentioned above .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Don't mind the distance&lt;/span&gt;; i've work at places that's literally at the other end of the map for months and still living .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Many others still do&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;All you got to do is to take the MRT and/or a bus or two .&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you claim that you want to 'gain experience' from working,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;make sure you know what kind of experience you are looking for .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;For instance, don't end up frying fries at the back of the kitchen when you are looking for customer interaction .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mindless, you fool . Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It's disappointing to say that you'll still be surrounded by people who wants to see you down .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know why they even approached the method of deprecating others to make them feel, superior .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It's disappointing to say that your friends priortise their others instead of you . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought we had it going not just good, but great . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It's devastating to say that your friends don't actually need you after those things that you've done for them . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe that everything just went down the drain . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All it took were a couple of months, or some miscommunication errors, to name a few .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... I guess they don't cherish our friendships as dearly as I have been, huh ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to mention even trying to do something about it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been meeting up with some of my juniors .&lt;br /&gt;I've been offering them advices and tangible things to aid them in their studies .&lt;br /&gt;Books, calculators, motivation, my time .. you name it .&lt;br /&gt;I just want them to do well like me .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, preferably better . Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Though .. I won't deny the possibility that they will forget whatever i've done for them .&lt;br /&gt;It happens, ya know ?&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "Since I know that could happen, then why bother ?"&lt;br /&gt;.. I guess that's how I portray selflessness .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, everything I do would just end up to naught,&lt;br /&gt;but I always say that it's alright .. because I was sincere .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a thought .&lt;br /&gt;If you portray yourself unfavourably, say, like a matrep or ah beng etc,&lt;br /&gt;people won't hesitate to judge you negatively and have a similar perception of you .&lt;br /&gt;But if you portray yourself otherwise, say, seemingly normal .. claiming to be friendly etc,&lt;br /&gt;they'll stop to hesitate and think .." Sure anot ?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, only some people could understand this thought .&lt;br /&gt;Why is it difficult for people to believe at face value that there ARE people who are ambiguously good ? In general of course .&lt;br /&gt;Once again, only some people could understand this thought .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's close to 4.30 am now .&lt;br /&gt;When I blog, I like to take it slow .. 'penning' down my thoughts into paragraphs ..&lt;br /&gt;In such a way that it's easy to read .&lt;br /&gt;Not like many others whom I know of .&lt;br /&gt;... and it's too bad if any of you took it negatively .&lt;br /&gt;What can I do if you don't like it, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was just thinking about further studies when I came across this thought .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Advance/Specialist diploma .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always take a specialist diploma after serving NS .&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I loath my course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i'm just looking into alternatives .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Specialist Diploma in&lt;/span&gt; Molecular Biotechnology&lt;/span&gt; in Ngee An,&lt;br /&gt;or a Specialist Diploma in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Microbiology&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Biotechnology&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cosmetic Science&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Hermatology &amp;amp; Blood Banking&lt;/span&gt; in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps a Specialist Diploma in&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Immunology &amp;amp; Infectious Diseases&lt;/span&gt; in Nanyang&lt;br /&gt;or even a Specialist Diploma in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Accounting and Finance&lt;/span&gt; in Temasek !&lt;br /&gt;All of which I have interest in .&lt;br /&gt;And the course duration for the courses mentioned is only 12 months !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still would want to get into a University .&lt;br /&gt;I still want to study &lt;em&gt;Medicine&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;I still will try to keep that hope ablazed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright . Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-964791646068230170?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/964791646068230170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=964791646068230170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/964791646068230170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/964791646068230170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/02/specialist-diploma.html' title='Specialist Diploma'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-37880195859305555</id><published>2011-01-30T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:47:21.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught With 3 Jobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wanna be successful .. but I don't know what does it mean .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;I kinda have been caught up with 3 different jobs .&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can't believe that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days back on the 27th of January, I woke up in the early morning and head to work .&lt;br /&gt;It was the belaying job .&lt;br /&gt;So I was supposed to go to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MOE Dairy Farm Adventure Centre&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;I took the 961 bus, and alighted at a bus stop .&lt;br /&gt;It was right in front of the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Salvation Army&lt;/span&gt; building,&lt;br /&gt;but I wasn't sure as there were heavy construction going on back then .&lt;br /&gt;So from there, I had only needed to walk right up a few metres and turn right .&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I crossed the road and turned left .. all the way into Dairy Farm Cresent .&lt;br /&gt;I inquired a security guard there for directions .&lt;br /&gt;She had no idea .&lt;br /&gt;So ... I went deeper into the area .&lt;br /&gt;I walked like, a kilometer or so until I realised that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Nah, this can't be the way to the site ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....... So I walked all the way back and passed the guard post .&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked around and .." Eyh, ain't that the place ?"&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha . It was just opposite the guard post, across the road .&lt;br /&gt;That was how I started my day . Ahahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, I went into the compound .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it was a lil bit awkward as usual as there wasn't anybody I knew of&lt;br /&gt;and the rest of my colleagues were older than me .&lt;br /&gt;But I got acquainted with them soon enough and well,&lt;br /&gt;everything went well from there onwards .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt quite worried as it was actually &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my first time belaying&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Back in sec 2 (during my leadership camp), I played the anchor man, 2nd belayer and rope manager roles, but not the belayer .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Of course, it's the kids safety that I have to account for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and I can't be messing around .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, everything went great .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I got more than what I bargained for .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made friends, cultivated my leadership skills, learnt about nature and had fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I even tried rock climbing !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great, as I had never done so before .&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I went up so quick, that I had comments like&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;," Waaah, like monkey la you !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The next day on the 28th of January, I woke up early in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;I collected my uniform at Macpherson and went to work at Cold Storage in Holland Village .&lt;br /&gt;Check out my facebook album Like A Freezer soon to see how it was like .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went around, walked on every corner of the compound to promote my product .&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit, it's boring .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I made a couple of friends .&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;One of which was a guy close to reaching 40 ... yet still unmarried .&lt;br /&gt;And he's most unlikely to ever get married with his status in life now .&lt;br /&gt;I emphatised with him .&lt;br /&gt;He shared with me a couple of his experiences in life though ...&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm more motivated than ever to study hard to achieve as high academically possible as I can .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Then on the 29th of January, I had to go to another outlet which is near my previous one .&lt;br /&gt;Okay ... it's near, when you look at it in the map .&lt;br /&gt;I had to walk 20 minutes from Buona Vista without any shelter .&lt;br /&gt;It was really lonely .. so I was extremely thankful for having my ipod with me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached, got changed and got to work .&lt;br /&gt;I was acquainted with two aunties just before starting work .&lt;br /&gt;They were promoters too, but they promoted different products .&lt;br /&gt;One was about 50 .. while the other was 24 .&lt;br /&gt;But she had wanted me to regard her as aunty .. for she was already married with two children .&lt;br /&gt;I understand though .&lt;br /&gt;She was the best aunty i've ever met .. reason being something happened the next day .&lt;br /&gt;Also, I made friends with two more people .&lt;br /&gt;One of which is from Republic Polytechnic and the other ... Nanyang Technological University !&lt;br /&gt;The rest and me were like," Waaaaah ! NTU sey !"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha . Lucky she wasn't in NTUC :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, promoting jobs are boring .&lt;br /&gt;Fucking boring la sial, i'm not kidding .&lt;br /&gt;I was only enticed by the pay, as it was practically easy money !&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work, went home straight to get changed and met up with my good friend, Hakim .&lt;br /&gt;It was his birthday, so once again mate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Hakim (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ...&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm basically free .&lt;br /&gt;Man ...&lt;br /&gt;Freedom has never tasted this great .&lt;br /&gt;I was soo lethargic that I slept for 14 hours flat man .&lt;br /&gt;When I realised, I only had about 3 hours of daylight left .&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow onwards, I plan to do a lot of things .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna work if possible .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I can earn money from working .&lt;br /&gt;But it consumes not just your day, but your life too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll resume exercising tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;It's impractical for me to list down the activities that i'll indulge in,&lt;br /&gt;so I ain't saying shit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Be cool .&lt;br /&gt;Though I need somebody to say something .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmm .. where are you, girl ?... I think I really want you more than ever now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-37880195859305555?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/37880195859305555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=37880195859305555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/37880195859305555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/37880195859305555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/caught-with-3-jobs.html' title='Caught With 3 Jobs'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5224218264541626808</id><published>2011-01-26T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:45:24.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE Posting Result</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.. Don't know how to react towards the fact .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yea ... Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long busy week for me .&lt;br /&gt;I fell sick .&lt;br /&gt;I'm recovering .&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be better real soon .&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what a week it has been .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I won't talk about those things anymore,&lt;br /&gt;for there's a matter that's pertinent to my future .&lt;br /&gt;That's right, the JAE Posting Results of 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well .. Really . I don't know how to react to it .&lt;br /&gt;The course is pretty decent .. I won't say it sucks .&lt;br /&gt;So upon the commencement of the JAE Appeal,&lt;br /&gt;I immediately delve right into it .&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes .. I wasn't eligible for my 3rd choice ANYMORE .&lt;br /&gt;That's right, not anymore . The cop has raised by .. 2 points if i'm not wrong .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hell .&lt;br /&gt;I thought of regretting after having gotten my result .&lt;br /&gt;You know .. I've NEVER imagined myself to be in that school, what more that course .&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the course is pretty decent .. I still won't say it sucks .&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I don't know much about the course anyway .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been comparing it with Medicinal Chemistry, the new course that's offered in Nanyang Polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;This course offers me a route to further my studies in a university studying Biomedical Science .&lt;br /&gt;The job prospect of this course is great as the world needs more of such people trained in this field .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a dilemma .&lt;br /&gt;I've filtered out 3 other choices that are closely related to the science field .&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Afifah, would be taking Biomedical Science at Republic Poly .&lt;br /&gt;That course .. Yeaa I gotta admit, i'm envious of her for getting that course .&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that she would get that course anyway ? I didn't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm . I'm vexed .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This decision will determine what i'll do in the future ..&lt;br /&gt;How i'd spend my 3 years in tertiary education ..&lt;br /&gt;What i'd likely to work as ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm . I'm perplexed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that i'm gonna regret anyway .&lt;br /&gt;Regret is as long as I don't get Biomedical Science .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaa :D&lt;br /&gt;My good fortune,&lt;em&gt; karma struck&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a friend who studies at the Polytechnic i'm gonna enrol into .&lt;br /&gt;I met him at work .&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa .. he's one of those few people who are reliable and worth the while .&lt;br /&gt;He helped me by telling me how poly life would be like there,&lt;br /&gt;the kind of study environment that i'll be in,&lt;br /&gt;the hairstyle (AHA :p),&lt;br /&gt;the amenities and many more .&lt;br /&gt;He the ONLY ONE that did la sial !&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, they are quite favourable to me .&lt;br /&gt;hahaa .. due to that,&lt;br /&gt;it becomes even more difficult for me to decide between the two courses .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa, that's right . That was a hint ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yeaa .. Hmm . I'm vexed and perplexed to the max .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm starting work tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;It's a new job .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's freelance .&lt;br /&gt;But it's a fun job ! (:&lt;br /&gt;Many more participations in that job and then i'll be recognised I hope,&lt;br /&gt;to be called upon frequently .&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaa .. ahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's another job for me on Friday and Saturday .&lt;br /&gt;Wow, can life get more interesting ?&lt;br /&gt;It's relatively ... I can't say it's boring as people will be constantly watching me .&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I can't say it's fun as I have to walk around for 8 hours straight .&lt;br /&gt;Though, the pay is good . Really good .&lt;br /&gt;Hey, i'm trying to earn my own pocket money right here . Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, will be my outing with my two friends !&lt;br /&gt;man, we've been friends for a long while now .. a very long while .&lt;br /&gt;We'll have an awesome time adventuring (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now .&lt;br /&gt;Though before that ..&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that i've started on a new rap .&lt;br /&gt;It seems great to me .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I might be delusional, but I really think its awesome .&lt;br /&gt;And it''s only the first verse !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5224218264541626808?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5224218264541626808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5224218264541626808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5224218264541626808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5224218264541626808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/jae-posting-result.html' title='JAE Posting Result'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-6452995979365349796</id><published>2011-01-20T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:29:07.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Relearn</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Now here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was on the way home as I board the train .&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I came across my primary school friend .&lt;br /&gt;It's a pleasure to catch up with old friends .&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, I accompanied him to his shopping spree .&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha .&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a norm for guys to shop often ..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it ain't the case now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him smiling as he got his clothings purchased .&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood the joy of shopping when I came across the kind of shirt that i've been looking for .&lt;br /&gt;Man, was I overjoyed or whut .&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, they were on sale .&lt;br /&gt;Though before I delightfully spent my money on those items,&lt;br /&gt;I took a moment to consider .&lt;br /&gt;Man, it was stressful .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa . I'm sure many other shoppers can relate to this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that they were what I needed .&lt;br /&gt;So with a deep breath, I got them purchased .&lt;br /&gt;Yay ! lol .&lt;br /&gt;To those who have been told about the kind of image i'd wanna portray,&lt;br /&gt;know that i'm a step further now .&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of stupid because I had to relearn some things again .&lt;br /&gt;Though I should put that feeling aside, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;I relearned that plain water does wonders for your voice .&lt;br /&gt;That experience of finishing a Big Gulp of Ice Lemon Tea totally had my voice slurred and soft .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other things that i'm relearning .&lt;br /&gt;I reckon this would be a good approach to understand myself better .&lt;br /&gt;Thus i'll be relearning more things in the future from now on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, have a pleasant one .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-6452995979365349796?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/6452995979365349796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=6452995979365349796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6452995979365349796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6452995979365349796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-relearn.html' title='To Relearn'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5184382797009915046</id><published>2011-01-18T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:49:46.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is considered as having moved on ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. I've said it .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Though at times, I kept thinking back .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I could've just been reminiscing in the present moment .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Or I had never left and contemplated on how I could try and make us together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. None of your words were superficial, for they always meant something to me .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They were the harshest words any lover could have heard .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was exasperating !&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Could've gotten deranged just trying to make it all better .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yet they were the sweetest words ever,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for I knew then that,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;deeply meant something to you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T. I laughed to myself .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What a way to express one's feelings to another .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her impassioned message totally dismayed me .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Though I learnt to see through the&amp;nbsp;contention .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.&amp;nbsp;There was no escaping from the heartache .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I got to put it back together,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for it's always&amp;nbsp;better late than never .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Henceforth, I can only hope for the best things in life for you .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A harmonious family .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reliable friends .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A bright future .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And a smiling heart, from within .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. "Out of our minds,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And out of time ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wishing I could be with you,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To share the view .."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess it's not about moving on .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's about having a place in this heart .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5184382797009915046?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5184382797009915046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5184382797009915046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5184382797009915046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5184382797009915046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-is-considered-as-having-moved-on-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5072360771429588134</id><published>2011-01-17T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:11:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue Twisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Being on a hiatus is being in a thick mist .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't work for a lil more than a week now .&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can't believe it .&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by that quick ?&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i've been keeping myself productive .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend hours in front of the laptop to learn new words .&lt;br /&gt;Get myself familiarised with those words .&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to employ those words in daily conversations .&lt;br /&gt;And.. I conclude that I still have miles to go .&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa . I'm perfectly alright with that because&lt;br /&gt;it ain't something that I am going to lament for spending long hours on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from consolidating my vocabularies in my ipod for reference,&lt;br /&gt;i've been working my tongue out .&lt;br /&gt;As you may know Tongue Twisters,&lt;br /&gt;they are exercises to train one's tongue to improve enunciation of words .&lt;br /&gt;I'm best with 'p' and 'b' consonants&lt;br /&gt;though still need a lot of practise with 'l', 'r' and 'th' .&lt;br /&gt;The 'th' can drive you mental, I tell ya !&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of tongue twisters that you can try too .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can attempt just for the fun of it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Betty Botter bought some butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;but the butter Betty Botter bought was bitter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So Betty Botter bought some better butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;to make the bitter butter Betty Botter bought better .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But instead of the better butter Betty Botter bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;making the bitter butter Betty Botter bought better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the bitter butter Betty Botter bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;made the better butter Betty Botter bitter !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;then where's the peck of pickled peppers Piter Piper picked ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Literally Literary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Red lorry, yellow lorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thirty-three thieves thought that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;could thrill the throne throughout Thursday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Roberta ran rings around the Roman ruins .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;She sells sea shells on the sea-shore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The shells she sells are sea-shells, i'm sure .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;For if she sells sea-shells on the sea-shore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;then i'm sure she sells sea-shore shells .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want a Malay one ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kuku kakiku kaku . Ku kikis-kikis kuku kakiku .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one in a language that I don't even know existed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cuando como poco coco, poco coco compro .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cuando compro poco coco, poco coco como .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's something about coconuts . Serious !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go !&lt;br /&gt;Of course if you're looking for an intensive tongue workout, the clean way (LOL),&lt;br /&gt;then go Google and type &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Modern Major General Lyrics"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;I love reciting it, I tell ya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm reading about the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Human Brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;This will be another 'subject' that i'll cover .&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quote that I randomly thought of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A good doctor doesn't mistake your intestines for your brain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, they do look similar in a sense .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after roaming about in cyberspace,&lt;br /&gt;I came across articles on Fluid Intelligence .&lt;br /&gt;After reading further plus some more articles whom many would find boring,&lt;br /&gt;I landed upon this mental activity program called the Dual N-Back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;the Dual N-Back is a program used to ensure there are constant brain activity during MRI .&lt;br /&gt;Basically, you can consider it a.. game ?&lt;br /&gt;Try it .&lt;br /&gt;Over time, it will cause you to increase in your Gf, or fluid intelligence .&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;your IQ will improve !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;," Dual N-Back Training For Intelligence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;No harm trying, since some of you have nothing to do, right ?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, other sources mentioned that you're IQ can't be changed from birth .&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, just attempt it and have fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now .&lt;br /&gt;Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5072360771429588134?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5072360771429588134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5072360771429588134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5072360771429588134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5072360771429588134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/tongue-twisters.html' title='Tongue Twisters'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5307175742591343784</id><published>2011-01-12T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T02:33:35.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE Application</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Tantalized ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Unsettled ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Positive .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've contemplated over my 12 choices for my JAE appplication .&lt;br /&gt;Here they were, in order of most preferred downwards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Sp, Biomedical Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Np, Biomedical Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. Nyp, Molecular Biotechnology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;4. Sp. Biotechnology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;5. Np, Molecular Biotechnology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Sp, Applied Chemistry with Pharmaceutical Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7. Nyp, Pharmaceutical Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8. Np, Chemical &amp;amp; Biomolecular Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9. Sp, Material Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10. Nyp, Chemical &amp;amp; Pharmaceutical Technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;11. Rp, Biomedical Science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12. Tp, Chemical Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see. I favour &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biomedical Science&lt;/span&gt; most .&lt;br /&gt;.. And yeah. Biomed of Rp is like 11th .&lt;br /&gt;Also, my choices constitute of only Science courses .&lt;br /&gt;..  Thus, ELR2B2-C applies for all . Sigh .&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think that my best shot of being chosen based on my merit would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Material Science of Singapore Polytechnic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's like .. 9th in the list . Lol .&lt;br /&gt;I'd be elated if I were to get into ANY of those courses before SP's MS .&lt;br /&gt;I can't guarantee whether I will work hard to excel in any of my choices ..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps aiming for a scholarship .&lt;br /&gt;But one thing's for sure;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My desire to get admitted into a University has been evoked .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after receiving O levels results, I realised the use for goal settings .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I'm still young .&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make the best of whatever course i'll be in (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a mini dilemma session that went on for me earlier .&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends told me that the applications would be collated and then placed in order of merit, regardless of time .&lt;br /&gt;However, i've consulted a few others, including those from Polytechnics themselves .&lt;br /&gt;I was informed that results do matter on a first-come-first-served basis .&lt;br /&gt;So, which one should I choose to believe ?&lt;br /&gt;(Life is full of choices, yea ? -.-)&lt;br /&gt;For me, I chose to play it safe and submit my application form as soon as possible .&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm tentative as to whether i'd get into any of my first 8 choices, what more the first 4 .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. I hope that there would be a spot for me in Biomedical Science somehow ..&lt;br /&gt;perhaps those clever people who scored damn good this year feel like going to JC ..&lt;br /&gt;That way, there'd be lesser people enrolling into Biomed course in Sp or Np and&lt;br /&gt;i'd stand a higher chance of getting into the course ! :D&lt;br /&gt;This is where interest and first-come-first-served basis applies, I believe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2.30 in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;Man, i'm too used to sleeping around this time .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll hit the hay at 4 later on .&lt;br /&gt;And .. i've been chewing on a plastic spoon for 2 hours now .&lt;br /&gt;The hell ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. i'm thinking of indulging in my favourite past time .&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since i've visited it .&lt;br /&gt;If's there's anything interesting, i'll share it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, before I log out .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I hope you've received the letter, Boo (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5307175742591343784?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5307175742591343784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5307175742591343784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5307175742591343784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5307175742591343784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/jae-application.html' title='JAE Application'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7251286461734110651</id><published>2011-01-11T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:19:15.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Level Results</title><content type='html'>I'm in a perplexed state of mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I finally received my O Levels results .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I did quite well ..&lt;br /&gt;for a person of my academic stature .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could have done better .&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't . Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now finally, I understand the gravity into being academically apt .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live, I learn .&lt;br /&gt;There's really no use for regrets .&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it does feel good to heave a gooood and looong sigh once every blue moon .&lt;br /&gt;Hence just for the record,&lt;br /&gt;there is a sense of regret in my soul now .&lt;br /&gt;I should have study harder .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a doctor .&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten where I acquired that ambition .&lt;br /&gt;The hell .&lt;br /&gt;Basically, a more clear path to study Medicine&lt;br /&gt;will be to get admitted into a JC .&lt;br /&gt;Onwards from there, I should excel beyond the masses to get admitted into a recognised university to study Medicine .&lt;br /&gt;But for a Poly route to a university,&lt;br /&gt;it's a precarious matter for me .&lt;br /&gt;I thought that maybe if I get to a Biomedical Science course in a Poly,&lt;br /&gt;i'd stand a good chance .&lt;br /&gt;Well, it turned out that I AM eligible to enrol for a BMS Diploma in polys that issue recognised certificates .&lt;br /&gt;However, based on the previous year's Cut-Off Points,&lt;br /&gt;I am only limited to the specified course,&lt;br /&gt;in Republic Polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to date,&lt;br /&gt;almost EVERYBODY has discourage me to take up BMS in RP .&lt;br /&gt;Even the Biomedical Science students studying in RP themselves !&lt;br /&gt;Why must there be a PBL in RP ?! Really makes decision making even more exasperating man !&lt;br /&gt;(Why am I blaming the situation ? Ahaha .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was like 15 minutes ago .&lt;br /&gt;I've got to pick myself up now .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see what are my options,&lt;br /&gt;the chances,&lt;br /&gt;the availability of my preferred courses,&lt;br /&gt;the career pathway&lt;br /&gt;and finally tune myself into accepting the most feasible decision that I can conjure .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dateline is 5 calendar days starting from 3pm, 10 January 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this will be the most vexing 5 days of my life man -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just make do with what I have now, and make the best out of it .&lt;br /&gt;Yeaa, that should be a feasible precedent for the future (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's how I fared for my O levels .&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten 'B' grades for all of my subjects except for an 'A' for my Phy/Chem .&lt;br /&gt;Heyhey, I did pretty well there (:&lt;br /&gt;This is not enough, so i'll strive further .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like 1 am now .&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling troubled ever since 7 pm .&lt;br /&gt;Lol . Ahahahaaa .&lt;br /&gt;It's alright . I don't get troubled like this often .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, i'm gonna collect my salary .&lt;br /&gt;It's 6 days worth ! Jyeah !&lt;br /&gt;Soo many blue notes !&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha :D See how easily contented I am ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna buy food for the house .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna set aside a portion for social usage .&lt;br /&gt;Also, not to forget buying a guitar .&lt;br /&gt;And yea, save the rest for the freaking laptop .&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, yea .&lt;br /&gt;If I don't go into RP, then I might just not need a laptop !&lt;br /&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay .&lt;br /&gt;Let's go .&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7251286461734110651?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7251286461734110651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7251286461734110651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7251286461734110651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7251286461734110651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-level-results.html' title='O Level Results'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8033707285136561077</id><published>2011-01-07T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T22:05:37.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Introspecting..</title><content type='html'>bruised and battered&lt;br /&gt;endorsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got something to say then say it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I actually had the mood to blog ..&lt;br /&gt;blog as how I used to .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, you'd see my life changing stories and such .&lt;br /&gt;Lol .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they broaden my view of the world .&lt;br /&gt;However, I feel smaller .&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no wonder some people just think that they are soo big .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working often .&lt;br /&gt;I've just broken my continuous working streak that ended by the 6th day .&lt;br /&gt;I'm lethargic, I tell ya .&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with work ..&lt;br /&gt;Basically, my work takes up like almost the whole of my day .&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I feel like just staying at home and just spend some time for myself .. do some raps .. you know .&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, I feel like messaging people .&lt;br /&gt;Turned out, there are a lot of people who messaged me .&lt;br /&gt;I kinda feel .. partly guilty because I told some of them that i'll get back to them soon. But I didn't .&lt;br /&gt;I also feel partly irritated by some .&lt;br /&gt;Serious, I feel .. This is the part where you'd wish that you've never met them .&lt;br /&gt;Still, all the conversations led me to realize another thing .&lt;br /&gt;I've changed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious shit, I .. I don't know what word to use that is appropriate for this statement but simply said,&lt;br /&gt;I feel deproved .&lt;br /&gt;But the issue is, it's not like i'm actually doing anything about it .&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to feel enraged for being the way I am now .. or deplorable .. perhaps confounded .. and all those other weird words .&lt;br /&gt;But instead, I feel indifferent .&lt;br /&gt;It's like I don't want to change .&lt;br /&gt;But I dislike myself now .&lt;br /&gt;Certain characteristics of mine revealed themselves as such that&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe some things that I said or do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose lethargy have taken its toll on me .&lt;br /&gt;I don't pose that vivacity persona much anymore .&lt;br /&gt;I need that vigor .. I need a boost ..&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know how to get there, you feel me ?&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaa . I used to be able to just, solve everything on my own .. especially on such issues .&lt;br /&gt;Even if I tell people my problems, it's not like whatever they do have any effect on me .&lt;br /&gt;How is it beneficial ?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it is , but I need you to tell me how it is so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to leave my hair be to let it grow long .&lt;br /&gt;The last time I had a haircut was a few days before the first O levels paper .&lt;br /&gt;About 2 months have passed, but I feel that my hair is still short .&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's has grown longer per say,&lt;br /&gt;but it's the stage of growth where I really dislike my hair .&lt;br /&gt;It's not long . Neither is it short .&lt;br /&gt;It's a pain to maintain .&lt;br /&gt;It's troublesome, cumbersome, leceh, ma fan and all those other weird words .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this coming Monday,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to collect my O levels Results .&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by real quick, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;But before I may be able to do so,&lt;br /&gt;I have to pay my school fees .&lt;br /&gt;What the goat -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's like, 3 days' salary worth of work man !&lt;br /&gt;I've been saving up for a laptop,&lt;br /&gt;but my efforts look bleak .&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still can't believe it's 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;I'm not schooling anymore .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things that I want to do when I return to school, to wit,&lt;br /&gt;pay my outstanding fees,&lt;br /&gt;head towards the hall and listen to statistic talks by the principal before finally receiving my results,&lt;br /&gt;take pictures with some friends of those whose ages are 13-17,&lt;br /&gt;chat with the canteen vendors,&lt;br /&gt;catch up with some friends,&lt;br /&gt;clean my memento that I left at school ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and finally, I want to meet you, Boo .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I have something meaningful to give you, for it would be the last tangible thing i'd give to you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that .. I have to move on with life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've been thinking of getting a new guitar .&lt;br /&gt;My old one could be considered obliterated .&lt;br /&gt;It's not even actually mine to begin with !&lt;br /&gt;This time, I will buy a simple guitar .&lt;br /&gt;Learn songs to amuse myself and cater to my emotions .&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to join any bands or to impress anyone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I don't know what I can do to improve myself .&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to enjoy life with ,&lt;br /&gt;because I used to say," Hidop kene enjoy," .&lt;br /&gt;I know positivity and all those qualities come from within but,&lt;br /&gt;I just want someone else to clap me forward .&lt;br /&gt;That's just how I feel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8033707285136561077?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8033707285136561077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8033707285136561077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8033707285136561077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8033707285136561077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-introspecting.html' title='Just Introspecting..'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-444634377745118252</id><published>2011-01-06T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T04:06:50.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Charge</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of things I plan to do&lt;br /&gt;in my attempt to revamp myself and my situation in life .&lt;br /&gt;Though, I am still not able to distinctively define them .&lt;br /&gt;Also, I procrastinate on such matter .&lt;br /&gt;I never wondered why .&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was because of my daily schedule .&lt;br /&gt;I practically work almost everyday .&lt;br /&gt;Get home lethargic .&lt;br /&gt;Just nice wake up to bathe, get ready and head for work .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to take the following week off from work .&lt;br /&gt;From this week,&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, have an awesome rest at home !&lt;br /&gt;Go kedai buy my favourite you tiaos, pepsi/coke/icelemontea, bubor hitam/tao swan etc !&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, if I won't be posted to Mice at work, then i'll work . Otherwise, i'll see what I can do .&lt;br /&gt;Monday, head to school to pay school fees (-.-) and then collect my O levels results .&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Head to the Singapore Zoo and more to be confirmed .&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, I really want to laze about and stay idle at home .. it's what they call 'rotting' . But working is more productive .&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, perhaps work ..&lt;br /&gt;Friday, work ..&lt;br /&gt;In this case, I would only get about $150+ of salary next week ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from school reminding me that I have fee arrears amounting to $152 to be paid ..&lt;br /&gt;Only then I can collect my results .&lt;br /&gt;What the goat !&lt;br /&gt;That's about three days' worth of work la sey !&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least i'm paying .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I used to wonder how the adults feel like.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, going to work, then returning back home right after .&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle repeats for about 300 days a year or so .&lt;br /&gt;It gets lonely .&lt;br /&gt;Most people don't hangout cause they can't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is like school; You'll enjoy if you have friends .&lt;br /&gt;One difference is the kind of friends you'll make .&lt;br /&gt;I understand now that adults have nothing to lose, but only to gain .&lt;br /&gt;That's why adults are more likely to talk !&lt;br /&gt;Most children or teenagers would shunt themselves away because they don't know who the hell you are .&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky to them when someone can easily have a jovial conversation with a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;as if with his bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;There are many narrow-minded people .&lt;br /&gt;Confidence is mistaken for freaky .&lt;br /&gt;Charm is mistaken for flirt . Of course, in a negative context .&lt;br /&gt;Kindness is mistaken for malicious deeds .&lt;br /&gt;How to live like this ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is about a quarter to 4 in the morning .&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get ready by 10 plus to meet some sec sch friends .&lt;br /&gt;We will be heading to Republic Polytechnic for it's open house !&lt;br /&gt;I would only have less than 2 hours, so i'll be making a priorty list .&lt;br /&gt;First: Biomedical Science&lt;br /&gt;Second: Biotechnology&lt;br /&gt;Third: Other science courses .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have ambitions to be a doctor .&lt;br /&gt;But, I have no idea how to get there,&lt;br /&gt;or whether I would have the aptitude for such intellectual demands .&lt;br /&gt;I'm slow .&lt;br /&gt;I have poor memory .&lt;br /&gt;I'm sloppy .&lt;br /&gt;I'm not confident .&lt;br /&gt;I'm not systematic .&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't follow logic . That lead to imprecations against me .&lt;br /&gt;I'm a feeling kind of person, as some of you have been told .&lt;br /&gt;I'll teach you how to feel .&lt;br /&gt;Remember that phrase ? Ahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I need to change .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Lets criticise myself constructively .&lt;br /&gt;I've grown soft .&lt;br /&gt;I've been too patient.. condoning such teasings towards me that .. I actually am becoming one .&lt;br /&gt;I used to be rugged .. I need to be once again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;br /&gt;I can really backspace everything before this paragraph .&lt;br /&gt;That's why I didn't bother to highlight any words before this .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because I really don't know what to do in my life now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being put into a situation where im forced to be independent&lt;br /&gt;and take responsibility of my life .&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult .&lt;br /&gt;It's fucking difficult .&lt;br /&gt;I used to be spoon-fed like most of you all .&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to go to school .&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to obey rules .&lt;br /&gt;Even if we break, the ramifications would only be detention or just suspension .&lt;br /&gt;Detention is great; You can talk to the teacher in charge . Everyone who goes in does that -.-&lt;br /&gt;Suspension is better ! Free holiday .&lt;br /&gt;See, we take these matter lightly .&lt;br /&gt;Being in charged of your life, you are presented with three options:&lt;br /&gt;- To do something&lt;br /&gt;- To not do something&lt;br /&gt;- To procrastinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It really is exasperating when you are being presented with choices .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally am starting to see that I need to take charge of my life .&lt;br /&gt;My own life .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-444634377745118252?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/444634377745118252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=444634377745118252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/444634377745118252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/444634377745118252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2011/01/taking-charge.html' title='Taking Charge'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7472800430487834217</id><published>2011-01-04T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T05:06:45.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being The Better Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm a profoundly compassionate and discerningly kind guy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Even I myself can't believe it at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what it is, Me .&lt;br /&gt;Things have happened,&lt;br /&gt;have been happening&lt;br /&gt;and will happen .&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my course of work during the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;I discovered aspects of me that made me understand myself better .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, this is the issue at work .&lt;br /&gt;It's making every single one of my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at work all enraged and worked up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is my side of the story ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the room, it was Farhan, Hyqal and myself .&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting away to pass time .. at the same time, it was sort of a bonding session .&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, an aunty in her forties came to us with a request .&lt;br /&gt;She was a Malay female, thus i'll refer to her as makcik .&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind, i'm a Malay too .&lt;br /&gt;The makcik asked for help, saying that she needed help to carry something .&lt;br /&gt;Without even thinking about it, I stood up and offered to aid her .&lt;br /&gt;So we went into the kitchen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen, she asked me to carry a metal grill up from the metal table .&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe in further detail so that you can have a sense of what the hell was on the table .&lt;br /&gt;There was a metal grill, with the handles at the sides .&lt;br /&gt;On top of it, there were rocks .. if I were to count em, it would amount to about a 50-70 of em .&lt;br /&gt;The rocks were the size of a hockey ball, only slightly smaller .&lt;br /&gt;I knew that if I were to carry the grill from the sides,&lt;br /&gt;the rocks would topple over onto the floor just right in front of me .&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I needed to push the grill backwards to avoid dropping the rocks, after assessing the problem .&lt;br /&gt;There was only one thing that I didn't know :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Was the grill hot ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There were cases of scalds and burns that have occured, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I was just being cautious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I tried to lightly tap the metal grill from the front .&lt;br /&gt;But you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makcik said to move aside and told me that I was slow .. adding that was it even difficult to do it .&lt;br /&gt;Aha ... I just replied ," Okayyyy, sorryyy ."&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back into the room .&lt;br /&gt;For the first time ever, I cursed an old lady silently .&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, my friend went out into the kitchen .&lt;br /&gt;Makcik: (Translated) Eyh, your friend is a softy eyh .&lt;br /&gt;(Buto, dier panggil aku lembot..)&lt;br /&gt;Hyqal: (Translated) What ? He's straight la !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of us had a conversation after that .&lt;br /&gt;I tried to remain on good terms with her and keep the atmosphere calm .&lt;br /&gt;That was until she said I was lembot right in front of my face .&lt;br /&gt;I was...&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you were in my position ?&lt;br /&gt;What happened during that moment.. I won't elaborate further .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I was upset .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I had the intention to help .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS FUCKING UPSET LA SIAL !&lt;br /&gt;But soon after, I let the matter rest .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to hold any grudges .&lt;br /&gt;Days later when we saw each other again, I just kept quiet and just didn't bother to look at her .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I just needed time to forget the whole incident and move on .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... She told everyone that aku lembot behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;She told anyone who's working at Osia about me ,&lt;br /&gt;and she even exaggerated my way of tapping the unknowingly hot or not metal grill,&lt;br /&gt;making me sound like a real lembot .&lt;br /&gt;In english, she meant that I was a sissy .&lt;br /&gt;I got to know about it when my friends told me myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...... I was like, what ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friends were all furious .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARAH LA SIAL ! MARAH !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmmm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, they are willing to confront her .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But their ways are irrational .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here's how I feel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I feel like, not giving, but throwing her a fucking tight slap to her face .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That's just how I feel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But I know clearly that that ain't gonna resolve the matter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I want to talk to the makcik in a civilize manner .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haiz ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WAS JUST TRYING TO HELP LA SIAL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY CAN'T SHE BE PATIENT FOR A LITTLE WHILE WHILE I WAS TESTING WHETHER THE GRILL WAS HOT OR NOT ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY DID SHE HAD TO TALK ROTTEN ABOUT ME TO EVERYBODY ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HER ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S FUCKING OUTRAGEOUS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WORLD, I TELL YOU NOW .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS IS FUCKING TYPICAL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AIN'T NO WONDER THE WORLD IS NEVER AT PEACE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I RESENT BERATING SUCH PEOPLE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT THIS IS THE FUCKING TRUTH .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DALAM BAHASE MELAYU," MEMANG BETOL PERH?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THOUSANDS OF OTHERS WOULD AGREE LA SIAL .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PUKIMAK PUNYE MAKCIK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it could be that she just wanted to talk to people,&lt;br /&gt;and the only topic she could think up of other than the typical," how long have you work here?"&lt;br /&gt;was about me .&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, stories about me are juicy, right ? (That was fucking sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess she was just lonely .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is just one story .&lt;br /&gt;There are a plethora of similar cases that surrounds me .&lt;br /&gt;Calling me names behind my back .&lt;br /&gt;I never did anything to them .&lt;br /&gt;I even helped them for that matter la sial !&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that there are many HYPOCRITES .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.... For real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't deserve to be treated that way .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but it's alright .&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I get to learn about life man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Due to this, I see people stood up to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I see people siding people despite them being in the wrong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I hear people making stories .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I see people gullible enough to believe em, despite being older and supposedly more matured than me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I see the people who are not worth the effort .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I see how people would do anything to defend themselves until they are at their wits' end, despite being in the wrong .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I see hypocrites .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I see that people have the tendency to only think from their point of view and care about their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;feeings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Aku nampak ramai orang loyar buruk .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(It shows a lot about your heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I learnt that i'm a damn forgiving person .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I learnt that my level of tolerance is high .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I learnt that I handle situations in a phlegmatic and rational manner .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I learnt that I really am a matured guy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I learnt to laugh it off .. hahaa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, i'm all better now.&lt;br /&gt;Ergo,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a profoundly compassionate and discerningly kind guy,&lt;br /&gt;that even I myself can't believe it at times .&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha .&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7472800430487834217?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-6757951763270517880</id><published>2010-12-31T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:56:23.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Grace, Farewell 2010 .</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 35 minutes till the start of the brand new year .&lt;br /&gt;Ergo before I usher in 2011,&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to say a few words .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 2010 have been an elevator ride for me .&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of ups and downs ..&lt;br /&gt;When it's up, it goes real high .&lt;br /&gt;But when it's down, it goes real low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of regrets ..&lt;br /&gt;Well, due to those regrets,&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt a lot about Life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ergo, i've never regretted having those regrets .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember clear my New Year Resolution for 2010 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;To appreciate the people around me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really did .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to that, i've formed bonds that I never imagined I could have .&lt;br /&gt;Sure, friends come and go .&lt;br /&gt;But there were a bunch of people who made my effort worth it .&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever, so enjoy those moments while you can ..&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for the rest of this year .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 30 minutes more till 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;You know, I still can't believe it's gonna be 2011 soon .&lt;br /&gt;Usually, it'd be a brand new year in the same old school, with the same people and environment .&lt;br /&gt;But 2011 will be different ..&lt;br /&gt;I'll most resolutely be admitted to a Polytechnic .&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be older .&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be exposed to more people from a variety of backgrounds .&lt;br /&gt;I'll experience a plethora of situations which i've never did had before this .&lt;br /&gt;I'm no more a boy .. i'll grow up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 25 minutes more till 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;It's this time of the year where you feel that it'd would be great to just,&lt;br /&gt;spend time sitting on a bench with a special someone or people,&lt;br /&gt;that includes a girl, a boy, a family and such .&lt;br /&gt;For me, i'd like to just sit beside this girl ..&lt;br /&gt;Look at the fireworks together ..&lt;br /&gt;Usher in the new year together ..&lt;br /&gt;Ask about each other's New Year Resolutions ..&lt;br /&gt;and so on .&lt;br /&gt;But guess what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'm still single .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only recently I understood why people love to always be in a relationship .&lt;br /&gt;If possible, a long lasting one .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, i'm now seeing it from a different perspective .&lt;br /&gt;Life .. it changes oneself as it makes you see from a different light .&lt;br /&gt;I've been couped up in my own world that I fail to see the real deal .&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but steadily, more and more i'm seeing these things .&lt;br /&gt;All the more I should strive for top honours .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 20 minutes more till 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;It's soo close !&lt;br /&gt;Time passes that quick, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;No kidding ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel regarding the transition from 2010 to 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don't want to leave behind 2010 .. But i'm looking forward into moving on .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can't wait for living Life in 2011 but I feel reluctant to do so .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'd wish for time to come to a standstill .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 15 more minutes till 2011 .&lt;br /&gt;Well, life have to go on .&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot grasp this moment ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's a HUGE issue for me, you know ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be no more a boy in school uniform .&lt;br /&gt;I'll be no more a small kid .&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of things that I won't be anymore .&lt;br /&gt;My life will change more drastically from now for anything can and will happen .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm gonna end the last post for 2010 for Rhythm of my Funk .&lt;br /&gt;I've given a lot of deliberation on it ..&lt;br /&gt;It might seem familiar to some, but it really is and has been what i've been planning to to and be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ergo, here's my New Year Resolution for 2011 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll be a whole new story now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Be part of it ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;With grace, farewell.. 2010 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to all, have an awesome one for the rest of the year (:&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, 2011 !&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-6757951763270517880?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-5745121829864673002</id><published>2010-12-27T22:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T23:50:56.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning About Myself</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since i've did a proper post .&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell you to be ambitious .&lt;br /&gt;Have a dream in life .&lt;br /&gt;Work towards it .&lt;br /&gt;Then relish your position once you're there .&lt;br /&gt;Often if not always, they don't tell you what happens after that .&lt;br /&gt;I have a couple of ambitions in life,&lt;br /&gt;in the sense of being what I want to be when I grow up .&lt;br /&gt;After i've consolidated enough interests for this particular profession,&lt;br /&gt;I hope my passion for it remains resolute enough to last me till i'm old and gray .&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a Doctor .&lt;br /&gt;I want to help people by means of health and well-being .&lt;br /&gt;I feel a sense of joy when I help people .&lt;br /&gt;I want to choose this path .&lt;br /&gt;I hope to meet like-minded people along the way .&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make the world a better place, hand in hand with them .&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know how the hell I am to be able to have that ambition of mine consummated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But this is life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Well, life can and will put you down .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Since we are subjected to being pushed down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;our faces can be flipped from a frown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;as life can and will push you back up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew almost nobody as I entered the working world .&lt;br /&gt;Despite those whom I already knew of, we were nowhere close .&lt;br /&gt;I've been put down everytime I go to work .&lt;br /&gt;I knew nothing .&lt;br /&gt;I got bullied .&lt;br /&gt;I was to work with the people whom most people detest .&lt;br /&gt;I kept being called names for my actions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... i've been tolerant .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I believe I did managed to flip my frown .&lt;br /&gt;I helped people whereever possible .&lt;br /&gt;I remained positive .&lt;br /&gt;I motivated myself .&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself .&lt;br /&gt;Ergo you should know, persistence pays off .&lt;br /&gt;I'm acquainted with everybody .&lt;br /&gt;I'm friends with almost all of them .&lt;br /&gt;A few of them tick me off .&lt;br /&gt;Though I know they still deserve some attention;&lt;br /&gt;They feel alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have empathy towards people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days past by, I learn a couple of things about myself .&lt;br /&gt;It's during certain moments where you'll see yourself stripped to the rawest of personas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ergo, it can be said that I could be a moving pinnacle of Kindness .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, a great deal of people don't know how to appreciate such rarity .&lt;br /&gt;That's why kindness tends to be exploited .&lt;br /&gt;That's why people grow up with the mindset of .. I don't know how to put this in words .&lt;br /&gt;They're so bent on not wanting to be stepped upon like a walking doormat&lt;br /&gt;that they contribute to animosity that continues to pervade the air each time it happens ..&lt;br /&gt;because it happens all the time!&lt;br /&gt;And a great deal of them don't know how to handle such situations, at the most crucial of moments .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When life throws a lemon at your face, you'd pick it up from the floor and hurl back harder .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When life throws a lemon at your face, you could throw a durian in a visceral reaction .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But when life throws a lemon at your face, why not peel it and then give it back ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;He'd eat the lemon, feeling bad for trying to hurt you when you won't hurt him back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That's where he'll feel the sting of his own actions, when he tastes the sourness of his own lemon .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take this metaphor and learn from &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-5745121829864673002?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/5745121829864673002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=5745121829864673002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5745121829864673002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/5745121829864673002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/learning-about-myself.html' title='Learning About Myself'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7733460750512201792</id><published>2010-12-25T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:52:45.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes</title><content type='html'>I'm about to go to work in a lil while .&lt;br /&gt;Though, there's a few issues I wanna post to be used as notes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's with every step,&lt;br /&gt;however small it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with my name,&lt;br /&gt;so it ends with the other person's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapping has lost it's meaning to me having been mundane,&lt;br /&gt;the clues are conspicuous, so it's time to work my brain .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7733460750512201792?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7733460750512201792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7733460750512201792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7733460750512201792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7733460750512201792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/notes.html' title='Notes'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3275471946360605295</id><published>2010-12-22T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:57:54.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconsolated</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The full moon remains bright ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like deleting all my contacts .&lt;br /&gt;Like, everyone whom I ever knew .&lt;br /&gt;It ain't as if I have anything against them .&lt;br /&gt;Though .. hmm .&lt;br /&gt;I guess I now know why people have lesser and lesser friends as they get older .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've learnt things about myself lately .&lt;br /&gt;My level of patience is high .&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it myself .&lt;br /&gt;Though .. I really do not have the aptitude for giving repartees .&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i'm like a thick wall .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .. also, I just got to know a few hours ago that,&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine passed away .&lt;br /&gt;He had not many family members to talk about, thus he got cremated on the day he died .&lt;br /&gt;That's just .. can you imagine if he were you ?&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to anyone who loved him dearly .&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for him ...&lt;br /&gt;He was just starting to put everything in his life in order ..&lt;br /&gt;Rebuild a new life for himself after being released .&lt;br /&gt;We jusssst had a jovial conversation less than a week ago .&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .&lt;br /&gt;People can be gone forever just like that, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't only come to know it now ..&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i've only felt a certain level of significance only now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been gazing at the screen for the past 15 minutes ..&lt;br /&gt;So much I wanna say ..&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say it to a person ..&lt;br /&gt;a close friend, preferably .&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being pessimistic but, I guess it's not possible .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm .&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how to be witty .&lt;br /&gt;Shaun, help me .&lt;br /&gt;(Wit is an important attribute to have because it has a variety of uses . I tell ya that .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I guess .. i'm turning introverted .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then again, I guess it's just my environment .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hmm.. maybe from now onwards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it would be a good time to focus on studies as soon as I get admitted into a polytechnic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Get a diploma ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Study Medicine in NUS or some other university and graduate ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Become a doctor ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then a senior one ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Then I don't know .. wait for death to take me away perhaps .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3275471946360605295?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3275471946360605295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3275471946360605295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3275471946360605295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3275471946360605295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/disconsolated.html' title='Disconsolated'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-6885041624327889852</id><published>2010-12-17T03:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:54:17.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Assimilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;With the wind brushing against my ear as I sat as the corner of the vehicle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It was as if a fracus occured everytime it accelerates .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an off day from work on Friday .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Specially for this reason: To have a mini belated celebration for one of my good friends, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Syahrul Nizam .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He deserves any good comings from anyone involved 'later' on after Friday prayers .&lt;br /&gt;I'm even willing to give him a big treat using the money that i've earned ..&lt;br /&gt;Terror, right ?&lt;br /&gt;Though my salary for that week was .. only two days' worth !&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a lot,&lt;br /&gt;though I have all resolute faith that he is worth it .&lt;br /&gt;Friends: They come and go for me .&lt;br /&gt;But i'll make his day in commemoration of his previous acts , stature and other attributes you can think of .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's an update on the progress of the skills that I acquired .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braille:&lt;br /&gt;I can already visually read them individual letters .&lt;br /&gt;I take some time to figure out the words that forms the sentence,&lt;br /&gt;for every word has a couple of letters requiring deciphering .&lt;br /&gt;I even write in Braille letters .&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good .&lt;br /&gt;However, i'm still unable to feel the bumps on the actual Braille letters .&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, I still am not astute enough to perceive the world with just the sense of touch .&lt;br /&gt;What if i'm blind one day ? Give that a thought .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left-handed writing :&lt;br /&gt;As you would know i'm right-handed,&lt;br /&gt;attempting to write with my left hand on a regular basis is pretty excruciatingly exasperating .&lt;br /&gt;(What a way to describe the feeling, huh ? hahaa)&lt;br /&gt;Though, i'm constantly improving on it .&lt;br /&gt;When I write fast, my words are still illegible .&lt;br /&gt;When I write slow, the level of efficiency is serious low .&lt;br /&gt;Those are areas where I can still improve on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed writing:&lt;br /&gt;Lol .&lt;br /&gt;But on a serious note, I want to be discerningly apt at cursive handwriting .&lt;br /&gt;The world is big . Your handwriting says at least something about you .&lt;br /&gt;Though of course, the consensus is volatile .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inverted writing:&lt;br /&gt;Aha .&lt;br /&gt;It's easy, I tell ya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading inverted words:&lt;br /&gt;Double aha .&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult, I tell ya .&lt;br /&gt;It may come to a point where you can become deranged .&lt;br /&gt;You'd wish there's some sort of mirror in your eyes .&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;But i'm improving .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Aid:&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I need constant recapping .&lt;br /&gt;Though one rule is already innate in me; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Use my surroundings to my advantage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;That includes my clothes .. you know the rest .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing skills:&lt;br /&gt;(Inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;You can see it for yourselves .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i've been studying new words on the regular .&lt;br /&gt;The thing about it is that .. it takes a while for those weird words to transform into a feeling .&lt;br /&gt;Language is like that. You know the deal .&lt;br /&gt;I may not know much to say, for example in the event I need to conjure a riposte .&lt;br /&gt;Though hey, it's feeding a person prone to get fat .&lt;br /&gt;If you get my metaphor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience:&lt;br /&gt;It's a skill, I tell ya .&lt;br /&gt;Alongside other virtues, it is stil standing strong .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articulation:&lt;br /&gt;Aha .&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I haven't been speaking much with a true voice lately .&lt;br /&gt;Autumn has turned into winter in the lumen of life, if you understand my metaphor .&lt;br /&gt;(Kay, that's quite a difficult one to comprehend .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People:&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a skill too .&lt;br /&gt;Say when a person talks, listen .&lt;br /&gt;Make eye contact and such, you know the deal .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I realise this of myself; When people compliment me, I can't make eye contact .&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hit the hay now .&lt;br /&gt;Though one final comment I wanna express:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey Asyran, thanks a bunch dude .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You were there when I was at my lowest during that period of time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Furthermore, I grew to love my environment more and more each time I attended work now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What a great guy you are .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You have my gratitude .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what he did ? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;He opened a window for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Man ... Karma sure works surreptitiously .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people I now know,&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't deserve to be hurled such names,&lt;br /&gt;for he ain't one .&lt;br /&gt;The world is already messed up .&lt;br /&gt;Though i'm seeing more and more kinds of people ..&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes are bigger than ever now, if you understand my metaphor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yea .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, a fracus means a noisy quarrel .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, astute means clever .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, excruciating means a pain that makes you go demented .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, demented means crazy .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, a lumen means a hole .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, a riposte means a quick comeback .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, conjure means to produce .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, exasperating means really, really annoying .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basically, surreptitiously means being done secretly .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-6885041624327889852?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/6885041624327889852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=6885041624327889852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6885041624327889852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6885041624327889852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/assimilation.html' title='The Assimilation'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3727803437145931545</id><published>2010-12-16T03:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T03:59:01.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Ain't ?</title><content type='html'>As I sit and stare into the distant ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hoping not to see any soft beings though.. it's 3 in the morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I grow annoyed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright .&lt;br /&gt;The fact is right there and there .&lt;br /&gt;I deplore saying this statement but ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They are all the same .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really man .. fuck .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget etiquette .&lt;br /&gt;For when they are at the most intrinsic moments, especially with their friends ..&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .&lt;br /&gt;I can't expand the circle without even having a thought to utter .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something cultural ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3727803437145931545?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3727803437145931545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3727803437145931545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3727803437145931545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3727803437145931545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-aint.html' title='Who Ain&apos;t ?'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-6185695672197467936</id><published>2010-12-14T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:56:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Have ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Blame me.. for making the world a better place .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lets get it on .&lt;br /&gt;You know ..&lt;br /&gt;I'm really feeling all lovey dovey now .&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa, as I imitate you ..&lt;br /&gt;As you're the only person I can think of .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Everybody have somebody on their minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody knows of a good love song, one of which hopefully I don't already know of, do share it with me (:&lt;br /&gt;Though yea, I doubt there'd be any . Hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making good progress at work,&lt;br /&gt;in terms of public relations . Chey .&lt;br /&gt;I befriended everyone .&lt;br /&gt;Of course, reciprocity isn't paramount in individuals .&lt;br /&gt;But well, whatever ah .. This is where you gotta 'perangai' a lil bit .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving up for a laptop ..&lt;br /&gt;alongside that, i'm saving up for a guitar too .&lt;br /&gt;Nothing fancy; I just want one to play with .&lt;br /&gt;Then get all emotional .. 'feeling2' as they would say .&lt;br /&gt;Come on, don't think jiwang just because i'm a Malay . Racists .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i've met a couple of racists here and there .&lt;br /&gt;I feel like imprecating them .&lt;br /&gt;But i'm ever patient (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave a glance out the window and guess what I saw ?&lt;br /&gt;The moon (:&lt;br /&gt;It's half the complete moon though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I guess that's my disposition, for I would feel complete if I have a girl to be with me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, respecting myself, I won't need anyone to make me feel complete .&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I want it that way .&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I don't just say," I'm not complete without my other half," without a reason to it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;i've done downloading new lovey dovey songs, adding to my existing ones, to my ipod .&lt;br /&gt;That'd keep me pretty occupied, satisfied and all the -ied words you can think of that pertains .&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to super glue my working boots and get ready my uniform .&lt;br /&gt;And hmm, forget spending time with people .&lt;br /&gt;During holiday periods, people somehow always gets influenced .&lt;br /&gt;Some for the better, most for the .. you know the deal .&lt;br /&gt;I can't change them to what they were before .&lt;br /&gt;I really resent that, for I like most of them before they 'improve in both directions, not just the opposite'..&lt;br /&gt;if you understand my metaphor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approach me to enjoy nature together (:&lt;br /&gt;I just prefer doing other activities than watching movie.. go to a fast food restaurant to eat .. walk a bit..&lt;br /&gt;then go home .&lt;br /&gt;You know how it goes. And that was just an example .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ergo, changes never change .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;It finally has meaning to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, be cool .&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, the word ergo means therefore .&lt;br /&gt;It's simple as that .&lt;br /&gt;What a word, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-6185695672197467936?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/6185695672197467936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=6185695672197467936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6185695672197467936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6185695672197467936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/everybody-have.html' title='Everybody Have ..'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8183856249298095552</id><published>2010-12-12T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T20:41:13.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such Words</title><content type='html'>You know what ?&lt;br /&gt;I just stared into space for a little while and I reminisced about the past .&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i've been reminiscing as if i'm 70 years old or something .&lt;br /&gt;This quality that I developed and improving on the constant: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Confidence .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shy .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it ain't a kidding statement .&lt;br /&gt;I understand why people were quite last time .&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things in the past were simple .&lt;br /&gt;When people keep quiet and give you that look (really, a what the fucked look)&lt;br /&gt;you get this feeling .&lt;br /&gt;You'll start to question," Why is he/she looking at me? "&lt;br /&gt;"There must be something going on ."&lt;br /&gt;You ask," What's wrong?/ Kenape?"&lt;br /&gt;They'd go," Oh, nothing ."&lt;br /&gt;I grew to know better not to believe such shit .&lt;br /&gt;There's never nothing .&lt;br /&gt;Yea perhaps, what was their minds was just an irrelevant thought .&lt;br /&gt;But you know you've contributed to that cognitive process in the person .&lt;br /&gt;It's useful to have this mindset . Why ? So you learn to see through what's under the surface .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it's only used for such circumstances .&lt;br /&gt;Think .&lt;br /&gt;When people throw you a putdown, (a remark that is meant to hurt your spirit)&lt;br /&gt;you tend to fight back .&lt;br /&gt;Make a repartee . Scold him . Angst .&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that most people can understand that,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, he must have had a bad day/something is bothering him.. perhaps I should stay clam, understand him."&lt;br /&gt;Instead, guys go," Fuck you ah ! &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp; (a comment about, say, your mother)&lt;br /&gt;and girls would go," @#$%^^&amp;amp; ( disparaging sexual comments about you) You clit's too loose!"&lt;br /&gt;Come on !&lt;br /&gt;Even i'm trying to find a word to replace 'Fuck' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad words are a norm nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;In Kindergarden, calling others 'Stupid' is mean and you were thought not to say such words to others .&lt;br /&gt;In Primary School, calling other 'Bastard' is mean and you were thought not to say such words to others .&lt;br /&gt;In Secondary School, you learn almost every maledictive words that is available and use em often .&lt;br /&gt;You wanna bet that the society ain't what it is ?&lt;br /&gt;At Work, howevery cultured the environment is, you'd hear such words all the time .&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe me, go to work .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were thought not to say such words .&lt;br /&gt;So why in the end, people say such words frequently ?&lt;br /&gt;Can't find other words to put people down ?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, A cursed B.&lt;br /&gt;B cursed D.&lt;br /&gt;C cursed A .&lt;br /&gt;F cursed E .&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, people retaliate in the same manner .&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you !"&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you back !"&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a visceral reaction of humans .&lt;br /&gt;Means it's characterised by Instinct rather than Intellect .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Due to this, the self confidence of people have been made vulnerable .&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Because we feel a need to always protect ourselves from such remarks .&lt;br /&gt;Such remarks have been ingrained at the back of our minds that they're offensive to us&lt;br /&gt;and we have to defend back .&lt;br /&gt;Since we are such intellectual individuals,&lt;br /&gt;why can words hurt us ?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we know better that we can just brush those words aside ?&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, some of us just cannot !&lt;br /&gt;That's what I observe !&lt;br /&gt;Why ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know .. maybe because they are bound to easily lose confidence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that that i've just mentioned, is just one scenerio .&lt;br /&gt;Confidence .&lt;br /&gt;A quality of trustworthiness in a person .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Instead of learning how to mitigate such tension or even preventing such conflicts to arise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;we learn how to hurl such words in retaliation .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Revenge is sweet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe people are inclined to have revenge BECAUSE of that phrase .&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain it .&lt;br /&gt;But that's what I notice over the years .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now know why are humans fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(of course, due to other reasons too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8183856249298095552?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8183856249298095552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8183856249298095552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8183856249298095552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8183856249298095552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/such-words.html' title='Such Words'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8560425562128849914</id><published>2010-12-11T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:49:44.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another First Day of Work</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;I've got my muse .&lt;br /&gt;Lets roll .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy week .&lt;br /&gt;I ain't just saying .&lt;br /&gt;There have been a day's worth of hours wasted .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I kinda resented that .&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I can only keep looking forward .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, i've been on the regular when it comes to expanding my vocabularies .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I ain't saying short term .&lt;br /&gt;I never used to be able to do this .. put commitment in such actions like learning new words everyday .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have much free time on my hands lately .&lt;br /&gt;But when I do, I would take out my ipod and just read up on all the new words&lt;br /&gt;that i've collected over the past two weeks .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, the list will definitely grow . Not only in virtual memory but in my memory .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wanna get this done and over with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, so lets quickly talk about working .&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i've started working .&lt;br /&gt;Man .&lt;br /&gt;So far, i've worked at two different places .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Coincidentally, both my workplaces are hell distant from my house .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I had to leave home at noon .Work started at 2 pm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I still have to leave home at noon, but work started at 4 pm .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I used to get home at around 1 am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I reach home at 3 am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I worked at a quite isolated place Joo Chiat area .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I work at Resort World Sentosa .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I don't even sit during work .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I still can't sit during work .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I was fascinated by the attractive hourly pay .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I am once again fascinated by the attractive hourly pay .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I.. don't know what else to think about my job .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I.. am starting to get used to it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I fell on purple rain every single time I work .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I am making a reign over my perceptions .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I felt marooned .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I feel enlightened .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I had my self-esteem obliterated .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I am building up my self-esteem .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I felt lost .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I am piecing up the scattered fragments of glass doors .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I needed to be allayed of my fears that poisoned my mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I have had my mind cleansed steadily after migitations .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I hear maledictions every 5  minutes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I hear maledictions every 5 minutes still .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I ached my feet like damn !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I ache my back like damn !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I got acquainted with people whose personae are ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I got acquainted with the same type of people . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Last year, I felt desolated being out of town .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This year, I don't talk to the wall anymore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of work ain't that bad .&lt;br /&gt;Typically, people won't talk to you unless you talk to them .&lt;br /&gt;So, how the hell are you to talk to them if they are ..&lt;br /&gt;I managed to be of acquaintances with almost everyone . But it wasn't that smooth .&lt;br /&gt;The guys there are much older than me .&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than me .&lt;br /&gt;Almost opposite of me .&lt;br /&gt;Tatoos .&lt;br /&gt;Smoke .&lt;br /&gt;Piercings .&lt;br /&gt;Stares .&lt;br /&gt;I was quite daunted la siol .&lt;br /&gt;But being in such a place, you got to be phlegmatic . Remember that .&lt;br /&gt;Like i've told to some of you; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If you want people to take you seriously, don't behave like a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright . Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8560425562128849914?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8560425562128849914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8560425562128849914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8560425562128849914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8560425562128849914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-first-day-of-work.html' title='Another First Day of Work'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8219712039366977365</id><published>2010-12-11T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T03:41:50.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Silver Lorry</title><content type='html'>3am .&lt;br /&gt;Just got home .&lt;br /&gt;Tell ya about work life from my eyes soon .&lt;br /&gt;Aha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;working is about growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , while i'm still young .&lt;br /&gt;Once i'm an adult, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;growing up will be about working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;A big lol .&lt;br /&gt;Check out .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8219712039366977365?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8219712039366977365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8219712039366977365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8219712039366977365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8219712039366977365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/that-silver-lorry.html' title='That Silver Lorry'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-6031403465420159364</id><published>2010-12-08T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:00:35.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap: Some Stains</title><content type='html'>Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Here's what it is .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I used to hear the saying of how cold the world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;how many people have been praying to grab hold of world peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;if an air of cordiality pervades, that I would wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;to put an end in animosity so all these madness would cease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;if milk can be processed and be turned into cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;it may not be the same for oil because it might just turn into grease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;do you get my metaphor, you might only think you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But I guess some stains just can't be cleaned, that's why my mind could hardly rest in peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-6031403465420159364?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/6031403465420159364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=6031403465420159364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6031403465420159364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/6031403465420159364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/rap-some-stains.html' title='Rap: Some Stains'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-3694228588157335821</id><published>2010-12-08T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:29:47.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinched</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Clinched .&lt;br /&gt;Lets work .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-3694228588157335821?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/3694228588157335821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=3694228588157335821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3694228588157335821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/3694228588157335821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/clinched.html' title='Clinched'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-4391424655669339264</id><published>2010-12-06T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:05:07.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noble or Malice?</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the main issue .&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for a job interview tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;This time, the manager would not be my cousin . Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;.. And all the memories about my previous work experience kicks in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not nervous about the interview .. Not even close .&lt;br /&gt;If I get the job, then my anxiety would start .&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know whether I would be able to give my commitment to a job ..&lt;br /&gt;to have higher authorities ordering me around and such .&lt;br /&gt;I resented all those .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one night (or rather early morning), close to 1 am,&lt;br /&gt;I would have just returned home from work .&lt;br /&gt;Settled down .. picked up my guitar and strum my sorrows away .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I was still depressed during that period .&lt;br /&gt;Working last time .. the money helped a bit, but the experience was hurtful .&lt;br /&gt;I really felt marooned .&lt;br /&gt;I felt like crying every night.. even during work .&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I can still imagine how negative and solemn I was back then .&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the girl who gave me support during those days .&lt;br /&gt;Man, emotional support .. I needed that more than ever back then .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't compare myself to other people .&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa . Hmmm.. I believe i'm just growing up .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sucks . But I have to work as if I am schooling when i'm an adult .&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I'm gonna pull myself together .&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i'd have to do it, alone .&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let's just do it Shahrul (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*Stop being a pussy*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, eyh..&lt;br /&gt;...I could have sworn I heard st..&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alright, moving on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Noble or Malice ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure by now you guys would have heard about the campaign for Children' Rights, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;Check this out .&lt;br /&gt;One time, it's to be supported . Hence, people changed their DP to cartoons and such .&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's to be detested . Hence, people changed back to their original DP .&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because there is this rumour about the campaign was launched by a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; group of pedophiles&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;It was stated that their &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;motive was to get children to accept their friend requests&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Children would be more inclined to accept such requests from strangers&lt;/span&gt; with cartoons as their DP .&lt;br /&gt;It's a thought to be disgusted . Then again, the idea would be quite effective, wouldn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;(Furthermore, it's the Child Awareness Month, somewhere I read . If it really is, then wow ..&lt;br /&gt;What a smart bunch of people .)&lt;br /&gt;(Yea, we can learn from this)&lt;br /&gt;That is, IF this counter-campaign is even true .&lt;br /&gt;The one I see on facebook currently is pretty much the same when I researched over the internet from other sources .&lt;br /&gt;Particularly, the word ,"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" .&lt;br /&gt;Simply said, it's amazing how people would believe such proclaims just because it says,"in the NEWS.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the .&lt;br /&gt;Here's the outcome from all the buzz created .&lt;br /&gt;People actually believe word for word what is being said without actually checking out other sources for ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know . Justification or.. Reliability perhaps ?&lt;br /&gt;We all can learn something from this man .&lt;br /&gt;But ..The campaign did state something about ," until 6 december"&lt;br /&gt;So... If this pedophile thing wouldn't have surfaced, then I suppose people would revert to their original DP&lt;br /&gt;after 6 of december, knowing that they've sincerely(or just for the sake of following other people)&lt;br /&gt;supported a good cause .. and then continue with their lives .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the deal .&lt;br /&gt;If the campaign is sincere, then it has proved successful trying to raise awareness to the people of my community .&lt;br /&gt;That's good .&lt;br /&gt;If the campaign ain't, then ... I won't consider saying anything about it .&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea . Lately, more and more people I know are Talking to the moon ..&lt;br /&gt;Even in messages .&lt;br /&gt;The moon .. Hmmm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Well hey, we always got to smile even when we are sad inside, right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Just to let the lone star in the night sky know that the full moon never stops thinking of it ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You can always expect something heartwarming from The moon, yea (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;For he really has. But the moon and the star just have to connect ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright . Be cool (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-4391424655669339264?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/4391424655669339264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=4391424655669339264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4391424655669339264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/4391424655669339264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/noble-or-malice.html' title='Noble or Malice?'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2888092963076285304</id><published>2010-12-04T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:11:37.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias And Distorted Thinking</title><content type='html'>Alright, lets get it started .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are many words that probably you've already learnt .&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps even classifying them as easy words .&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt of many such words throughout my secondary school days but,&lt;br /&gt;I realise that I don't really employ them colloquially .&lt;br /&gt;(Honestly, i'm not sure whether my previous sentence was correct . But i'll just try anyway .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my friend, Hakim .&lt;br /&gt;When I used to hang out with him, he would attempt to make sentences using words that are not commonly used .&lt;br /&gt;Say, Epitome ? Hahahaa .&lt;br /&gt;See, we need more people like him to cultivate this practice so as to produce a more linguistically apt community .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From now on, i'll start to explain certain word usage, or anything else for that matter, here and there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even so for myself as well as some people, we aren't sure at times which words would be correct to use .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For example, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Practise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Practice&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;PractiSe&lt;/span&gt; is the verb form whereas &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;PractiCe&lt;/span&gt; is the noun form .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I believe that such small measures taken as shown would hopefully go a long way .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It's the littlest things that we tend to overlook .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So if you get to learn something new by reading my blog, then i'm glad for you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This way, we can all improve ourselves together !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Although yea, i'm not thaaaaat good in my language . I just.. make attempts .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, so lets move .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea .&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all have heard about phobias .&lt;br /&gt;Let me indicate a few of which i've found over the internet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Altophobia: Fear of heights .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anuptaphobia: Fear of staying single .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Arithmophobia: Fear of numbers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Autophobia: Fear of being alone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and the list goes on . There are just soo many types of phobias .&lt;br /&gt;Imagine someone having a phobia of having a phobia .&lt;br /&gt;Get it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lets see .. i'm afraid of crazy high heights but i'm not altophobic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.. I don't want to remain single but i'm not anuptaphobic . You'd probably be called vain if you are .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.. I am lazy to calculate numbers sometimes but i'm not arithmophobic . Lol, how do they even live ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;.. Sure i'd like some company every now and then but i'm no autophobic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any term for fears for rollercoaster rides ? Because I am HORRIFIED by such rides .&lt;br /&gt;SUPER SCARED !&lt;br /&gt;PETRIFIED !&lt;br /&gt;and all those weird words you can find in the dictionary . Hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;It'd probably be called rollercoasterophobia .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah, I have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rollercoasterophobia&lt;/span&gt; people ! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's fun to make up -phobia words .&lt;br /&gt;Do it with your friends !&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;*Someone who's full of bullshit comes along ..*&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHH ....", as I ran away .&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Why did you ran away screaming like that ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't help it . I have bullshitophobia .&lt;br /&gt;Friend: *whaaaaaaaat?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's confirmed, i'm going for a job interview soon .&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really got to start soon .&lt;br /&gt;I kind of like what it offers . And at this point of time, my situation is getting dire .&lt;br /&gt;A job is a necessity to me now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Alright, now i'm gonna talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Distorted Thinking&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found this topic over the internet (man, ain't the internet wonderful?) and i'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;tell you what are some of the distorted mindsets and a somewhat explanation of each of them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1. Mental Filter: We dwell on a bad event and let it discolour our entire view of life .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A little like the drop of ink that discolours a glass of water .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2. Emotional Reasoning: For example: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We FEEL like a born loser AND SO we believe we are one !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;3. Mind Reading: We think that our assupmtions of what others are thinking are true .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;4. Jumping To Conclusion: For example: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"I see some Mat Reps and their nature .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I will not hire any Malays for a job ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Yea, we were not even considered for application in some cases due to our race . Yes, i'm a Malay .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(This is especially)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;5. Personalising :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We think that everything people do or say is some kind of reaction to us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We compare ourselves to others, try to determine who's smarter or better-looking .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We tend to relate everything around us to ourselves .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, credits to Aaron Beck .&lt;br /&gt;Thank you soo much for your research man .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, mindset plays a part .&lt;br /&gt;Let me group them what i've mentioned under &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;: Emotional Reasoning, Personalising , Mind Reading, Mental Filter and Jumping To Conclusions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WORLD&lt;/span&gt;: ....&lt;br /&gt;So as I can see, it's all me .&lt;br /&gt;All kindness or evil I do emanates from ME .&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just from thoughts, which consolidate into a mindset .&lt;br /&gt;How flawed can one's thinking get?&lt;br /&gt;I'd admit I did personalise a lot .&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of negatively emotional reasoning .&lt;br /&gt;I mind read a lot, but I left decisions to be made rationally .&lt;br /&gt;I have no conclusion for this topic, for it's a process that progresses throughout my life .&lt;br /&gt;And hey, don't just read . Perhaps reflect upon yourself too .&lt;br /&gt;You may be perfect, I don't know .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha alright . Now it's exactly midnight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I&lt;em&gt; wanna chill through the next few hours, drinking tea from a jug ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;eating toasts with butter spreaded on their top surfaces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sit on this chairless chair ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and think about life .&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's something to be thought of constantly .&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have at least.. 3 conflicts with some friends .&lt;br /&gt;One is somewhat minor, two are drastic .&lt;br /&gt;..Hahaa, what a life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I don't want to mind read but ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I know this means something to this someone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm working on something, sort of a pensive adagio, but on paper .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I hope i'll live to be able to give it to you one day in this near future ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;for it'd tell you directly how I feel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright . Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-2888092963076285304?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/2888092963076285304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=2888092963076285304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2888092963076285304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/2888092963076285304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/phobias-and-distorted-thinking.html' title='Phobias And Distorted Thinking'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-599003140147683879</id><published>2010-12-03T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:41:21.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skill Of Getting Over Something'/><title type='text'>The Joy of Holes</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, I lie on my bed or just sit on the sofa,&lt;br /&gt;letting my mind divagate on memories alongside day dreaming .&lt;br /&gt;I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..How once, a tirade against me occured in public .&lt;br /&gt;Yea . It wasn't just some angry mother shouting,&lt;br /&gt;it was a vehement confrontation I had with her then and there .&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't retort, it wasn't morally right .&lt;br /&gt;So I remained phlegmatic, while hoping that my encounter with her didn't lead to catastrophe in each of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lives .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Tales are contemptible . I learn to get over it .&lt;br /&gt;As men tells it, " Suck it up ."&lt;br /&gt;You know,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; it's a skill to be able to get over something quick .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean putting a veil over it, as many of us do .&lt;br /&gt;Come on, we do . Hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;I can get over falsehood against yours truly pretty soon .&lt;br /&gt;Though, some memories, experiences and people are just bent to linger on my mind .&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's the same for most of us .&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps everyone ! But I can't be too sure .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. I was tantalised too many a time .&lt;br /&gt;Repeatedly, I got discouraged due to arousing expectations which cascaded from the daunting heights of mountains . Chey, applaudes for my flowery language :D&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I could only try and try again .&lt;br /&gt;This is as general as the description can get .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mentioned that it's a skill to be able to get over something quick ?&lt;br /&gt;Why ? So you can move on and focus on your life . Duh .&lt;br /&gt;So that you are not stuck in the hole for long .&lt;br /&gt;Where did the saying,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; " When you fall into a hole, get the hell out,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came from then, right ?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I made that up . Ahaa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;But sometimes, I like staying in such holes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, don't suddenly think assholes or nostrils or other body parts .&lt;br /&gt;Nope ! Don't even think sewage manholes !&lt;br /&gt;I would then make myself comfortable in the holes I was in . I'm sure some people love doing it too .&lt;br /&gt;How do I know ? How wouldn't I know . They KEEP talking about it . You can hear and even read about em everywhere .&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa, &lt;em&gt;wah binget siol&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;For me, I kept thinking about those issues .&lt;br /&gt;I like them sometimes because they kept me pretty occupied in moments of boredom .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;How do you think I never get bored ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding things to do is one thing . An alternative is staying in holes .&lt;br /&gt;Got to enjoy life, right ? So why not enjoy being downcasted for some time ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's this chain message going on in Facebook .&lt;br /&gt;It's regarding giving and showing your support for children' rights, Violence against children .&lt;br /&gt;How do you show it ?&lt;br /&gt;By changing your Display Picture to a cartoon coming from your childhood .&lt;br /&gt;More and more people are doing so .&lt;br /&gt;Just now, my friend forwarded the chain message to my wall .&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it makes no difference if I say this . But oh well, my blog .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not that I don't give my support for that particular children' rights .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't have to be conspicuous about it .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love the holidays .&lt;br /&gt;I am able to spend time doing activities that I enjoy .. which a typical person wouldn't actually find interesting .&lt;br /&gt;"SLEEP BETTER !...," is what i'd reckon such people would say .&lt;br /&gt;Just being real right here .&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm .. soo much I wanna share .&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, little at a time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-599003140147683879?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/599003140147683879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=599003140147683879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/599003140147683879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/599003140147683879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy-of-holes.html' title='The Joy of Holes'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-7543735570858079243</id><published>2010-12-01T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:46:58.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese/Japanese Gardens</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm kinda in despair .&lt;br /&gt;I've just been letting it out slowly ..&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this is one way of letting go of such feelings .&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. so hey,&lt;br /&gt;You can try this too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I started my day by waking up at 7 am .&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I was still tired man .&lt;br /&gt;I need more sleep .&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, i'm gonna try to have at least 4 cycles of.. I forgot what it was called, during sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Yea, I was back home in time to catch Chasing Sleep on Channel News Asia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting show about &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Why is sleep important ? What happens during sleep ?&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few of the many questions that are to be enlightened by watching the show .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep .. I kinda underestimate sleep nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hardly use my brain nowadays .&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I haven't been doing much cognitive activities .&lt;br /&gt;Then again at this point of time, i'm not sure of what counts as such, so forget it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to the Singapore Zoo .&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna work soon .&lt;br /&gt;When I have money, lets go to the Zoo together (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to go with people who can appreciate silence, enjoy nature, engage the surroundings with me .&lt;br /&gt;Easy as they sound, you'd be surprised how m.. ah, forget it .&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards, I met up with another one of my friends and we went to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chinese/Japanese Gardens !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's located at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lakeside MRT&lt;/span&gt; Station .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;There will be a direct path to the location mentioned above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;and you'd see it just right in front of you after you've tapped out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience and time spent there with my friend was invaluable man .&lt;br /&gt;We got to see beautiful sceneries ..&lt;br /&gt;get bitten by dragonflies or something ..&lt;br /&gt;feed fishes ..&lt;br /&gt;see turtles ..&lt;br /&gt;well, those were just some of the interesting actitivies that we had .&lt;br /&gt;One notable one would be the feeding of fishes .&lt;br /&gt;We were just walking around and saw an aunty throwing small pieces of bread into a lake .&lt;br /&gt;She brought the whole loaf of bread for that matter .&lt;br /&gt;I just decided to talk to her .&lt;br /&gt;Well, senior citizens are a bunch of reciprocative people while very friendly .&lt;br /&gt;She even gave my friend and me pieces of bread to feed the fishes too .&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that cool ?&lt;br /&gt;We had fun feeding fishes in the Japanese Garden man (:&lt;br /&gt;Well, just don't do it at the Chinese Garden, alright guys ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, I see something new .&lt;br /&gt;I experience new stimuli in my daily encounters with the world .&lt;br /&gt;I can just, laugh about it all . Serious . It's actually what makes up a major portion of the world I see now .&lt;br /&gt;It's disappointing, and a guy could only do soo much .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lets see what's new ..&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like making friends anymore . Keep getting discouraged .&lt;br /&gt;The way my mind perceive the interactions I have and the actions that are made by me is quite simple .&lt;br /&gt;I can't say that this applies to all, but most people are the problem .&lt;br /&gt;What problems are they ? Ahahaa . I can only say soo much .&lt;br /&gt;This is as honest as I can get anyway .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm quite introverted when I think about it .&lt;br /&gt;Then again, am I ?&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then you'll start hearing people passing judgements here and there .&lt;br /&gt;Well, just judge la . It's just human nature anyway . I understand .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the saying goes,&lt;br /&gt;"Just live ."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-7543735570858079243?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/7543735570858079243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=7543735570858079243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7543735570858079243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/7543735570858079243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/chinesejapanese-gardens.html' title='Chinese/Japanese Gardens'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-8312662763981524083</id><published>2010-12-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:47:33.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, It's December</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a quick one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, december has arrived .&lt;br /&gt;Keep seeing people hoping that December's gonna be a good month and all that stuffs on facebook .&lt;br /&gt;Aha, come on la . Nope, I ain't saying anything so don't think that i'm thinking ...&lt;br /&gt;Kay nevermind . Forget the psychology shit .&lt;br /&gt;Currently, it's 2 am .&lt;br /&gt;Just got home about an hour ago .&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet was interesting .&lt;br /&gt;Talked about relationships .. guys and girls perspectives and more .&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha .&lt;br /&gt;Ate half-cooked food .. kay la, more of like one third cooked food or so .&lt;br /&gt;Had stomach aches .&lt;br /&gt;Syahrulnizam's father fetched some of us and dropped us at our homes .&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, sir !&lt;br /&gt;Finally, got to see what his father looks like .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this period, the Large Slurpee at 7-11 outlets are on sale for only $1 .&lt;br /&gt;Cheap or whut ?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, why is it called Large ? The other size is Giant .&lt;br /&gt;Why not Small and Big ?&lt;br /&gt;Marketing strategy, huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to wake up early tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of a job interview at the Zoo ?&lt;br /&gt;I need to wake up at 7am later . What the heck am I awake at 2am now ?&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be another 2 hours of sleep night . Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I don't sleep that early . Yeah, 2am is considered early for me .&lt;br /&gt;Gonna sleep probably at 4 or 5 .. lol . Got to force myself to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;Sleep was a scary experience for me at one point of time .&lt;br /&gt;Especially last year .. so many drama .&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I think crazy a lot of things when i'm about to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;FACK ! In the afternoon tak nak pikir, when wanna sleep ..&lt;br /&gt;soo many thoughts just poured into my mind at a sudden .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the main issue in my mind .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The concept of knowing yourself profoundly well . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a new topic to most people .&lt;br /&gt;Once again, and I still am, disgusted .&lt;br /&gt;Not at myself , nor towards the general lot .&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, got to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be cool .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1493906346450418335-8312662763981524083?l=rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/feeds/8312662763981524083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1493906346450418335&amp;postID=8312662763981524083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8312662763981524083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1493906346450418335/posts/default/8312662763981524083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-of-funk.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-its-december.html' title='Oh, It&apos;s December'/><author><name>Shahrul Andean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03003959004451017799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VjqNLlO1IXE/TXO2OZiZlOI/AAAAAAAAABo/iGtZoXco_0E/s220/Photo-0687.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1493906346450418335.post-2369577522564687702</id><published>2010-11-28T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T00:54:35.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved A Bird</title><content type='html'>Alright .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the deal right here .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling pissed right now .&lt;br /&gt;And hey, what better way to release this feeling of annoyance by letting everything go all at once?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;First, I've been outside from afternoon till night .&lt;br /&gt;Sister called me, asked me to help her carry stuffs later on .&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we were both on the way and I told her reaching in about 5 minutes .&lt;br /&gt;I rushed .&lt;br /&gt;So when I reached my void deck, she was nowhere to be found .&lt;br /&gt;I called her .&lt;br /&gt;She said," Dah terlambat dah ...," that was it .&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it was my fault for not being faster .&lt;br /&gt;So I went up to my floor .&lt;br /&gt;And there she was, just halfway from the lifts and my house .&lt;br /&gt;Walao, a while only ..&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I just hate sarcastical tone being used for such instances .&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man ! Really, before I ACTUALLY be sarcastic to all of you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, caught up with a friend and hung out .&lt;br /&gt;Damn, gossips doesn't end, do they ?&lt;br /&gt;And you're reading this . Yea, you .&lt;br /&gt;You really know how to bring a guy down, yea ?&lt;br /&gt;Since you read my blog, you do catch up with every post i've made recently .&lt;br /&gt;I did mentioned that I was fucking down, and I didn't actually do what the Guy was supposed to do for his date .&lt;br /&gt;I put myself down, cuz I realise how bad a date I was .&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how bleak everything seemed to me at that period of time .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't managed to pick her up .&lt;br /&gt;I didn't managed to perform the customary shits .&lt;br /&gt;Damn, You didn't have to say that .&lt;br /&gt;I'm just disappointed that I found out about it . Duh, I wasn't supposed to find out about such things about me .&lt;br /&gt;Sigh .. lets just forget this .&lt;br /&gt;It's not worth it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, don't expect more rants, cuz I ain't gonna go further .&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lets start the real post .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, i've been waking up around noon lately .&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping in the wee hours though, does that explains ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian Games are finally over .. Finally .&lt;br /&gt;Let Mediacorps commences the normal boring afternoon programmes please .&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather watch those .&lt;br /&gt;I ain't saying that I don't support the games . But I don't have to explain myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ever heard of that phrase ? Same concept . Its just perception .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with a friend and we hung out .&lt;br /&gt;I spent 7 dollars for a mac meal .&lt;br /&gt;It was worth it, why ?&lt;br /&gt;First, I haven't eaten .&lt;br /&gt;Second, I haven't drank .&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I miss Mac Spicy .&lt;br /&gt;Serious, the juice that squirted out was .. heaven , I tell ya .&lt;br /&gt;And dudes, don't think dirty stuffs . Honestly la . haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its .. -.-, its amazing how certain words can trigger such expressions in people .&lt;br /&gt;Say the word 'squirt', people would think ...&lt;br /&gt;Hear the word 'cum', people would think ...&lt;br /&gt;Like come on la . Honestly man, honestly -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we had wanted to go off . We went to the bicycle racks to get our bike .&lt;br /&gt;We noticed a bird . Know what ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The bird had a plastic bag stucked at its right wing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried a few times to approach the bird and step on the plastic bag but it didn't came out . Why ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The whole right wing was through the handleslot of the plastic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you, wearing a harversack bag . But instead, only slinged it through your right arms and over your shoulder .&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "Fuck, how the heck this happened ?"&lt;br /&gt;My friend helped to step on the plastic and I immediately zoomed in .&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed hold of the bird (What was I thinking, I could have gotten bird flu for all it cared -.-)&lt;br /&gt;and I tried to remove the plastic . I couldn't .&lt;br /&gt;It was as though the bird had its wing stucked with the plastic bag ever since young . Sedih or whut ?&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing .&lt;br /&gt;I decided to just tear the plastic . Instead, I ALMOST WENT TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TEAR ITS WING&lt;/span&gt; OUT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTF WAS I THINKING ? :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I tore the PLASTIC and the bird was free .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, hero me :D&lt;br /&gt;I took the fucking plastic that some fuck had littered and tried to dispose it properly ..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a dustbin . So I just threw it at a corner . LOL .&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm a kind person, but don't push it .&lt;br /&gt;I applauded myself . Hahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shit happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;," ever heard of the phrase ?&lt;br /&gt;Today, it literally did .&lt;br /&gt;Shit kena the front wheel of my friend's bike . Shit sial ! hahaa .&lt;br /&gt;He used various methods of cleaning the shit off the wheel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;The only method he didn't try was to use his bare hands and remove it . EEE .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't do that either .&lt;br /&gt;The smell was ... Whut, you really wanna know ? -.-&lt;br /&gt;We thought of covering the smell up with another smell of greater concentration of stench .&lt;br /&gt;Like, swampy mud .&lt;br /&gt;Lol, its not as bad as it sounds .&lt;br /&gt;Washed it off as we rode throughout Woodlands .&lt;br /&gt;Rainy days .. puddles of water were abundant . Ain't that convenient ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of buying Ice Cream before I went home after hanging out .&lt;br /&gt;There was an offer going on, a standard tub of Ice Cream costing $4.50 .&lt;br /&gt;The flavour I favourited most was on sale ! Lol , on sale . Usually clothes and stuffs are used with sale, right ?&lt;br /&gt;Cheap man ... Of course I love ice cream . Chocolate chips is .. power man .&lt;br /&gt;POWER POWER !~ (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;But, the queue was at least 10 people long la sey .&lt;br /&gt;And I got like 5 minutes to my next appointment with another group of friends . Forget it -.-&lt;br /&gt;Went home to get some stuffs and went for badminton with two other friends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton was as usual, fun .&lt;br /&gt;We talked about stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;It provides us an opportunity to get some exercise and just talk about current events and stuffs .&lt;br /&gt;A good life . Simple, sufficient .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have you heard this phrase ?&lt;br /&gt;(I know, another phrase . But I used them appropriately and even show you examples . Stop complaining .)&lt;br /&gt;In Malay&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;," Baru tau ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;," You just know ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how in Chinese, so don't bother in Tamil .&lt;br /&gt;That phrase is like .. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Sungguh tak perlu sak,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Utterly not needed sey," .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people use the phrase to the extent of like, rubbing it in the face .&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is like ... LIKE FUCK LA .&lt;br /&gt;A boy post on Facebook saying," Google Chrome is awesome ! Fast and stuffs . Chrome all the way :D"&lt;br /&gt;Then a random guy commented," Baru pki? ;)..."&lt;br /&gt;(Translate: "You just used it ?" )&lt;br /&gt;Man, I can imagine how fucked up he could have been feeling .&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced some people going like,"&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; YOU DON'T KNOW ? O.O SERIOUS? OMG . YOU DON'T KNOW ?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like .. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" BABI !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, people don't have to go about it that way, right ?&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't do such things, for I know how some people can be sensitive towards it .&lt;br /&gt;(How do you think tensions arose ?)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just feel like rubbing it back to their faces man .&lt;br /&gt;I remembered each and every one of you who ever did that to me .&lt;br /&gt;Oh i'm sooo freaking tempted to say it back at you all .&lt;br /&gt;Like I say, i'm not sarcasti
