<?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-37823829</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:37:20.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2697025301406334824</id><published>2008-12-12T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:44:59.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>113- off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the 113th post. Is that a good number?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm off!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paris + Luxembourg, back on the 21st =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2697025301406334824?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2697025301406334824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2697025301406334824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/12/113-off.html' title='113- off'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6762520752566706549</id><published>2008-12-07T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:54:26.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>112 - goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Camp was good, Life is getting better, Nights are getting longer:) things are looking up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Plus, love always helps doesnt it bossman? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok time to go, tooodles!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6762520752566706549?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6762520752566706549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6762520752566706549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/12/112-goodbye.html' title='112 - goodbye'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4319058433585379559</id><published>2008-11-27T14:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:41:59.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>110: adios suckers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow the 110th post here!&lt;/span&gt; Not bad not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmmm after Os has been eventful :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Meeting up with people I havnt see in ages (LOOP!! and seth! and chingy!) and miss LIKE WHOA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Madagascar 2 ( mort!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; cleaning up my room (yes, its finally clean and dust-bunny free)  , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;PROM ( was more fun then I expected + mongyi in a dress)  , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Purple streaks! ( not exactly what I wanted but its fine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Patching it up with ahem ( yaeeee I missed you there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talking on the phone till crazy late hours ( 5 am wthhhhh+ finally sherilyn you want your name here HERE IT IS HAHA) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; fundraising carwash in church ( then bumping into dweebee the suspected bisexual),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NP red camp ( go ninjas, shake that thanggg!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and did I mention? revenge can be so sweet :D seth and boss know what I'm talking about HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm totally looking forward to the POTC marathon at mere's later :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and in the future to come:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Many other movie marathons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SETH SETH SETH SETH SETH ( I miss you muchmuch too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;church camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ninjas outing (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cooking pasta for dweebee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;187653218938 house parties I must somehow go to :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SHERS BACK OMGGGG FINALLY! ( see your name again!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The great AHEM with Moley xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seeing G and Joy and Sham!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Paris + Luxembourg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CHRISTMAS oh gods&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and omg omg so much more stuff  heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OH and tags tags replies to tags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;- :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes, I am sensitive to other peoples comments about me. And screw off please :D If you dont leave your name dont talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untitled :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Uh, yeah ok. You love me? Thats........... nice haha. Why not tell me in person? Same goes for you unfortunately : screw off unless you leave your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lester:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yeap. Uh, lets talk elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rick:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes yes, you amuse me so. And of course they deserve each other, theyre all the same kinda.............. I tell you later XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sher:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OMG HIS NIPPLES haha bad mental image there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Peewee&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry, but my "I" key isnt working so its peewee for now xD YES OMG NINJAS OI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Oh and :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sam : uh, yeah I'm a hairy kid, glad that turns you on? seriously, do I know you?  Like, screw off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kara: uh, nobody calls you egg. Youre not egg. You CHOSE that nickname yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Kara/ Nerissa/ maw:  Uhh you dont even talk to me IN CHURCH and youre tagging? ok like, just go away. Now. Permanently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Speaking of going away permanently.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4319058433585379559?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4319058433585379559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4319058433585379559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/11/110-adios-suckers_27.html' title='110: adios suckers!'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1313472975362082636</id><published>2008-11-27T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:13:32.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>110: adios suckers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1313472975362082636?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1313472975362082636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1313472975362082636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/11/110-adios-suckers.html' title='110: adios suckers!'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6792175575450907179</id><published>2008-11-14T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:50:03.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>109 : graduation</title><content type='html'>Dear everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE GRADUATED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ten years, and I'm finally graduating. And when I went up to get my diploma, I didnt trip :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6792175575450907179?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6792175575450907179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6792175575450907179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/11/109-graduation.html' title='109 : graduation'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1568129423466180392</id><published>2008-11-07T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:17:30.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>108 : lit day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MO MO I am daym angry I need to rant at you cause its that poem that came out. THAT POEM! OMG the one I said I hate and I hope it never comes out!  Thst damn poem I said I couldnt do at all and I really couldnt stand or identify with! The ONE singaporean-based poem I said I couldnt do the ONLY ONE OMG where are you!!!  i NEED TO RANT!!!  unless youre gonna give me the long lecture about karma luh :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THE FUNNIEST THING. I got out of lit to be greeted by 2 msgs from rickabye. and the first one said &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" HAHAHAHAHAH  I JUST SAW A GUY WITH THE NAMETAG PRABHU HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA! my prabhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I love/will miss youuuuuuuuuuuu. As do the other 9543824121234 girls in your very horny fanclub -.-&lt;em&gt; your influence no doubt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like peewee said, I feel like even though I'm still shackled ( bio mcq SAD) its like the ball on the chain has fallen away! heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Love ya Dweebs (: soon soon! and the hair on *ahem* other parts of my body too !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1568129423466180392?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1568129423466180392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1568129423466180392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/11/108-lit-day.html' title='108 : lit day!'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2919845420765488261</id><published>2008-11-02T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:12:17.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>107: for dweebs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Since shes the only other person besides MJ to love Paolo nutini =D&lt;br /&gt;and she misses me&lt;br /&gt;and she is so cute with her cat kungfu&lt;br /&gt;and she is small and cute&lt;br /&gt;and she puts up with my lian-ing&lt;br /&gt;and cause everyone needs to smile once in a while =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(for dweebs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ADADAD" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Ly92ahlGbsl0XvlGZhJ1LyZmLlVmcm5ibv52ZuFGajlGc/Paolo%2520Nutini%2520-%2520New%2520Shoes.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ADADAD;border:#2A2A2A;button:#0B0B0B;player_text:#3C3C3C;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me wandering through these streets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where bright lights and angels meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stone to stone they take me on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm walking to the break of dawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2919845420765488261?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2919845420765488261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2919845420765488261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/11/107-for-dweebs.html' title='107: for dweebs'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4397996956964091714</id><published>2008-11-01T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:16:38.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>105: in not much defense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok, theres like this huge blog thing going on, and its argh. Uncalled for and uneeded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It just annoys me. Alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obviously, I'm not going to say much here, cause its not a good place to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I'm gonna say is, the comments were rather uncalled for, in any sense, and oh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IVAN IS AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cheerio :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4397996956964091714?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4397996956964091714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4397996956964091714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/11/105-in-not-much-defense.html' title='105: in not much defense.'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4692733080271086215</id><published>2008-11-01T16:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:16:57.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>104: tralala</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok so far, O's has been not so bad. Except for the night before bio, not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;Our last-minue rvising when we gather in the amphi has consisted of Cass and I singing really, REALLY retarded songs and claire laughing at us OH and just before bio scaring everyone with the "WHATS DNA HELICASE!!? " question&lt;em&gt; ( its not in syllabus btw haha)&lt;/em&gt;. I love how the whole Gy just huddles together when the rest of the classes are mixed up. UNITY yeah WOOOOOO. And I never fail to disgust leanna with my happy dance after each paper is collected heh. VAL haha hers what happened the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;*end of paper, we're all going to collect bags*&lt;br /&gt;me : " VAL VAL ITS OVERRRRRR AYEEE"&lt;br /&gt;Val: " YAE YAEEEEE ITS OVER!!!!!!! " *jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;me : * also jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;sees zay&lt;br /&gt;me " ZAY ZAY YAE OMG ITS OVERRRRRRRR"&lt;br /&gt;Zay " yeap, thank goodness"&lt;br /&gt;me " aiyoh so un-enthu"&lt;br /&gt;Zay : what, I'm supposed to jump up and down?"&lt;br /&gt;me : " YES!! YAE YAE ITS OVER!!!!!" *jumps up and dowm*&lt;br /&gt;Zay: " ahaha ok! YAE YAE ITS OVERRRRRRRRR!!!" * jumps up and down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA I LOVE AND MISS YOU TOO VAL =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I promise to come visit you alot so you wont throw thendrum! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND DWEEBEEEEEE I MISS YOU TOO haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when when when are we goinggggg I cant wait!!! and I thought of the craziest thing to do there ok when I tell you please dont scream at me XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, and I just read&lt;strong&gt; this&lt;/strong&gt;. On some girls blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's one of those angmoh mix with chinese people the baby...I forgot what term is used for such people.Very tall.Art student.Quite indiscrible.She's the type of girl who will only stick with her friends.She's from SC and yeah...Looks like a lion because of her hair.She scares me somtimes.Has an angmoh voice and speaks singlish when she's in a laughing kinda mood.Plans very interesting and really fun games.Somehow,she's just not the type of person who I can ever say anything except 'hi' to.The rest will just be senseless,useless talk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I not offended so much by the content of what was posted, as some of it can be complimentary, but I'm just as opposed to people like this who post about me and pretend they know me. This is not a personal attack, I just prefer that you REMOVE it please. And never speak to me again. Its not like I scare you on purpose y'know.&lt;strong&gt; I just happen to be taller then you, and you cant accept that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4692733080271086215?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4692733080271086215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4692733080271086215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/11/104-tralala.html' title='104: tralala'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-354641635104294379</id><published>2008-10-18T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T12:16:53.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>104: translucent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And I know best of all, how many of you can see &lt;u&gt;right through me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Of the wreck you went and left&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dealing with dilemmas&lt;br /&gt;In my now so stressful life&lt;br /&gt;And I'm drinking stronger spirits&lt;br /&gt;I made my home here on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losing all ambition and goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going all out&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking you're just as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleeping at night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going from bar to bar&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh remember at 16&lt;br /&gt;Oh the crazy drunken night we had&lt;br /&gt;When i kissed you in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Then i took you straight to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years on&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still that same boy i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleeping at night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going from bar to bar&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleeping at night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going from bar to bar&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;But you insisted that we fall&lt;br /&gt;Wiped your hands of me&lt;br /&gt;And said you needed more, more, more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping at night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going from bar to bar&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sleeping at night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going from bar to bar&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just rewind oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo woah woah woah&lt;br /&gt;Wo woah woah woah&lt;br /&gt;Wo wo woah&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just rewind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-354641635104294379?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/354641635104294379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/354641635104294379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/10/104-translucent.html' title='104: translucent'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4104453506470979413</id><published>2008-10-17T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:15:13.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>103: lah lah lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Three more days to O's ( I should be feeling really really nervous :/ instead I feel guilty that I don't)&lt;br /&gt;My head is just full of random random things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was good =D&lt;br /&gt;I love it when our school delivers HOT food to study camp and its frickin cold out&lt;br /&gt;Our Bio-nic teacher is effing funny ( more power to him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prabhu is such an amusing guy&lt;br /&gt;why be one of many when you could be a legend?&lt;br /&gt;I love cass and serene and Ana for entertaining me/putting up with my nonsense&lt;br /&gt;I love seth and gay brettnnate and carrie and moley for the same reason&lt;br /&gt;I love bossman too for putting up with my nonsense ( read-----&gt; in a totally friendly way)&lt;br /&gt;Squishy regrets losing you&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Big brother (still) but I'm not really sad about it anymore (really)&lt;br /&gt;Staring at his tattoos and my scars arent gonna make them disappear y'know&lt;br /&gt;things somehow taste better when youre hungry&lt;br /&gt;Absorbing information by diffusion doesnt work! ohno!&lt;br /&gt;My eldest cousin got engaged O.o Muchhappiness to her&lt;br /&gt;The girl on page eleven of the life section is doing an obscene sign and doesnt know it! ( leanne peiwen rae know!)&lt;br /&gt;serene scared me by telling me to check the CHEM timetable and my name wasnt there&lt;br /&gt;Being different isnt the problem. Rejecting those who are is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I just saw my tagboard. HOW DO YOU EDIT THAT THING!!??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4104453506470979413?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4104453506470979413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4104453506470979413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/10/103-lah-lah-lah.html' title='103: lah lah lah'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4436187917126891628</id><published>2008-10-16T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:54:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>102: blargh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next tuesday, the 21st of october= Start of O's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three weeks from then, 13th of november = Last paper!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(jiayou jiayou jiayou!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And somehow, I am more worried about how sian I'll be in the five (free) days before my last paper. Its like, Lit paper on the 7th, then NOTHING for 5 days, then BIO MCQ &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;omg hate the planning committee&lt;/span&gt;! :P Then about I'm gonna do for the O's.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also, my cousin got engaged =D eldest cousin. I think what her fiance did for her was really sweet heh. He got thrown out of the house for dating her, but he loved her anyway and now theyre gonna get married =D means I'll be flying to aussieland for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also, today was INSANE haha shouting " I AM PRABHU, WHO ARE YOU!!?" everywhere. Serene remember our deal ok! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also, I miss you horribly G I miss you and your retarded pranks and all. Quit your job and come see me soon! (haha kidding) I need my big brother :( (not kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also, cheer up bossman =D haha I dunno why I'm saying that! do the happy danceeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also, we are SO going to have our movie marathon ana haha CONSTANTINE and STARDUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also, I miss you like WHAT val you and your thendrums HAHA stamp your feet and take tiny steps to see me and I'll let you draw all over my arms and head and whatever =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And also,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Peace out peo-ple &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4436187917126891628?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4436187917126891628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4436187917126891628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/10/102-blargh.html' title='102: blargh.'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-93117281084005921</id><published>2008-09-17T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:51:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101: lah  lah lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha this is the 101st post. Like DALMATIONS *lame* ok nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Todays Vals last day in school, damn sad :( gonna miss her alot alot alot VAL when I next see you I'll let you vandalise me as much as you want LIKE SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I was just blog-surfing, and SOME GIRL I hrdly even know called me a bimbo. LIKE WTFFFF shes like, one of those not so nice people that kinda get ostracised at school by even the wierdos (me, haha) and yeah I even tried to be nice to her and chat with her now and then and stuff, and I thought she was a person that was a bit wierd, but tolerable. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THEN SHE CALLED ME A BIMBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks alot ok. Fine I'm not going to bother with her anymore LET HER ROT IN A CORNER OMG fine. hahaah Nah if she wants to insult people she doesnt know, ok luh go ahead I'm not going to be like you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANDDDDDD shers back in a week or so. Apparently I cant see her this time :( but still, its nice to know she'll be closer by :D my guardian angel. Make me sad and she'll kick your ass heh. Love ya babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to all the unknowns and untitled and anonymouses, ok fine be that way, just msg me to tell me its you k. OR ITS CONFUSING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats all for today I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;OH OH WAIT OMG I havnt done this in ages (ref below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thought of the day: theres no point being clever here, everyones clever. Try to be kind, just a little kind *quote unquote*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-93117281084005921?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/93117281084005921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/93117281084005921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/09/101-lah-lah-lah.html' title='101: lah  lah lah'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3247633907660767472</id><published>2008-09-12T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:06:50.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100:tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh gods why did last years sec 4's lie and say sec 4 was work hard play hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHERES THE PLAYING PART OMGG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn. At least I got my fairys with magic wands next door, smores, and youtube :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course, really lame jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MOSQUITO out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3247633907660767472?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3247633907660767472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3247633907660767472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/09/100tired.html' title='100:tired'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3533699371782643229</id><published>2008-09-11T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:24:18.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99: OMG gy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GY dont you ever lose your voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;always making so much noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;everyday just talk about boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(its such a GY thanggg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Girls I gotta tell you the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;breaking up is hard to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And thats why I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMG like, GY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; you seriously make me want to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;what will I do without you guys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I really cant bear to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(now, where did THAT come from?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(and yes, its not completed yet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3533699371782643229?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3533699371782643229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3533699371782643229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/09/99-omg-gy.html' title='99: OMG gy'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8354181066193865252</id><published>2008-09-10T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:40:44.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>98: OH goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was so retarded!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG they had this contemporary dance troupe based on math come in. All I could think of was &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RICKY FROM SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YEA YEA that dude who was like " when you dance, every angle your body makes has to be perfect" and he danced REALLY WELL ohman. So that was all I could think of. Then the "leader" came on and she gave us this long damn boring talk like they all do, and the whole time I was like RICKY RICKY RICKY and then the demonstrations looked ok, then the dance started. Lets just say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ALSO CAN RUN IN CIRCLES AND WAVE MY HANDS OK. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Plus, if a group of us do it, we can do in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN SYNC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like doOd c'mon. damn I miss RICKY why did he have to leave :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ricky ricky ricky ricky ricky ricky WHERE ARE YOU. COME BACK AND DO YOUR DANCE THANGGGGG hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh and, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/SMe_159HECI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vYz54EOGJz4/s1600-h/something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244371223907340322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/SMe_159HECI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vYz54EOGJz4/s320/something.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(thank you for reminding me I had this)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8354181066193865252?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8354181066193865252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8354181066193865252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/09/98-oh-goodness.html' title='98: OH goodness'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/SMe_159HECI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vYz54EOGJz4/s72-c/something.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4779358181861350196</id><published>2008-09-07T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:11:11.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>97: lubby day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey everybody :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm ok now. I'm not gonna remove the angry red words, but I no longer feel so strongly. The balls in his court now, and I cant make amends unless I'm allowed to. True, It'll be great if we could be close friends again, but if not, well- different friends for different seasons :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saffys back in a week. WOOOOOOOOOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Moley needs courage, everybody will your courage towards him so he can SEIOUSLY JUST DO WHAT HE HAS TO ALREADY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Rick's got emokid scars on his arms now, and likes to abuse animals by cutting his pet gerbils and spanking his monkey XD yaeeeeee dont kill me nice pushpop buddy!!! HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;GAY NatenBrett are so the love :D thank you dears. Love you like aly and aj kinda WOAH!! hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;EVERYBODY go listen to lullabye by shawn mullins. The chorus is addictive,a dn so is his rather hypnotic voice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish kaixin were here :( we're not close or anything, but she knows how to fix EVERYTHING. and I just feel lubby today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lubby, FYI, is feeling lazy and tubby together, and you just want to laze about the house, watch tv, eat, and cant study. thats LUBBY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish sherilyn were here even more. I need a hug :( I feel LONELY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;haha ohwell. I'm off to dance with darth vader in my jammies and sing lullabye :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4779358181861350196?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4779358181861350196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4779358181861350196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/09/97-lubby-day.html' title='97: lubby day.'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4972726093977959388</id><published>2008-09-02T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:13:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>96</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK FINE ALL THE FUCKERS OUT THERE you can stop badgering me now I lost a friend ok IS THAT ENOUGH TO SHUT YOU UP???? I LOST A BEST FRIEND, THE KID WHO REALLY REALLY CARED ABOUT ME AND YES ITS MY FAULT NOW PLEASE shut the hell up and leave me alone. ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS who he is or what I said or why I DONT CARE if you think I'm a terrible person CAUSE HEY GUESS WHAT I PROLLY AM I dont care what you think, cause youre not the people who matter to me, I just find you FUCKING ANNOYING YOU DONT EVEN KNOW MY NAME dont come asking me questions, getting the latest scoop on me so you can pretend to know me and spread it around so everyone knows FUCK OFF WANKERS I'M SAYING IT HERE AND NOW I LOST A FRIEND AND YES I MISS HIM isnt its a miracle that I have feelings oh my god none of you ever knew that!!! WELL NOW YOU DO NOW JUST LEAVE ME ALONE HATE ME WHATEVER I DONT CARE I'M BEYOND CARING ABOUT ANYTHING BUT TRYING TO GET MY FRIEND BACK SO PLEASE LEAVE ME IN PEACE UNLESS YOU WANT ME ON YOUR ASS GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4972726093977959388?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4972726093977959388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4972726093977959388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/09/96.html' title='96'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4950351334487551711</id><published>2008-09-02T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:28:02.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>95: I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today was omg great! went to school, then bus-ed down to coronation for lunch, supposedly. It was overrun with HCI people, so we walked all the way down to mad jacks, where I realised I was actually starving, and stupidly ordered a blue mountain burger and fries. Plus sharing a brownie with cass, I feltt so sick after that! was effing high on the way back to school , doing model struts and waving to everyone and bitching about ahem :P and in study camp, pranking random people and playing squash outside the room with a tennis ball and racquets. Damn retarded please! hope that person doesnt discover the little round black marks on the wall :P heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It was good cause I could immerse myself completely in the 4gy-ers and work and completely forget last night. Thanks nate, for you damn good physic timing and your very nice shoulder :) if not making my day, you stopped me from being stupider. (no, I promised I wont do it and I wont k?) you rock my world man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to uh, you, kinda obvious who the you is. I don't want us to be like this. You said you meant so little to me, I proved you wrong. You said I didnt care about you? wrong again. How did I betray you? I dont understand what youre saying at all, not at all. I didnt lie to you, reveal your secrets, backstab you, anything. All I said was that if you did get involved with a her, a huge part of us would have to change, cause that part is not acceptable if either one of us is involved in a relationship. And if I sounded hurt, I was. Walk in my shoes for a while. Wouldnt you be? Say if someones been this close to you for months, made all sorts of promises, said all kinds of things youd never dreamed anyone would, and you trusted them. Say you made each other happy, and you knew that cause thats what they told you. And that theyd love you no matter what you thought you were, that you made their day, meant everything to them. Say you intended to keep every single one of those promises you made, even the craziest ones. Say you trusted that person completely,  gave them a place in your heart, Say that sometimes youd have to discuss if you guys were stepping beyond the line labelled "friends" or not. Then say that that person suddenly decides that you no longer make them happy, that youre just another person who they happen to know better, Thats all you are. And then, they find someone else who does make them happy, and REPLACES YOU. Now tell me you're ok with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look, I know I'm in the wrong. I shouldnt have been so rash, so odd. Shouldnt have said what I did, it only served to confuse you more I suppose, and to piss you off. I guess I sounded a bit like a bratty kid demanding something, in this case, you.  I do want you to be happy, just not excluding me, is that too much to ask? you could just say so.But I guess now you know where I'm coming from . You know pretty much wHat you mean to me (the world) you know what I'd do to patch things together again. Just tell me what it is.  Go back in  time, a few months, when we first started out, and we were finally friends. How you used to encourage me in art, and I'd cheer you on in debate and cap. How youd be so damn tired, but still humour me, and I'd try to figure out how we could meet (which never worked), how I'd use you as a muse for my art and some poems, and you'd amaze me with your writing. GO back and read what you wrote on your birthday post, what you wrote on the 19th of april (remember that day?), 10th june. Thats when you started to confuse me too, and thats when I started to, yeah. Remember when I said I'd always love you. Don't end our friendship. It makes for tears and regret, and we both have enough of that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't think I'll say anymore. Dont bother me, unless its you. Typing your heart out onto a cold screen is hard without letting your guts flow onto the floor at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4950351334487551711?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4950351334487551711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4950351334487551711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/09/95-i-miss-you.html' title='95: I miss you.'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4334436531427021774</id><published>2008-08-20T18:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:35:29.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>93: RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/SKvyPNhVDXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xMRmtY8bbVQ/s1600-h/prettyfloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236545334889745778" style="CURSOR: hand" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/SKvyPNhVDXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xMRmtY8bbVQ/s320/prettyfloor.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When you gaze upon the dead, remember this: you have been shown more than you can understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4334436531427021774?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4334436531427021774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4334436531427021774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/08/93-rip.html' title='93: RIP'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/SKvyPNhVDXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xMRmtY8bbVQ/s72-c/prettyfloor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8801814480858062246</id><published>2008-08-17T17:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:09:46.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>93: happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHERILYN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;----see your favourite colour) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you crazy shit hope you have fun with all your nice aussie friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and your &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue &lt;/span&gt;hair OMG your &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; hair!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;and don't forget your &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;very special song&lt;/span&gt;:D teeheehee. WHALE SKIN TIGHTS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8801814480858062246?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8801814480858062246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8801814480858062246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/08/93-happy-birthday.html' title='93: happy birthday'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1513533455822706567</id><published>2008-08-13T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:02:28.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>92: bling bling blaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRELIMS OVER haha poor YT. yeap, everyone's blogging about them recently. Like c'mon theyre pretty important what!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched the mummy :D it was rather amusing, cause it was unintentionally funny at points. You'll know what I mean if you watch it. Directors should really take the hint and note that you should pick ONE language to work with throughout the entire movie! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All my souffle-making experiments failed horribly, and I'm now banned from telling AHEM some people about any future experiments I may choose to carry out :P &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;apparently due to terrible mental imagery involving eating babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I said alot of things that I prolly shouldnt have, and they just made things worse for you, but I'm not sure if I want to say sorry, cause I think you needed a bit of a kick, and I just had to be the unlucky one to provide it this time. I don't know how to ask you to be yourself again soon without adding to your already huge burden, and since I obviously can't help you in any way, what am I to do? what do you want me to do? I bet youre as lost as I am. I just hope I don't lose you, starshine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1513533455822706567?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1513533455822706567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1513533455822706567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/08/92-bling-bling-blaaaa.html' title='92: bling bling blaaaa'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5945229057712282092</id><published>2008-07-30T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:24:44.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90: prelims, and so NOT loving it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(dont kill me people I promise that if it happens again I'll go see the doctor ok? you know how I hate the hospital :P) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todays 3rd day of prelims, I'm damn screwed for amath. Hopefully paper 2 will be better. I'm not supposed to blog, technically, cause I need to study, but I feel so saturated already so OHWELL. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As rick never fails to remind me, I am SO not focused :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; And yes its true his name is &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;REGINALD&lt;/span&gt; haha the 3rd name on the list of nasty names :P &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I swear its KARMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But ohwell he's nice :) and hes 185 friggin tall right! and he has HUMOUNGOUS hands and and and these super jet black eyes :D PLUS &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he can CARRY me, with NO EFFORT haha damn fun xD yaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I've missed feeling like this :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIME TO STUDY AGAIN! LIT FTW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Since youre strong enough to carry me, when me legs are to weak to support me, will you carry me away from here to die ?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5945229057712282092?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5945229057712282092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5945229057712282092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/90-prelims-and-so-not-loving-it.html' title='90: prelims, and so NOT loving it'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4292038179045959541</id><published>2008-07-25T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:09:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>89: major NYAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prelims next week. I'd give my wisdom teeth to have just one more week to revisem esp for SS and Amath. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO not prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And its so wierd how we really see peoples true colours in times of great turmoil, stress, and the like. Its just odd.I always figured we'd be ok, but maybe its time to remove those rose-tinted spectacles and see how ugly things can get. Where did all our happy, peaceful months go?&lt;br /&gt;and of course, shoutouts, since I do realise that I've been distant. Sorry m'dear :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;To our dear bronx dude:  yes, it WAS devine! haha but it suits you, so I'm keeping it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;To my dear hubby:   heh I love you babe :) thanks for you encouragement, and for all the times I know youre friggin tired but try to humour me anyway . I will walways carry your heart :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;To my dear neighbours :   yes yes here is your mention&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NATE AND gayBRETT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ROCK MY WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha I love you guys and your heart-hearts-heartsy! thing, Friggin adorable k! and I love the surprise :D will always remember it! and I do intend to try and outdo you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To my dear X-man :    heh, thanks love. I'm touched by the way you defend my interests, and your one-liners never fail to make me LOL xD puckered up tighter then an eagle's ass in a powerdive indeed! now, if only youd stop typing &lt;strong&gt;LiKeee tHiiss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;To our new confidant :    Don't worry too much, don't think too much. I'm sorry I'm lousy at advice, but I'l be a friend. And lakerol bribes coming your way soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;thats all I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4292038179045959541?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4292038179045959541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4292038179045959541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/89-major-nyah.html' title='89: major NYAH'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5489270060869206978</id><published>2008-07-18T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:25:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>88: racial harmony day+ rants over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast night was terrible. Thanks to all who listened to/tolerated me. I'm not usually like that and I'm sorry to have scared you if I did :( I dont want to be angry at her, but certain things just, cant be ignored. I'm just going to do my best to ignore her, with 2 exceptions, of course (which you should already know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last racial harmonyday in SC :P&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda cool -I WAS A COWBOY =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and so so many people told me to go join &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a gay strip club&lt;/span&gt; cause I was meant to be a guy but I still walked and acted like a girl and that plus the cowboy thing :P HAHAHHAA oh gods. But it was fun lah. The whole day was " I wanna take with you!" and " I wanna take with them!" haha. And the class photo was friggin funny but traumatising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" serene ah, you have a way of making wearing a sari look damn sexy!" and to me " ehhhhhhhhhh, GROOVY" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( omg its totally obvious which teacher had to inflict those upon us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But in the end, we managed to take the photo. Pics will go up soon and also to the prom committee.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA and poor ana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" If the picture doesnt get taken soon Ima going to start line dancing!!"&lt;br /&gt;" oh no no no no HUIMEI NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mongyi wore a sari :D closest I've seen her come to a dress :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmmmm and today church was interesting - Elsa and I ran about inflicting people with the bazooka bubblegum song :D and of course, we were met with different reactions :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ryan and Keri chose to dance along towards the end- WOOOOOOOOO sporting people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aikang, Nadine, Eunice, Phoebe, Sam, and various other people put up with us, and also tried to warn unwitting victims&lt;br /&gt;But we got a rather satisfactory reaction from kara, who screamed and bolted each time she saw us :D :D&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, we also got a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; death threat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from Derrick- even though he had been p;acated with lakerol. I guess the sugar hadnt hit yet :P&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;talking with my love now.&lt;br /&gt;and thus, anlother wordy post ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;YEE-HAWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5489270060869206978?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5489270060869206978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5489270060869206978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/88.html' title='88: racial harmony day+ rants over'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8139073042055042742</id><published>2008-07-17T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:33:16.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>87: I hate my teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;my current thought is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK YOU BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and NOT in a nice way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(guess who had to take a sleeping pill to prevent violent behavior?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8139073042055042742?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8139073042055042742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8139073042055042742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/87-i-hate-my-teacher.html' title='87: I hate my teacher'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3957557878127055187</id><published>2008-07-08T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:46:55.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>85: shaved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;OMG OK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha yeah I DID want to shave my head in support of "hair for hope" (the cancer thingy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately, school rules dont allow it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, now its just short, shortest that its been since.......................pri 6 I think :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and there was enough hair on the floor to stuff a good-sized pillow with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(btw, if you can, do go down to support hair for hope. Hair grows back :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3957557878127055187?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3957557878127055187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3957557878127055187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/85-shaved.html' title='85: shaved'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4421282538924005737</id><published>2008-07-05T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:39:45.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>84: feel it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt like colorado today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There, up in the mountains, the weather is so unpredictable and temperamental that you can literally get 4 seasons a day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At different points of today I felt like alternately shoving certain individuals into oncoming traffic, hugging my neighbour, screaming at the little kids downstairs, bouncing off the walls, and all the feelings in between. Everything but quiet and conemplative, which I predict I will become in while. Today was chaos and confusion with atouch of lunacy and  familiarity thrown in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's SO good to be alive :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4421282538924005737?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4421282538924005737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4421282538924005737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/84-feel-it.html' title='84: feel it'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5446944760991226589</id><published>2008-07-02T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:34:50.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>83: defineddd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHHA the googlism thing on shams blog is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(in purple are my comments)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to googleism.com. type in your name, and get a random string of things connected to it. I had a poke at the site and got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;huimei is clearly a part of the solution&lt;br /&gt;huimei is god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(as she is fond of proclaiming)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimei is abducted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(uh huh. from planet moomoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;huimei is going to ____a concert in chengu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the results for huimei were rather skimpy ( just that I agree with the first 2) , I decided to go with the nickname too, and got :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squishy is good cornea lens pupil sclera retina page 3&lt;br /&gt;squishy is good — by douglas l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;squishy is a fuzzy purple goodwill robot here at acroname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is a pressure sensor on his back&lt;br /&gt;squishy is back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(like, the terminator baby!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is maliciously stolen from the offices of nucleus® communications and carted across the united states on a journey of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is currently smuggling illegal cuban cigars into the us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is still looking for dmg ice&lt;br /&gt;squishy is a 1 ½&lt;br /&gt;squishy is here&lt;br /&gt;squishy is seeing double and me just floated into a wall so i think that will do it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;squishy is a soft washcloth fish toy tethered to the water&lt;br /&gt;squishy is a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;squishy is now left to the sands of time&lt;br /&gt;squishy is the fabric packet that you are swapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is here because of god's divine purpose putting her on this earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; (deep man. deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is a smaller word than the usual high class person would use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(WHAT!!! NO NO NO!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is connected to the following things&lt;br /&gt;squishy is connected to because&lt;br /&gt;squishy is using his special word processor program that has the added feature of making his ink&lt;br /&gt;squishy is a very technical gardening term&lt;br /&gt;squishy is a right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;( Its a basic human right to love me :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is looking for new webspace to call home&lt;br /&gt;squishy is also fast&lt;br /&gt;squishy is what quilter's or lover's of fabric call the little packages of fabric or blocks that they receive in the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is a really smart kid&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(its true!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is his&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(and we all know who "he" is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;squishy is from alaris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;squishy is wet and squishy&lt;br /&gt;squishy is gone but i have discovered a number of great sites that i read daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is this sponge cake guy driving the squishy sponge cake truck&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(WTF!!!??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is going to be the same as it always was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( I will always be myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is going to be less of a journal and more of an intermissional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;squishy is fine for transplanting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(however, do not attempt this. she WILL bite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squishy is played for love postin' is made for love i love it when we're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is the way&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(uh huh. OBEY MEEEE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is the sharpei/chow mix&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(WTFH!!!!??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is gone&lt;br /&gt;squishy is in the air&lt;br /&gt;squishy is no good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( BLASPHEMY!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is made of poly vinyl hot melt and filled with bend and pressure sensors&lt;br /&gt;squishy is the one place i feel at home online&lt;br /&gt;squishy is coming along nicely if anyone cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is a welcome thing indeed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(somebody say this to me and make my day :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is a little blue bathroom monster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; (this is just ridiculously funnyXD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is a misnomer and even though they are not necessarily on the balance sheet or income statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is always entertaining&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(uh huh uh huh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is just finishing its first year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is good &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; yes yes :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is the mantle? the measure of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is a good thing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;( and yes yes yes again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is far more difficult because the model changes when you touch it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(no touchy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; ( NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is indeed an art&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(as pretty as one LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;squishy is a rice dumpling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(WTFFF??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;squishy is really annoying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is if it gives at all when squeezed&lt;br /&gt;squishy is a kith thing we do all the time&lt;br /&gt;squishy is kinda tickly&lt;br /&gt;squishy is annoyed by that &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(and"that" tends to vary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squishy is it?&lt;br /&gt;squishy is a digital geek playlist&lt;br /&gt;squishy is another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is a very dangerous character&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(dangerous :D teeheehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is cuddleable and kissable&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(I'm HUGGY :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;squishy is 3 years old&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;squishy is a registered trademark of the binghamtonics&lt;br /&gt;squishy is not an emotion&lt;br /&gt;squishy is the way they feel &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;(yes, I am a feeling :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ARENT YOU HAPPY THATS ALL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5446944760991226589?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5446944760991226589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5446944760991226589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/83-defineddd.html' title='83: defineddd'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2247487003872847299</id><published>2008-07-01T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:33:44.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>82: going, going...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will update on the past week later, cause I wanna get this out now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Turning 16 tomorrow, so today is the last day of being so-called UNDERAGE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. So people who laugh at me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tonights&lt;/span&gt; your last chance!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If I had to describe the past year, it would have to be bittersweet, full of ups and downs I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;BAD : stepped down in drama (miss you guys so much!), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sherilyn&lt;/span&gt; went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; to study, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kaixin&lt;/span&gt; went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;aussie&lt;/span&gt; to study, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;saffy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;chingy&lt;/span&gt; and van overseas too.  Lost a friend, lost a sweetheart, lost a notebook (full of my songs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, SAD) , flunked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;napfa&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; be bothered to run, just pranced half the way) , lost the ability (what little I had) to tan, diamond split up, almost got retained last year, got run down, my MOLARS are finally emerging and are giving me HELL got horrible medical test results, and a billion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;othe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;r things&lt;/span&gt; I'm grateful I cannot recall at this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GOOD : made new friends :D Kristi Geoffrey Reggie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;leX&lt;/span&gt;(as he insists) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; ting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;debb&lt;/span&gt; , touched based with older ones, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;learnt&lt;/span&gt; to move on, I HAVE PET FISHES , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;seth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;saffy&lt;/span&gt; came back to visit, kept in touch with my little juniors (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;midsummers&lt;/span&gt; ROCKED), I AM OFFICIALLY 170 CM TALL OK!!!  Sher's coming back at year end, I'm rediscovering all my old poems which I used to love, considering jetting off to UK for liberal arts next year, Learnt how to make insanely good food from the GURU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;leX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, what else could I need? :D (good o level results please single digit single digit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ftw&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean, you gain some, you lose some right&lt;/em&gt;? but I'm happy. It might seem stupid, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; take much to make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is the last day of being fifteen for me. I know tomorrow I wont look much different or feel much different, and none the wiser despite the saying, but I've made it another year, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; definitely something to cheer about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not very eloquent at this moment, so I'm just going to say that to my friends, thank you so much, you mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; to  me, and if you like the person I am, its cause you guys help mold me into the person I am. And to those who I lost somehow, I'm not going to drag my heels and put my life on hold for you, but the door is always open and you are always welcome back into my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cheers all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;2g&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2247487003872847299?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2247487003872847299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2247487003872847299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/07/82-going-going.html' title='82: going, going...........'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7465932104471567007</id><published>2008-06-22T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:02:21.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80: 16 already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have just received a rather rude reminder that I'm turning 16 in about 2 weeks time. first thought?&lt;br /&gt;" oh man. I can't believe I forgot my own birthday"&lt;br /&gt;second thought? hard to explain but somewhere along the lines of "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; OHFREAKING SHIT I'M NOT DONE BEING FIFTEEN YET!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on that note, Geoffrey go check your msn :D&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7465932104471567007?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7465932104471567007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7465932104471567007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/80-16-already.html' title='80: 16 already?'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8322277324191559469</id><published>2008-06-20T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:07:12.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>79:addicted allright</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; am so addicted right now to&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; BRANDON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;NORRIS &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MD PRODUCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;. Go you tube them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is what dance is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8322277324191559469?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8322277324191559469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8322277324191559469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/79addicted-allright.html' title='79:addicted allright'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-164545568622780452</id><published>2008-06-19T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:03:18.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>78: 12 hours of happy birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWELVE HOURS IN SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;twelve hours spent retarding my benumbed ass off in the LT/canteen with YT Mongyi and Elaine. Twelve hours of weird gay-ish lecturers cracking (sometimes unsuccessful) jokes. Twelve hours of having buzzwords like &lt;strong&gt;GOALS&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SUCCESS &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;LIFE&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;THINKING&lt;/strong&gt; and other things shouted at us. twelve hours of next-to brainwashing talk to endure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;seeing mongyi (finally) turn 16 and making it almost 10 years as friends. Laughing our asses off at random jokes and moments during break and at the movie. The " I am ken. I am your friend" dude. Being lucky enough to see sunset in SC again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In hindsight, today didnt suck &lt;s&gt;fishBALLS&lt;/s&gt; as much as I thought it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONGYI :D (love ya too)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-164545568622780452?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/164545568622780452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/164545568622780452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/78-12-hours-of-happy-birthday.html' title='78: 12 hours of happy birthday.'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6370738870325974068</id><published>2008-06-16T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:42:56.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>75: oh, the little things we do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;MONGYI FELL DOWN ON A STATIONARY BUS! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHHA ok its true. She got on, went to the standing area, grasped the pole, stood for a second then FELL XD and the best part was, THE BUS WASN'T MOVING YET.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha of course there are other funny incidents involving mongyi, but we dont want the whole world laughing at her do we? so far we have people in singapore, brazil, UK, china, and&lt;strong&gt; BANGLADESH&lt;/strong&gt; laughing at our her xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear in study camp we spend more time laughing then doing work. I have some pictures of a very incriminating post-it belonging to serene, which declares her UNDYING AFFECTION for 2 of our teachers. Its pretty obvious one of them is JoJo, but whos the other?&lt;br /&gt;allow us to give you a hint : she looks like a refugee from the circus, and owns a chihuahua with a dubious name.&lt;br /&gt;and the other thing I can say is: 4 U, SERENE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Willa is SO a hardcore mugger&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt; hahah she separates herself in order to CONCENTRATE and get work done. And she got &lt;em&gt;ANGRY &lt;/em&gt;when serene and I started discussing frank iero /bob bryar / gerard ways many antics and she slammed her pen on the table VIOLENCE VIOLENCE hahhaahahah and then she becomes hyper and happy and NORMAL again when you give her food xD&lt;br /&gt;and the most retarded thing was when I went to the cinnamon room and peered in and was chatting with the 5 lonely people there, and then yiting told me to come inside, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shaf-the-prefect said: I know your room got people using mp3 right!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;* long, pregnant pause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me :*high squeaky voice* noooooooooooooooooo!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i fled as the room burst into laughter xD hahaha ohwell. I can be such a lousy liar at times&lt;br /&gt;On arriving back at my room I found peiwne, serene and cass trying to attach postits to mongyi or willa, and the postits read &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOUCH MY BODY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yknow the song by mariah carey? HAHAHHA and they succeeded, at points xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;serene singing " little sparrow " at random moments OMG FUNNY! esp when she sang to mongyi and, after much cajoling, mong FLAPPED HER WINGS AND FLEW AWAY HAHHAHAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of study camp I stoned for like 3 hours at the history text before giving up and going to find Yiting with Mong, and we sat outside the spice rooms and mad alot of bad, BAD jokes. ANDAND OMG I love farah xD&lt;br /&gt;cause we were throwing this one honey star around, and it went from yitings forehead to my stomach then to mongs head then my legs, and then I threw it to farah just as she sat down. Then we told her why it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE TASTIEST STAR IN THE UNIVERSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in other words, where it had been) and she listened in amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;YT : so, youre not going to actually eat it right? its super dirty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Farah : yeah, I wont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN SHE ATE IT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH &lt;strong&gt;BLUR&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!! XD OMG we couldnt stop laughing at her.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went downstairs and YT played alot of funny songs on the piano, then &lt;strong&gt;HOME &lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok other updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relinked people, if youre not there or its the wrong link, drop me a line or tag and it will be seen to (in the next decade)&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey and Reggie and Moley&lt;em&gt;(the hentai perv whos into beastiality)&lt;/em&gt; kept me entertained last night. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Muchlove to all of you!&lt;/span&gt; feel alot alot better now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I have a new friend! HAHAHAHA I feel so kindergarteny saying it but its been so long since I made one worth knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 16 soon! in like, 2 weeks! GAH I'm not done being 15 yet! haha. 4 more years, 4 more years.&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tomatoes. &lt;/span&gt;I am going to get one tattooed on my head. &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;JK JK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. I'm tired but happier now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6370738870325974068?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6370738870325974068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6370738870325974068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/75-oh-little-things-we-do.html' title='75: oh, the little things we do'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3993353591559536236</id><published>2008-06-15T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:35:22.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok ok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I didnt really want to point fingers, but yes, any of my bad moodswings WERE brought on by the two of you. I'm almost perfectly happy otherwise. Saf, Tanner, I get it that as  sibling you will naturally fight each other tooth and nail at points, and each of you , of course, hope to win. BUT PLEASE realise I do not appreciate being asked to take a side. Tanner, I knew sag first so how can I just betray her this way and take your side? Just cause we donts speak as much as we used to doesnt make us any less close and she isnt any less of a friend than she used to be. And saf, how can I just take your side simply cause you knew me first and tanner is the "outsider" infringing on us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Youre SIBLINGS. No matter how much you hate each other at this point please just STOP IT. You'll  be all "yeah right" when I say this but in the future you'll realise how much it means to have each other, so please dont throw that away. You say youd rather be an only child, you dont need sibs you have friends, so on and so forth you KNOW what youve said fine if you were an only child then you wouldnt have each other to fight with would you? but YOURE NOT ONLY KIDS  get OVER it already you have a brother/sister. ITS NOT THE SAME so dont you BUT me any more I'm sick and tired of the 2 of you being so childish and immature and STUBBORN. The VERY FACT that youare fighting SHOWS You care dammit. You dont HATE each other for the last time. You just dont want to SAY YOURE WRONG. Admitting youre wrong first doesnt mean you "lost" or youre weak or whatever. It just means that you care enough to put aside all this stupid pride and grudges and whatever and make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm leaving the 2 of you alone. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOUR EGOS NEED MORE SPACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3993353591559536236?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3993353591559536236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3993353591559536236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3293837145016094188</id><published>2008-06-13T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:46:25.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've heard it all before</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;DONT laugh at me. Today was a thinking day for me, continued from last night. Call it after effects of a night,are, call it hormones, fatigue, stress, whatever you will. nyah. I think I shall atick to writing prose from now on, or at least after this one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not a student&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;students study and get straight A's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or skip school to smoke in void decks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I doodle at my desk, scribbling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;delighting the english faculty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;math,however, is another matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will never be a dancer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I cannot control my limbs enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to even walk without stumbling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;much less jump and run in time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I fail miserably at attempts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to be an intellectual. I can count,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but not to infinity. And , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what does that sign mean again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;subset or something. Maybe subtract?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will never find it in me to be a philosopher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seeing the ocean in a drop of water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lines running parallel across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our tiny expanse of universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am no scientist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my mind will not bear the intricacies of formulae and chemistry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is too disorganised and messy as a child's room:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;things wanted always buried or lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am not a teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I used to think I knew so much, but that was before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a lifetime ago. Now I learn more than I can know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have long given up being a singer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my words refuse to trip along to a tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and my voice is too soft, fragile, afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to soar beyond the white walls of my room, to the heavens outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am no poet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the syllables do not obey me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they tumble as they will across the page, refugees running,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;running from the great white eraser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;clinging to their existence and refusing to meet, or even obey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the will of their maker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will never be labelled an artist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my paintings never look as they should,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like taking photographs of naughty children:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;they are themselves, but what would others think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am, not a person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;people have skins, which contain blood and bone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;muscle and sinew and a beating, breathing, beating heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a skin too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but I unzip it at night and fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;out, out, where there is nobody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to tell me what I am, or what I must be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am human&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;simple as it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3293837145016094188?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3293837145016094188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3293837145016094188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/youve-heard-it-all-before.html' title='you&apos;ve heard it all before'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7231431229336805051</id><published>2008-06-07T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T18:28:25.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>74:invincible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Invincible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;surely not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was a jabberwocky day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(is that good? is that bad? wouldnt you love to know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7231431229336805051?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7231431229336805051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7231431229336805051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/74invincible.html' title='74:invincible'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3715004168841428369</id><published>2008-06-04T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:10:47.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>73: terrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joy cheered me up mightily, and kept me from walking into the road/lampposts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, it was terrible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry, but its hard for me to be as happy as I was before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just dont know how to make people happy anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I GIVE UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. I refuse to let myself do this. I will live on, and get on with my life, and wishing for the old times back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hot-ass date this saturday night =D   and yes, he's awfully sweet, and kind, and funny, and he's got nice eyes, and nice hands, and insanely toned shoulders and he's TALL (I'm up to his shoulder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;=D =D =D =D =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3715004168841428369?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3715004168841428369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3715004168841428369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/73-terrible.html' title='73: terrible'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6813070886710962476</id><published>2008-06-03T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:47:23.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>72: dinner with the chapmans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Today was wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dont know how else to describe it. Just, wierd.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bio Lecture was amusing : &lt;em&gt;HOMOIOTHERM sounds like an arabian word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But dinner with the chapmans was great. Theyre amazing people and such an adorable couple. Mr C's full beard and moustache is incredible, the kind you think only Santa's son would have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Theyve done so much together, and theyve been married 46 years oh man. Really envy them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;There not one of those ickily sweet couples who drive you insane with family photos and stories of their younger days. They just ask what youd like to know of their travels so far, and tell you taht much, with no mushy couple-ly moments getting described. And theyre still in love, you can totally tell just by looking at them. They amaze me, these 2 sweet, kind , and &lt;strong&gt;genuine&lt;/strong&gt; old people, still in love after so long. Theyre not faking it or anything, no false front for appearances sake as so many others do, but they just ARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;And they truly know what it is to love someone forever. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm once again reminded, its so good to be alive, and have the people you love,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love you back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;(and I just realised I was so distracted today I didnt contact G :P)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6813070886710962476?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6813070886710962476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6813070886710962476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/72-dinner-with-chapmans.html' title='72: dinner with the chapmans'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6690247849802357159</id><published>2008-06-02T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:32:15.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>71: all about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I could grant you all your wishes, if you asked me to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sat and talked and talked and talk for AGES with Mong in the canteen. I dont think we've ever talk like this before right DOOD? ;D heh. I felt so oddly calm after that, like no matter what happened to me at least she knows. 9++ years and counting man :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Reggie's thing isnt going too well, I think, I dunno. I really hope the previous sentence is wrong :P Grah. Still doing dunno what and feeling nervous. I shall use my newfound love (puke) for the chinese language to quote an oft-used word amoung students in tough times - Jia You! HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Did I mention I love Sherilyn? she managed to get a song by PINK stuck in my head after singing down to the phone all the way from melbourne like 12784487448957456 times!! and I was like trying not to sleep omg !! haha love the boots dear. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just like a tattoo, I will always have you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANDAND the sweetest thing happened today. Seth learnt how to play This Daym old song by McFly and phoned me " OMG SPIDEY SPIDEY I CAN PLAY A NEW SONG" haha the first thought that came into my head was " ohnooooooooo" cause he usually only ohones me to play really annoying songs that get stuck in my head for ages, but this time it turned out to be " All About You" and it was cheesy, but so damn sweet :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love ya Babes XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But if you denied me one of your kisses, don't know what I'd do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6690247849802357159?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6690247849802357159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6690247849802357159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/71-all-about-you.html' title='71: all about you'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1330729679957723610</id><published>2008-06-01T18:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:14:13.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>70: happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday,I was kinda upset. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;So I napped until 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And talked to seth for an hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to sherilyn for an hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to shameera for an hour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And I msged Geoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can you say&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1330729679957723610?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1330729679957723610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1330729679957723610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/06/70-happy.html' title='70: happy'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2008643808713324924</id><published>2008-05-30T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:49:42.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>69 : on this issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK I NEED TO SAY THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;2 things that piss me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;1) the myanmar thing :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG YOU FREAKING RETARDS can't you see the people are suffering? why cant you just let them get the aid thats given to them even if youre not going to help? At the very least you shouldnt be STOPPING aid from getting to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG I'm so angry and frustrated and upset and I realise how helpless and cruel and HORRIBLE people and humans and situations can get PEOPLE IN THAT COUNTRY ARE GEETING CHASED OUT OF THEIR MAKESHIFT SHELTERS CAUSE THEYRE DEEMED UNSIGHTLY I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the whole issue in JYM regarding tattoos and piercings and dyed hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont think dyed hair is going too far, and piercings, as long as theyre not in certain places and not too plentiful, are ok. And tattoos, I do agree that while they push the line between whats acceptable and not, I also think we should learn to accept them. Its kinda like, if a black guy walks in, we're not going to discriminate against him just cause he's the only one right? I hope not at least. I dont really encourage getting tattoos, cause we may regret it later on, and its kinda with you for life. Even with the new removal technology nowadays, its not possible to totally get rid of them. My suggestion to those who wanna get one is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) get a tattoo that really has alot of meaning for you, thats been niggling at you for a few years, and please dont to get smth like your boyfriends name, cause I think you wouldnt want it anymore if you 2 happen to break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) dont get a suggestive or disgusting tattoo. E.g dont get "fuck me" tattoed across you stomach and stuff like that, and try not to get disgusting faces unless they hold an unswaying appeal for you. I have a friend desperately trying to remove a tatt of a demon face on his back now, and he really regrets it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) as teenagers, you have to admit we do some pretty stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;things now that we're gonna look back on and laugh at in the future. We do these things due to unknown reasons, simply cause we're still young, and thats the way it is. We think we know everything there is to know now, and believe me, I used to think that way too. Ever remember a low point or high point or some significant point in your life where you thought " THIS is it, it cant be any more sad/good/etc etc etc" only to be proven wrong later?" yeah same here. So really, if you wanna get a tatt at least make it to legal age before getting it done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) listen to your friends. Not on what to get done, but on what NOT to get done. Its your body, but after all, who wants their friends to think your body's disgusting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And to my dear inked-up friends, I do commend you on being able to bear the pain. I dont know how I'm going to tahan mine when I get it done, but yeah. You must remember that society has not totally come to embrace tatts, so you must be prepared for a certain amount of criticism and discrimination, along with any admiring glaces thrown your way. I mean, deal with it, youre not a little kid anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You got a tatt of your own free will, you can LIVE with the consequences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have enough guts to get one, have enough guts to live with it ( and love it ). =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- - - - I still love you, stop throwing immature tantrums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2008643808713324924?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2008643808713324924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2008643808713324924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/69-on-this-issue.html' title='69 : on this issue'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-614341672245648342</id><published>2008-05-30T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:52:02.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>68: oyster tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The sun was shining on the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Shining with all his might:&lt;br /&gt;He did his very best to make&lt;br /&gt;The billows smooth and bright--&lt;br /&gt;And this was odd, because it was&lt;br /&gt;The middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon was shining sulkily,&lt;br /&gt;Because she thought the sun&lt;br /&gt;Had got no business to be there&lt;br /&gt;After the day was done--&lt;br /&gt;"It's very rude of him," she said,&lt;br /&gt;"To come and spoil the fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sea was wet as wet could be,&lt;br /&gt;The sands were dry as dry.&lt;br /&gt;You could not see a cloud, because&lt;br /&gt;No cloud was in the sky:&lt;br /&gt;No birds were flying overhead--&lt;br /&gt;There were no birds to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walrus and the Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;Were walking close at hand;&lt;br /&gt;They wept like anything to see&lt;br /&gt;Such quantities of sand:&lt;br /&gt;"If this were only cleared away,"&lt;br /&gt;They said, "it would be grand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If seven maids with seven mops&lt;br /&gt;Swept it for half a year.&lt;br /&gt;Do you suppose," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"That they could get it clear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,&lt;br /&gt;And shed a bitter tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"&lt;br /&gt;The Walrus did beseech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,&lt;br /&gt;Along the briny beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We cannot do with more than four,&lt;br /&gt;To give a hand to each."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eldest Oyster looked at him,&lt;br /&gt;But never a word he said:&lt;br /&gt;The eldest Oyster winked his eye,&lt;br /&gt;And shook his heavy head--&lt;br /&gt;Meaning to say he did not choose&lt;br /&gt;To leave the oyster-bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But four young Oysters hurried up,&lt;br /&gt;All eager for the treat:&lt;br /&gt;Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,&lt;br /&gt;Their shoes were clean and neat--&lt;br /&gt;And this was odd, because, you know,&lt;br /&gt;They hadn't any feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four other Oysters followed them,&lt;br /&gt;And yet another four;&lt;br /&gt;And thick and fast they came at last,&lt;br /&gt;And more, and more, and more--&lt;br /&gt;All hopping through the frothy waves,&lt;br /&gt;And scrambling to the shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walrus and the Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;Walked on a mile or so,&lt;br /&gt;And then they rested on a rock&lt;br /&gt;Conveniently low:&lt;br /&gt;And all the little Oysters stood&lt;br /&gt;And waited in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The time has come," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"To talk of many things:&lt;br /&gt;Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--&lt;br /&gt;Of cabbages--and kings--&lt;br /&gt;And why the sea is boiling hot--&lt;br /&gt;And whether pigs have wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,&lt;br /&gt;"Before we have our chat;&lt;br /&gt;For some of us are out of breath,&lt;br /&gt;And all of us are fat!"&lt;br /&gt;"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.&lt;br /&gt;They thanked him much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"Is what we chiefly need:&lt;br /&gt;Pepper and vinegar besides&lt;br /&gt;Are very good indeed--&lt;br /&gt;Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,&lt;br /&gt;We can begin to feed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,&lt;br /&gt;Turning a little blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"After such kindness, that would be&lt;br /&gt;A dismal thing to do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"The night is fine," the Walrus said.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you admire the view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so kind of you to come!&lt;br /&gt;And you are very nice!"&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenter said nothing but&lt;br /&gt;"Cut us another slice:&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were not quite so deaf--&lt;br /&gt;I've had to ask you twice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"To play them such a trick,&lt;br /&gt;After we've brought them out so far,&lt;br /&gt;And made them trot so quick!"&lt;br /&gt;The Carpenter said nothing but&lt;br /&gt;"The butter's spread too thick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I weep for you," the Walrus said:&lt;br /&gt;"I deeply sympathize."&lt;br /&gt;With sobs and tears he sorted out&lt;br /&gt;Those of the largest size,&lt;br /&gt;Holding his pocket-handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;Before his streaming eyes.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,&lt;br /&gt;"You've had a pleasant run!&lt;br /&gt;Shall we be trotting home again?'&lt;br /&gt;But answer came there none--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And this was scarcely odd, because&lt;br /&gt;They'd eaten every one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For some odd reason, this poem brings back memories of childhood, and with them a melancholic lamentation of simpler, happier time past, that can never be reclaimed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I supposed I shouldnt complain about depression, since I've got my muse back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-614341672245648342?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/614341672245648342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/614341672245648342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/68-oyster-tears.html' title='68: oyster tears'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8627934659517522545</id><published>2008-05-27T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:15:29.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>67: traumatised?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sigh. I have to go back 3 out of 4 weeks, so apologies for those who wanted to steal me away for a month :P coughsethcough XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Geoffs away at CAP, and so are Sham and Joy :P less people to entertain me now. I'm in love with the jabberwocky =D and the words totally seem to swirl into existence and manifest themselves after a bit of the RASPBERRY MOONSHINE that seths finally making again for me :D leeleelee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Art today was fun and productive, I look like a sad puppy at certain angles and evil at others, I'm sorry I'm always offline even when I'm on, dinner is here, I'm hungry, my teacher traumatises me, goodnight =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8627934659517522545?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8627934659517522545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8627934659517522545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/67-traumatised.html' title='67: traumatised?'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1033287419846446979</id><published>2008-05-23T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:12:29.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>66: sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last official drama lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; . Mixed feelings about it. On one hand, its nice that I finally dont have to sit around polishing and re-polishing our already very polished script (OMG yes Jec I SOOOOOOOOo want ours to win!) and I wont have to put up with the sec ones and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;overly friendly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sec twos. Most of the secones I dont even recognise haha and so its really&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; creepy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how they know my nickname(s) and &lt;em&gt;call me by them&lt;/em&gt; its effing wierd. And they know ALOT about me ok. WTF? damn wierd. And kinda irritating. Almost as annoying as having someone hanging around you going &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;" I'm emo, I feel emo, I need a hug. Give this emo a hug? I feel emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" and so on and so forth. I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; HATE STEREOTYPES FOR THE LAST TIME REAL PEOPLE DONT NEED LABELS WE ARE NOT SOUP CANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; omg. Thats why its a compliment for me when sham said I'm undefinable. I wouldnt want to be anybody else :P grahhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;OK OK I DIGRESS back to the subject. Last drama session.&lt;br /&gt;I found out confucious' translated english name is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOHNNY KONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHHAHH WTHHHHHHHH shitzzz JOHNNY KONG!!!!!!! haha OMG it was so effing funny when nicola said that. AND AND ohman I will forever rmb the &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;" dont have sex/ when youre young/ when you grow up/ cant have fun "&lt;/span&gt; poem XD&lt;br /&gt;and all our lim chee guan and ang ku kueh and tok tok chiang and " you so stuuuuuuupeed, shes your MARTHER" and the BUS and and reciting the jabberwocky and and flapping our arms running about after pigeons and mr choi and miss fanny and claire DEVINEEEEEEE and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;(planning drama ads):" myth-drama girls are really graceful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and random screaming and running and the sun salutation and astroboy and rainbow shoes and all the birds that were gathered together and the sun salutation and our lame games and gossiping about soooooo many people and our little skits so many other tiny tiny things that constitute my 3 and and a half years in the society. I admit, we hated last years sec4s and we hate our current secones and some sec2s (there overly friendly, but ok really) and we miss our old teachers in charge and our coach and all, we must keep in mind that with every good thing there tend to be little bad spots and glitches, but when you see it, you know its good.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I do feel sad to leave you all. I'll miss our little lunch sessions and random outbursts of song and laughter. But as new things come in, old things must leave to make way. You may not like all the changes, you may even be in denial of them, but you will learn to live with them , and perhaps in time if not learn to support them to the max, at least not to spend all your time hating them.&lt;br /&gt;Your reaction on thursday when Jec broke the news was heartwarming : the hugs, yells of "noooo" and "whyyyy???" all went to my heart. Truth is , we love you guys. And we promise to come back and visit/crash at the most inappropriate moments ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be nice to the juniors&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Give us your hands, if we be friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;and robin shall restore amends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1033287419846446979?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1033287419846446979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1033287419846446979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/66-sigh.html' title='66: sigh.'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4038368133527539218</id><published>2008-05-18T18:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:42:26.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>65 : we learn with each goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm sorry that so many of my posts are like, lists of things now, but its olevel year, I got my chinese O's next week, you dont have to read this if you dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This fortnight I learned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;1) Just forgive people, even if they havnt asked yet. It makes it easier to actually say the words when they finally ask.&lt;br /&gt;2) Fishes look like gummy worms only if theyre colourful&lt;br /&gt;3) Gwen Stefani is rad. I love her&lt;br /&gt;4) sometimes, I think way too much about all life's maybes and if onlys. I should learn to let go quicker, sooner&lt;br /&gt;5) Certain things MUST wait until I have time to feel however I want, whenever I want, no matter how much I want them NOW.&lt;br /&gt;6) I talk too much. I must be quieter, in order to hear the voices of others.&lt;br /&gt;7) I must stop believing it when people say I'm pretty. No matter how convincing they are, I know that scarred people can never be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;8) At points, we must do thin sthat we dislike for the good of others, simply because its the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;9) Its better to give up then fight a meaningless battle&lt;br /&gt;10) But when you fight for something you really believe in, never give up, even if youre fighting alone&lt;br /&gt;11) I love you. I still do. I always will, because thats the way I am, and I dont think I'll be changing anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats all I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And one more thing : my heart goes out to all the people in Myanmar, in china. I just saw how bad the devastation was. I want to help you, but I dont really know how. I wish I was some kind of superhero, that I could fly around the world and turn back time, so that you'd all have time to run to safety before the quake hit. Even though I dont know you, but I know what it feels like to lose, lose your loved ones, everything. My pain will never measure up to yours, but empathy is better than sympathy now. But help would be even better, and I wish I could give it to you, and I'll do my best to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Don't Speak- No Doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We used to be together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday together always&lt;br /&gt;I really feel&lt;br /&gt;That I'm losing my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This could be the end&lt;br /&gt;It looks as though you're letting go&lt;br /&gt;And if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't want to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our memories&lt;br /&gt;Well, they can be inviting&lt;br /&gt;But some are altogether&lt;br /&gt;Mighty frightening&lt;br /&gt;As we die, both you and I&lt;br /&gt;With my head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;I sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all ending&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop pretending who we are...&lt;br /&gt;You and me I can see us dying...are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know just what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me cause it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;So please stop explaining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;oh I know what you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need your reasons&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're good,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're real good&lt;br /&gt;Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Time may dampen the regret of what we did, but nothing can help the regret for the things we never did. After so long, it still hurts.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4038368133527539218?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4038368133527539218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4038368133527539218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/65-we-learn-with-each-goodbye.html' title='65 : we learn with each goodbye'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1348050799972717136</id><published>2008-05-16T17:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:36:47.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>63: boohoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The air is hot and thick and humid today. I feel like i'm swimming in boiled water. NOT NICE :(&lt;br /&gt;at least I dont suffer as much at night I suppose, due to the fact that I have like ZERO body temperature. Yeah yeah natty I'm reptilian I need to leech heat from other people XP thanks haha. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARMTH VAMPIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear nat-a-rat-rat help me cut my hair a few days ago haha OMG it feels so much better now ohmygoodness. Spore's humidity just wrecks my skin and hair. PASTY WHITE ENLIGH SKIN was never meant to be kept in singapore for extended periods.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA today we spent the whole of english making fun of ahlians. Emo is a friggin lifestyle not a trend dammit. Grah. HAHA XD omg all the xiiaottears and xiiaohatredd and " you dont come back to me I slit my wrist " and WORHXXXZZZZ. I swear that last word is the epitome of ahlian-ness. AND ohman willa was saying that she read tjis one ahlian blog, where the girl slit her writst and posted pictures on her blog in order to try and get her EX if not she'll "die" .&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; AND IT WAS SO EFFIN' FUNNY&lt;/span&gt; cause its biologically impossible to die from slit wrists so we wanted to go and tag her blog and tell her that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our anticipated response?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures of her slitting her wrist, photoshopped and edited with the caption announcing that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" EU SAY SLIT CANUT DIE!!!! MI DIE FOR EU TO SEE WORHXXZZZ"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. just TOO funny XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok thats all. I'm tired. I want Sherilyn, I want Geoffrey, I want Natty. Boohoo :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1348050799972717136?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1348050799972717136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1348050799972717136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/63-boohoo.html' title='63: boohoo'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1282907605729569592</id><published>2008-05-14T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T19:46:15.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>62: lah lah lahhhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Gosh I havent updated this thing in ages. SO not my fault ok. From now on blogging will be random and sporadic :P cause of my sec 4 &lt;s&gt;life.&lt;/s&gt; Grah. This week sucks, and its only wednesday. BUT I will hang in there!!!! lah lah lah. Thanks babe =D&lt;br /&gt;My fightingfish has turned an extraordinary shade of pink/white, and its really shimmery and pretty. Its adorable the way the fish will always swim up to the glass hoping for food whenever I come close. Its cute :D grah. Its like, the harder life gets, the easier it is to make me happy. Sigh. &lt;em&gt;The weather today was so england-ish, walking home from art. I suppose its a combination of the bluish-grey sky, the trees, the random birds, the wet street and the coolish weather. Nice :)&lt;/em&gt; I may.may not be going back to luxembourg this year. Its all depends on who's where in december :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;It's really just one of those days that reminds me its good to be alive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;And this is the key that makes us wind up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;and when the beat comes on the girls all line up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;and the boys all look but no they cant touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;and the girls wanna know why the boys like us so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;Everytime the bass bangs, realize it calls your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop till your time is up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somedays, I feel like locking you in my room so that you really will be mine, and mine only&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/37823829-1282907605729569592?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1282907605729569592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1282907605729569592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/62-lah-lah-lahhhhhhh.html' title='62: lah lah lahhhhhhh'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1038458570600580188</id><published>2008-05-03T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T10:38:36.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>61: today I learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently, I learned that:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) just because someones known you for 4 years, it doesnt necessarily mean they KNOW who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) lifes too short to get bitter. I'd rather get EVEN (which I did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Debo might be vertically and mentally challenged, but she still brighten up my day randomly in a totalyy retarded way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Mongyi is.................. uh................. not very smart anymore =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) its not really love if it doesnt last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) valentines day is a cliche, but its also a good way to make someone happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) as good as it sounds, sex is NOT the solution. At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) its really tough to be close friends with siblings, especially when one was close to you first, but then the other got to know you when the first one went overseas and its so damn wierd cause you used to laugh at him and kinda dislike him for making his sisters life harder and now you dont know what to do if they fight. IF :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blargha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1038458570600580188?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1038458570600580188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1038458570600580188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/05/61-today-i-learned.html' title='61: today I learned'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-547256202384089912</id><published>2008-04-29T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:31:47.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60: take a step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Today dear daryl made me buy an SS textbook and deliver it to him cause apparently the rest of singapore has run out of stock, whereas my school's bookshop has a neat little pile of these purple books just sitting around and not doing much. &lt;em&gt;I mean, theyre books after all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I found the most adorable picture of a CERTAIN redcrosser doing smth (totally not scandalous) on sarah T's blog. Must rip it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Looking forward to shakespeare in love tomorrow, despite the many *ahem* bad things that may come with it. I will ignore them, as suggested, and just enjoy the play&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got my sec one results back. Kinda topped the level or smth for english, the rest are ok. Only failed 2 subs this time, so thats good. I'm SORRY OK but only failing 2 subs is good for a peabrain like me. And not just any kinda pea ok, but a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;teeny-weeny-tiny-greeny pea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For some odd reason, I feel caught at some form of crossroads, stuck between the 2 realms of reality and imagination. I wonder if its too much midsummers night dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really dont know. I'm just kinda stuck, inside my own murky bubble as the rest of the world spins around and past me in fast-forward. We can communicate, talk and laugh and everything, they can get in my bubble and sit with me and watch the world, but I can't get out, I have to stay in the bubble's murky swirling depths. The bubble is situated at a crossroads, and there are steams of people going off in the 4 directions, and I feel that once I get out of the bubble, I can't just stand there, but I have to choose, but I dont want to. From inside my sphere I can see in all 4 directions, and I can see to the very end of the road. If life were a path, from where I am I can stand up and see the dead end where I meet my maker, whoever he turns out to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont want to choose just yet, but I want to get out of that bubble. I want to stand at the crossroads and talk to people, and whirl them around before sending them on their way. Maybe thats where I'll live out my life, and I'll be the crazy girl at the crossroads who knows everybody but no one can ever remember her name. I dont know. With all these things going on around me, I should feel horrible elated, joyous, insanely happy, but I dont. I'm just kind of quietly contented, almost evilly. I mean, its like, how do you describe feeling that theres not much left to be done but write your last memoirs? how do you describe singing in church and wishing fervently that you could believe as whole heartedly as you used to barely a year ago? how do you say that you know God's left you and he wont be coming back till everythings been set right?how do you talk about knowing youre going to die? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dont know much anymore. I used to think I knew everything, but it turns out I dont know very much all at. All I know cant be put into words, so whats the use? Its like having seen, for a split second, how big you could be, yet at the same time, how tiny you really are, the enourmousity of infinity, and in that second, glimpsing the God-given truth. The truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the only thing that resounds in my head, and perhaps my heart, is that single thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Son of man, can these bones live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-547256202384089912?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/547256202384089912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/547256202384089912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/04/60-take-step.html' title='60: take a step'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-9057937383781942041</id><published>2008-04-28T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:43:28.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>56 : just saqying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;" and at the end of the day, we respect shakespeare as a classic, as a whole, no matter how boring and confounding his english may be. because he gives  us the truth , which is something you dont get very often"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and  because the truth, even though its blinding, will set you free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-9057937383781942041?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/9057937383781942041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/9057937383781942041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/04/56-just-saqying.html' title='56 : just saqying'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2566093470949503294</id><published>2008-04-24T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:02:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>55 : life isnt all bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School + art + insomnia + dysfunctional person + warped mind + hopeless romance +Losing weight damn fast + super white vampire skin +  old memories + sentimentality + a million other tiny things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;= I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(And yet, Seth, don't be afraid, you wont lose this friend. I'm not about to disappear into the mist.Once I love someone, I always will, no matter how low they go, Remember? dont worry love, I'm here. I'll always be here)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of the above + Geoff + music + drama people singing insanely + art midyear completed + ribena +  peanut butter + poems &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;= maybe its not so bad to be alive :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2566093470949503294?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2566093470949503294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2566093470949503294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/04/55-life-isnt-all-bad.html' title='55 : life isnt all bad'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1616726890559695092</id><published>2008-04-20T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:00:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>54: car (nage) val</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plus, he's got night vision too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SC carnival surpassed my expectations. They rented a bloody miniature viking ship for crying out loud :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got there around ten fifteen, met mongyi, then waltzed off with Laura NGIAM to various stalls to meet various people. HAHA and my strategy of when the juniors come to sell you stuff just turn around and pretend theyre not there worked ok!!!! haha but Ngiammy broke my concentration xD Met WIFEY ahaha in the amphi after much yelled phonecalls and stumbling into things that turned out to be Ngiammy's feet. pranced about a bit more and and went to joy's satll where I happyly desecrated their noticeboard :D HEEHEE omg BUY FROM THEIR SEXAYE STALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did :D kinda. going to collect my book on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then wifey had a phone call from pat to say that she was at the boat, by whuch she meant viking ship, near the dance studios. After telling her to come to the lobby where we where, we decided to toddle down to the ship instead, just for fun XD and had a good laugh at the screaming kiddies. Then Pat showed up and she and wifey went on the ride (the biggest idiots) and I played photographer with them. Pat's cam is super fast! got many many UNGLAM photos of her and potataoe screaming spastically.  Halfway through, they got bored,and thus decided to check SMS.&lt;em&gt; Theyre the best man everyone around them is screaming and these 2 decide to check sms wtf  HAHAHAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At this point, Geoff showed up :D :D :D :D :D hugs on sight :D. and of course, introed him to the 2 dweediots whe n they got off. And potatoe had this stunned silence for a minute, and I though she was going to freak , then she was like " omg I'm jealous" AHAHAH how adorable :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bummed around kind of trying to look for huda and cut queue at the haunted house at the same time. Watched 4pr perform their cheer and slacked around sommore. Then P&amp;amp;P had to leave so me and Geoff went to find Joy at her stall. Then mongyi came to find me again :D yadayadayada bougt bubble tea and slacked around the stall, cruching Joy's legs and creating many rumours (which I hope die by monday). @ of Geoff's friends, Renbear and Mike showed up. MIKE IS ADORABLE ZOMG XD he looks like a little alien. If you buy muachee from lynette you get him free. Decided to go to the haunted house in the graveyard with Geoff and Joy, despite feeling sick from all the bubble tea. Bumped in to peewee and mong there, so we made a group if ten with Lynn choo and some other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waited damn damn long before we went inside. Plunked myslef between Geoff and Joy so I had much protection from the horrors which didnt turn out to be so horrible cause G could see everything and kept laughing. But as quoted, going with friends is fun :D and so is clutching hands in the dark. Especially when the person clutches back RIGHT BABE? XD haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was kinda spoilt at the end cause I could see the trainers of the pointianak climbing up the stairs when the guide opened the door, and mongyi said  the ghost banged her head on the metal rail accidentally AHAHAHA WTH LOUSY GHOST. Oh and I stepped on someones hand in there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walked geoff out to the busstop after thatand we realised it was the wrog one so  he ended up running to another one and taking a cab instead. Poor baby :(. but ooh-so-worth it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back to find mongyi and waited damn long for a nother haunted house. This one was alot scarier cause, uh, less people, and no hot guy XD haha kidding. Mongyi is a hot guy what am I saying? XD XD XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the wheelchair thing was quite freaky, and I stepped on someone again. I was really freaked out in the tunnel when jovel and her red flashlight popped out in my face though. but I recovered enough to insult her. SORRY JOVEL :p haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bloody ghost at the end of the tunnel pulled my har damn hard, so that was the scariest part I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bus-ed home alone after thta, work work work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;leg ached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sleep, and dream of nice things (and people!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha ok thats all. Actually its alot so yeah BYE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1616726890559695092?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1616726890559695092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1616726890559695092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/04/54-car-nage-val.html' title='54: car (nage) val'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3541141319539310809</id><published>2008-04-14T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:26:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>53: your honour, please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish to contest the facts that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-the earth is round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-it turns in only one direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-chickens cannot fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- __  is actually a pretty nice teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-its wrong to flip teachers off in school when you greet them and get a black face in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- deborah CAN read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- mongyi cannot do anything vaguely bimbotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- my PE teacher is a gym nut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- seth is sane and can now complete his sentences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- I need medication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- all my "rocker" friends are egoistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- all of my friends are easily labelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- prefects in our school are reasonable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- my bio teacher is just annoying and not much else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-  Mr L is scary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- all RI guys are pompous asses in white uniforms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3541141319539310809?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3541141319539310809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3541141319539310809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/04/53-your-honour-please.html' title='53: your honour, please'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7137005001975899242</id><published>2008-04-05T11:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:50:38.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>52: compressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The past few days : COMPRESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1) last april fool's day in SC was awfully uneventful ; no wierd tricks form the teachers on girls getting enlisted or super-tough surprise quizzes. No wierd shit from the students where we ALL take out the wrong textbooks, and thankfully no retarded freaks waiting to scare me witless on the way home ( hardehar har). Just BLOODY FIFTEEN missed calls from on stupid freak to scare me XD ok fine it was amusing. HEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) last cheer comp in SC. GY YOU TOTALLY ROCK MY WORLD WITH YOUR TOLET BRUSHES AND TOOTHBRUSHES AND TRIANGULR STALINS XD &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we study, for fun, hitler stalin mao zhidong, toa cah soh we never say no, so lets go gy, lets go LETS ROLL &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Last SPORTS DAY&lt;/span&gt; omg. unless I come back and relief teach or smth. Actually managed to make it on time for marching this year ;D and of course slacked off alot in the shade. Last year of this already. No more bugs, no more DAMN HOT SUN GIVING ME SKIN CANCER no more being so bored like WHAT, no more retarded photos and trying to sneak out of the stadium or find internet connections cause we're so bored. BTW i tapes the baton relay ;D all those who want just tell me, send mass email to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) SHERILYN WONG fnally called and got through :P haha yeah I missed alot of your calls IM SORRY! :P haha dont make me lose $50 ok study very hard :D and come and visit me SOON after olevels so I can show you my rad &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple hair&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;) geoffrey LAME muchlove to you and you random inane humming and your retarded friends. And our incoherent/kinky/evil moments :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) The comp's land cable blew, so no msn for now. just msg me or email people, and I promise to check all 4 emails when I can ok?! yeahhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;) just walked home in the pouring rain with no brolly, and I had the good sense to wear a white shirt today :P ohwell. Shower now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/R_dY53KKZLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GJZDCHmFTfc/s1600-h/P4040467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185711247022777522" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="123" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/R_dY53KKZLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GJZDCHmFTfc/s320/P4040467.JPG" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(can you see the beatles freak hugging me/hiding from the camera/smelling my shirt? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7137005001975899242?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7137005001975899242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7137005001975899242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/04/52-compressed.html' title='52: compressed'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/R_dY53KKZLI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GJZDCHmFTfc/s72-c/P4040467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3726324182574919807</id><published>2008-03-28T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:08:38.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>51: betcha didnt know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deborah and I have come to several conclusions on various topics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Mongyi is indeed macho, and she may be part sugar molucule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) you can get high high on spray paint fumes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Fixative smells good. Like aloe vera, to be precise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Deborah's cat is adorable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Debo's OCD is taking pictures of her photogenic cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) when you are told that something is of a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;phallic&lt;/span&gt; shape, and you dont know what that means, its best to&lt;strong&gt; NOT squeeze it or touch&lt;/strong&gt; the object in question in any way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) ribena= purple joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) do not poke quiet drunks. It will result in immediate puking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9) &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quote of the month : accidental kinky-ness is the WORST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3726324182574919807?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3726324182574919807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3726324182574919807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/51-betcha-didnt-know.html' title='51: betcha didnt know'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6984855833437731321</id><published>2008-03-25T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:44:30.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50: jai guru deva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes all we need is to just to allow things to happen, and not try to stop or delay them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The Beatles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup,&lt;br /&gt;They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,&lt;br /&gt;Possessing and caressing me.&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva, om&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They call me on and on across the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box&lt;br /&gt;They tumble blindly as they make their way&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva, om,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing&lt;br /&gt;Through my opened ears inciting and inviting me&lt;br /&gt;Limitless undying Love which shines around me like a&lt;br /&gt;million suns, It calls me on and on&lt;br /&gt;Across the universe&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva, om,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva&lt;br /&gt;Jai guru deva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6984855833437731321?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6984855833437731321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6984855833437731321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/50-jai-guru-deva.html' title='50: jai guru deva'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-666294616878744291</id><published>2008-03-14T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:38:25.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>49 : NC16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sixteen and &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; been kissed : for geoffrey LAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey love, when you see this you'll prolly be old enough to watch NC16 movies legally :D and I cant be jailed for statutory rape on you anymore XD ( and we all know thats what youre really waiting for )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But seriously, another years gone past, your another year older, supposedly another year wiser XP And I've known you for all of 5 weeks of the past 52 :P but babe, really, youve somehow managed to worm your way into my heart in these short few weeks, waking me up in the morning when I need to get up, chatting with me and laughing insanely at our crazy friends who slap phones, infecting me with INANE HUMMING , our little photoslut/camwhoring thing, freaking out our friends, our possesiveness, the incoherent moments, THE SEXEH VOICEE :D :D :D :D :D:D:D:D:D:D:D you make my day babe. And I hope you also force me to write a post akin to this one every single year from now :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who loves ya baby :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-666294616878744291?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/666294616878744291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/666294616878744291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/49-nc16.html' title='49 : NC16'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5677540734756919820</id><published>2008-03-10T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:20:08.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>48: and its stupid, really</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(apologies to Geoffrey for stupidity. Love?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depression seems to be my constant muse nowadays, with bits of other emotions thrown in. Irritation at seeing the sky darken and knowing I have no umbrella, amusement at not knowing right from left, stress from rushing artwork, happiness with getting to know someone new, disappointment and rage at an old friend, melancholy watching the sky flash dark blue and white in a night thunderstorm, joy at watching my fish follow my finger around the fishtank. And yes, you can totally ignore my ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;A man cannot be an island, nor can I&lt;br /&gt;thats why I cant stand and watch you fade and die. get it?&lt;br /&gt;I wish for once, you'd believe me when I say I love you. Just once. If you could see how far that one glimpse could go, I swear you'd stop this " I'm living the rockstar life " crap. Youre not. Youre a loser making second rate music and you live each day on ciggarettes and abuse.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;What happened to my smexy with the cheese fixation, the gay intentions, the pink hair obsession, the energy for the stage, the hyperness from hair dye, the guitar god fingers ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Please bring him back. Cause I miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5677540734756919820?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5677540734756919820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5677540734756919820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/48-and-its-stupid-really.html' title='48: and its stupid, really'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-961171709379043960</id><published>2008-03-10T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:48:50.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>47 : I'm just saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM totally bored and frustrated and stressed out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ATE crackers. Like a parrot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM GOING TO  bite somebody's head off soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I GOT  aids. Haha kidding. Seths new email :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I CLEANED out my box or totally-useless-but-sentimental junk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WILL go and work soon. I hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I READ lit notes today. And surfed friendster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I THINK I miss you and your retarded Fender:made in usa shirt more than is normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WISH I had a remote control for my frigging life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I HUGGED nothing. I'm unloved :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not a good day. Combination of missing 2 people overseas, 2 people in singapore. waking up early, bleeding mosquito bite and no sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sorry I'm this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-961171709379043960?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/961171709379043960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/961171709379043960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/47-im-just-saying.html' title='47 : I&apos;m just saying'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2595463081695253315</id><published>2008-03-09T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:25:05.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>46: oddly,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont say camwhore, say photoslut XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent my morning laughing at ahlians blogs :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(this is code for : I have really no life)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still kinda stunned from last night with Geoff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG dont think dirty!! we just talked so much. mannnn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just MSN-ed a bit with sher.&lt;em&gt; Miss that dumbass so much&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I swear, if these walls could talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Theyd never shut the hell up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a retarded note, I'm going to try lian-ing and psot the photos up here. Should be an interesting experiment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/37823829-2595463081695253315?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2595463081695253315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2595463081695253315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/46-oddly.html' title='46: oddly,'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7625607759255051379</id><published>2008-03-08T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T23:10:14.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>45 : and when they say forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babe, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;And I dont know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I do, and it won't change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rascal Flatts - Bless The Broken Road Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7625607759255051379?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7625607759255051379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7625607759255051379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/45-and-when-they-say-forever.html' title='45 : and when they say forever'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2016542073312091581</id><published>2008-03-07T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:24:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44: red sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;AND HIS BLOG IS &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK!&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Prize giving today was boring, except for the speech by Prof. Thumboo. (how cool is his name?!!) haha. I shall marry a guy called Erik thumboo in the future :D ( fat hope) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BTW, Erik is the phantom's real name. POTO is So the love XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;geoff's prolly got the shock of his life this afternoon when Me and Mongyi pranked him. "push off from my stead!!" HAHAHAHA wthh I have no idea where you got that from my dear. i was LMAO mannnn Poor baby I STILL LOVE YOU!!! :D  heeheee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our school debate lost to Ri :P ohwell. apparently, we were, to quote, "fluffy" arghhhhhhhhh c'mon SC buck up buck up!!!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow Red sea art gallery and B&amp;amp;J with Mong and Debo :D cant waitttttttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(sugar, wish you were here  : B&amp;amp;J :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok thats enough of my ramblings.Goodniht all!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2016542073312091581?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2016542073312091581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2016542073312091581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/44-red-sea.html' title='44: red sea'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2648356857036484122</id><published>2008-03-05T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:40:20.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>43 : all about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so, art today rocked my bibi and baba socks :D  YEAHHHHHHHh I totally owned the FEB man xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the other hand, G sounds a bit down on his blog, and this explains the following content :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey babe,  dont think too much ok? Not about  about this current slump you've gone into : dont stress too much on it. I'm sure that all you need is a bit of time to clear your mind, to think, and not force yourself to write when youve nothing to draw on yet. Dont think too much abou the future, where youre gonna go, what you'll end up doing, even JC. You kinda know, just not too certain yet, and theres no rush yet; a minute can decide your future, but you cant decide your future in a minute. Think it through, and dont do something you dont really want. Dont worry about army alot either : we'll cross that bridge when we come to it, and I'm sure you'll make it, cause I say you can, and I believe it. And most of all, dont worry about tomorrow, or the past, or fear, or pain, cause all these things we either possess or experience, and since its inevitable, dont waste your time thinking bout them. Let them happen, cause you cant stop them ,and learn to pick yourself up after them, to face them down anmd defy them, while accepting that they are a part of life, all at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think about how you want to live in the future, even if its just for the people who love you. Think about the good things, the small everyday things that make life better. Think about how I'm so afraid to lose you now that I've got you, and how much I love you. Think about how even though I wont be able to shield you from the bad things out there, I'll  be there for you anyway, and I'm not going to be leaving you. Think about how much I love you, cause I do, and I hope you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Night babe, sweet dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2648356857036484122?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2648356857036484122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2648356857036484122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/43-all-about-you.html' title='43 : all about you'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1634683148405300390</id><published>2008-03-01T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T14:21:27.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42: so far, not so good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eurgh. I really cant wait to graduate now. Get my ass out of that school. Its not everybody per se, just some people who make like terrible. Like the bloody flying elephant bitch. If you dont know who I'm referring to, just ask, and ye shall recieve a long rant about her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then , there are those people who make life better :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) where is sherilyn! why is she not online at my every beck and call! *panics*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and shameera has voted us to be the best couple; apparently its written all over our rad belts and roaming hands XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Heard/ Read that Ronnie did pretty well. Congrats man, if you happen to see this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) Geoff baby won some prize thingy. Congrats babe! and he is now an official huimeisexual :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) I updated my fansite. To prevent it from becoming dead as I am when my chem teacher spots me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) I saw the sweetest thing yesterday!!!!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; and I shall relate it in detail when I can find the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese tuition! *mugs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1634683148405300390?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1634683148405300390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1634683148405300390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/03/42-so-far-not-so-good.html' title='42: so far, not so good.'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5482851890782221373</id><published>2008-02-26T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:25:22.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>41: today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GOT home early so I can blog and slack around for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I CLEANED my fishtank. Damn you algae!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ATE halal pork. Which translates into nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I READ postsecret, questionable content, and cyanide and happiness. Which failed to make me happy (haha see see Ironyyy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WILL eat lunch, then get down to my homework and try to stop daydreaming so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I THINK  I think way too much about things that will never come true or happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WISH I had said "wait, I have something to tell you too"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I SCARED mongyi today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HUGGED my wife and my neighbour (they are NOT the same person!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I AM hungry. Its is meredith's fault. BYE BYE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5482851890782221373?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5482851890782221373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5482851890782221373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/02/41-today.html' title='41: today'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6824308558484284734</id><published>2008-02-24T18:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:50:26.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40: bleaurgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was............ bleargh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Games sounded a whole lot better online than in person, so that sucked. Chinese tutor showed up early so I was still asleep (yeah I wake up at the last minute ok) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BLEURGH my flu isnt any better. I feel like I'm drowning in snot half the time so yeah. And I can't afford to miss school anymore, so whoopdedoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh. I dunno. I just need to get out of this rut I've somehow managed to drive myself into. All I do is eat, go online, try to sleep, go to school, and try to THINK about doing work. Icky. And on top of that people leaving things changing blah blah blah blah blah. Just not my year. I guess it doesnt help me to concentrate on my work when my loves arent around ( as I hoped ) but just makes things that much worse. Plus having to see that guy everyweek and not talk to him cause, I dunno.&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Cause He said not to, can we just be friends (isnt that what we were?) I cant handle this, I'm not ready for you I want to be fair to the both of us, I cant give you full commitment blah blah blah blah. SHEEEEESH I dont need your 100% retard, I just need YOU. Just say you got no time or you found out that you dont actually like me after all. Thats always how it works out anyway, isnt it. I hate this limbo we've been thrust into, where yeah we're friends, WHO DONT TALK AT ALL CAUSE ITS SO BLOODY WIERD NOW after the first week where it was ok. Can we just go back to where we were before? I know its probabaly too late now, but if you ever see this, can we please just be ok again? I hate the way we just dont talk cause we're so afarid of falling for the other. I wish I told you that ; yeah, I'm a heartbreaker, but I won't hurt you,&lt;em&gt; Sweetheart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ARGH ok just ignore the paragraph if youre from my school or church. Its just one of those wierd things that gets laughed at cause the person its intended for will probabaly never see it, and the writer is being stupid why cant she just tell the person whom it so concerns. I tell you its cause I'm a bloody coward, and cause I'm also me. Thats the way I am. I'm sorry. If you dont like the way I write, dont come here. DUHH. Ok now leave me alone to do my work and feel sick and try not to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you live in a different country from me, or your initials are A.C. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6824308558484284734?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6824308558484284734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6824308558484284734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/02/40-bleaurgh.html' title='40: bleaurgh'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3004207720068785053</id><published>2008-02-22T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:30:43.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>39 : summer days are drifting away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Serious mugging starts after March, which means HUIMEI IS GOING TO DIE woohooo. Or I shall morph into the hardcore mugger one again :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm. Sad. They cancelled Dramafest, and MADDCAP. Dont want to believe it man. And they changed techers for drama. One is cool, the other sucks BIG time, if you know what I mean XP Plus, juniors this year have got a real attitude problem. Never thought I'd say this, but I cant wait to graduate. xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad start to this year&lt;/strong&gt;. Screwing up lots of tests, scoring only on my Lit History SS and English, which is nothing to boast of. CHINESE CHINESE please be nice to me let me get my A in may do I dont have to look at you anymore :D Add on to that my ART omg i'm going insane over it. Plus, all my loves, or most of them have gone overseas. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kaixin and Sher&lt;/span&gt; in melbourne, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Seth&lt;/span&gt; in NY and &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;saffy&lt;/span&gt; should be somewhere in the Blvds by now. The only pro I can see of all this is that at least I wont be distracted by them (I hope) for now. And after O's hopefully I can see them again. :D not too much to ask is it? sighhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MUCH MUCH love to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;geoffrey and Lancey and chingy. And of course laura&lt;/span&gt; (oooohhhhhh) for keeping me very very sane. Or insane, however you see it :) haha. CHEEEEKEN PASTAAAAAAAAa omg that was so funny!! :D &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But ronnie&lt;/span&gt; is still MIA as he's mugging like mad. Cant blame the poor bloke though, but cant not miss him either XP miss our lamenesssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm OH OH and I've got a neww songgggg!!!!!! or at least, the beginning of one :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A is for AIDS which will kill you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;B is for boobies which are shaped like the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;C is for can which is good to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;D is for dog doo which you find on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E is for the elephant's who's in charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;F is for Fuck you, you stupid arse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;G is for a girl I know, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey, wanna try out this hoe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Idiot, she's got no ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;J is for JC, where she's studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;K is for ketamine, which will give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lumps on your dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;M is for minor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now you'll be locked in the nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oops I'm sorry bro I really didnt know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P is for please dont get pissed off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Q.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAH ok thats all I can think of for now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;___ outttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3004207720068785053?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3004207720068785053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3004207720068785053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/02/39-summer-days-are-drifting-away.html' title='39 : summer days are drifting away'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4672568275894104361</id><published>2008-02-18T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:13:12.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38: end of an era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherilyn's plane leaves in 51 minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I chickened out of a long and lengthy convo with her, which would have ended in tears anyway, ( I'm sorry)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banned from going to the airport, so &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dunno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I mean, we said it all didnt we? whats left to be said?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll just be wasting time, dreaming the hours away during school, just waiting to see you again :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update me ok babe? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, and I'm not going anywhere. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have a safe flight :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4672568275894104361?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4672568275894104361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4672568275894104361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/02/38-end-of-era.html' title='38: end of an era'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3475940446600550651</id><published>2008-02-12T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:41:53.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>37: lahhhhhhdedahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VERY VERY STRESSSEDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Valentines day : going to buy the rest of the pressies in a few minutes :P hope I can find smth mannn = &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;2 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow : IMH visit. Go and see the crazy people, and hope I dont become one. Coming back just in time for art sommore &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;= 3 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MUST resend cheryl bio photos. and do all my homework. Which is DAMN ALOT like, my schoolbag also cannot fit all &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;= 5 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Failed math test, chem too. Damn damn sad. I studied super hard ok!!!! &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;= 3 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow art. Go and face the techer from baby-bootie-helland show her what tiny bit of work I did. And get roasted . &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;= 2 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bored doing work, no time to rest. And hardly anytime to talk. Plus sweetheart isnt picking up (claims he's busy) and sugar is damn hard to get a hold of. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;= 4 points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sher and Kaixin leaving soon. More people leaving. Sigh =&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;5 points&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So, 24 points of out 10. Yay man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talking to Geoff baby (and others), walks out of the house, FINALLY writing again, my wierd little juniors, Debo and Mongyi's lameness =????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does it even out?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends. I can handle being friends for now. But can you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweetheart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it would be better if we just let things happen, and not try to apply logic to emeotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I donno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&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/37823829-3475940446600550651?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3475940446600550651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3475940446600550651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/02/37-lahhhhhhdedahhhhhh.html' title='37: lahhhhhhdedahhhhhh'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3069627613567825647</id><published>2008-02-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:11:33.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>36: salute captain obvious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was pretty sad. &lt;em&gt;Mondays always get me down somehow.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got pushed to do veryVERYlastminute class decorating. Pissed off due to my own stupidity at agreeing. DID MY BEST SERENE YOU BETTER LOVE ME (again). you owe me liek 274345678298476 favours already lahhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow, CNY celebration for last 2 periods. I'd rather pon and go home. Have to stay back for history lecture sommore. SIAN. Plus, saturday got to get home early, so no coolios busride :( I'm sorry sweetheart. I promise a bloody good valentines day gift ok? :D One I'm sure you want. At least, I hope you still want it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And me and PeeWee had fun desecrating the noticeboard. No longer does Zay rock :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Claire, aka Captain obvious, has done it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Discussing Doul's genius, I went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ME: Its like, she has a thumbdrive in her head!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;CLAIRE: Yeah, and, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS PORTABLE !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ME: ...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have yet to see a non-portable thumbdrive. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" sorry babe. it'll be morning when you see this so good morning to you (:"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Yes, baby, I love you too :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3069627613567825647?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3069627613567825647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3069627613567825647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/02/36-salute-captain-obvious.html' title='36: salute captain obvious'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6638146749708858124</id><published>2008-01-31T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T21:03:27.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>35: Bye wong wong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;" OH MY HAMATINI!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today I made debo SHRIEK in fear, and now she claims she hates me :D HAHAH I'm sowwy did I scawe youuuu? AHAH :D and we wasted alot of time throwing odd things at each other. Plus teri thinks I'm manly. EWWW haha. cause she hasnt met my man yet :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm. Drama today was kinda boring, but our cheer is too cool!!!&lt;em&gt; (to the tune of pink panther&lt;/em&gt;) "we do, we do, we do we do we do NOTHING AT ALLLLLL, and then we SLEEP :D" mannnnnnHmm. First day without Cheryl Wong laming around behind me. Not that I'm close to her, but hey, still can feel the missing presence. Besides, I've known her since P1, so its gotta count for something right? :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And AND AND Huda did the MOST DUMBASS THING TODAY!!!!!!!! numbering off during drama, one 2 one 2, then huda goes THREE!!!!HHAHAHAH OH MANNNNNnn :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and had a very interesting phone call today. Echo-ey :D and extremely sweet. HAHA youre so sweet I'm getting diabetes, and if I get hospitalised you'll be the best drug I could get. :P and YES I hope this makes you happy, cause SOMEONE said nobody ever blogs about him so here. BLOG BLOG BLOG ABOUT YOU :D HAHAH yes lame, I know. *insert high-pitched squeak here* and yes, I know youe gonna be such a hottie in the future. look at Gerard way. He looks way worse then you do now, and he's like, one of the sexiest men alive now. So I can safely imagine how you'll look in the future babe. And youre all mine :D woooooooooo STRIP SHOWWWWW yeah yeah yeah yeah XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh. One more day and counting down the hours baby :) XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6638146749708858124?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6638146749708858124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6638146749708858124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/01/35-bye-wong-wong.html' title='35: Bye wong wong'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1032933025873078178</id><published>2008-01-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:51:25.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34: love ya tooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;heh. amazing how so many things can change in such a sort time :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm sec 4. The realisation just hit me :P time to NERD BABY!!!! work hard now, party harder later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;drama is soo, soo different now. But I guess we can all learn to adjust, all learn to RESPECT AND GET ALONG yeah its tough, but I shall learn to uhm, like *** again, or at least not gag whenever I try to say her name. operative word being TRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Art, still as cool as ever, the mongyi show continues, and Debo now is twice as cool now, cause of her PIERCINGGGGG yeah!!!!! haha and YES we are SO gonna go moshing together man!!!!!! heh. Seniors came in to talk to us, and the main thing we learnt is " waste space, not time" :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AND AND I used to complain about going for chem tuition on bloody saturday morning so much, but not anymore :D cause I got you DADADA DAAAA (insert rest of McFly song here) haha. Yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SWEETHEART!!!!! I love you sooo :D You're one of those people who make it all ok for me, and I cant wait to see you again :) cause you make my heart beat and burst with love :D heh. And your cheesiness and mushyness and high-pitched squeals never fail to cheer me upp :D I will castrate any guy who hurts you and behead any girl who breaks your heart :) kisskiss hughug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;( fuck fuck?? ) heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(lime green for important notices)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love ya sweetheart&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" good morning beautiful :) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1032933025873078178?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1032933025873078178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1032933025873078178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/01/34-love-ya-tooo.html' title='34: love ya tooo'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5362651391280279778</id><published>2008-01-26T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:50:55.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33: existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hey sugar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Know you dont wanna talk about it now, or maybe ever. But, if you ever do, I'm here ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going anywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may not be able to fix it, or make it better, but at least I'll listen, and you can cry/scream on my shoulder/into my ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I understand if you dont come back. Go, dont turn back. Go, live your life, go and be happy, away from people who make you sad, cause I think you need more than you get. So go, run ab=nd save yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its all cause;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sugarr, I love you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5362651391280279778?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5362651391280279778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5362651391280279778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/01/33-existence.html' title='33: existence'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7344470500913614030</id><published>2008-01-25T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T18:52:59.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 : pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The saddest thing is, I stood up for you and refused to believe what I then percieved as rumours. I stood my ground, against all of them, and I told them I was gonna believe what you told me, cause you were my friend. I put alot on the line cause I BELIEVED you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I TRUSTED YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess it wasnt enough huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I give up. I really do. I'm not superman, I cant do everything. I dont just give up on you, or us, or what I though was a frinedship. This is the last straw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I give up ENTIRELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what else do you want me to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7344470500913614030?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7344470500913614030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7344470500913614030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/01/32-pain.html' title='32 : pain'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8731862576156644872</id><published>2008-01-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:01:13.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31: updates =&gt; producers and paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the few random things that happen :D&lt;br /&gt;This is from the pastt few days so dont murder meeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By request : MONGYI HAS FLYING OVARIES!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRAMA is on again :) Lunch with the sexy people, and almost giving the milo auntie a heart attack with sarah and I's antics :D woooo-hoooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;the postits make me laugh &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;" bond. &lt;s&gt;JAMES&lt;/s&gt; DRAMA BOND "&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;" we're gonna bond like SHYLOCK" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in drama man :) AND AND our introductions :) &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;" HI! i'm melissa!!! and this is just to make your life harder!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays movie was damn cool " If youve got it, FLAUNT it" :D got it stuck in my head. Along with the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay"&lt;/span&gt; and all the damn hot gay guys :D freaked sarah out like mad on the swings. I'm slowly but surely corrupting and converting her ;) &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeahhh give it to me baby give it to me !!!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ARTTTTTT getting harder, but still coolios. DEBORAH AND MONGYI BROKE THE MODELS HIP!!!!!! ahah damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" oh no it broke!!"&lt;br /&gt;" we broke the model!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" ahhhh put it back put it back!!"&lt;br /&gt;" eh wait wait I cant see what I'm doing!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"lift up her skirt lah!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;" ................"&lt;br /&gt;" just do it!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ok ok done can see anot!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ok careful!!!!! yae ok its back now!!"&lt;br /&gt;" stay, stay............"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AHAHAH OMGGGGGGGGGg&lt;/span&gt; damn funny. And we went around the whole school taking wierd photos :D and got the photo taking for our bio project done :D yessssssssssssss. And the mongyi show continues, with the first episodes being &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;" mongyi and the artpiece"&lt;/span&gt; and also &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" Mongyi and her adventures with the camera, guest starring Deborah lim "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, lately got to talk to the bulgy-eyed mr R, whos our art teacher for this year. Better teacher thalast years guy. Damn good artist, plus he doesnt talk like a normal teacher, slighty offtrack, so thats rad I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss sie made us watch a movie called " Return to Paradise"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and it really made me sober up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Its about these 3 friends and woahhhhhhh cause they were taking hash in malaysia, so when 2 of them left to go back to newyork, the 3rd guy got busted, went to jail. Then only 1 of the 2 guys returned to save the guy, cause if they return, they each get 3 years jail, but if they dont, the 3rd guy (Lou) dies. So only 1 guy, sheriff, returns. Damn sad, cause just as the judge was about to just send both of them to jail, the american press turns up and theyve written an article crtising the malaysian penitiary system, saying theyre too strict and all. So the judge gets pissed off, and sends sheriff to jail, while sending Lou to be hanged at dawn anyway,a nd the hanging scene is just heartwrenching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It goes like, Sheriff is awakened by muffled screams, which gradually increase in volume. He walks to the front of his cell, and curls his fingers round the bars,peering out as far as he can. You can see that what he witnesses makes his blood run cold; his friend lou, being bodily dragged by four burly guards down the corridor, kicking and screaming " I'm not ready to die yet!!!!! I dont wanna die!!!!! " over and over again, tears running down his face, his scrawny body twisting and writhing and trying to find a way to escape. Then he's dragged out into the yard, ou tof sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sheriff runs to the little window in his cells, which overlooks the courtyard, and in a bit he spots lou being dragged up to the hanging platform, and starts to frantically shout down to lou, till Lou looks up and sees him, his face looking all whit and pinched, and scared, not like a coward, but like a little child, alone and lost. Then what sheriff shouts down to Lou just about breaks my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;" Lou!! I see you!!!! youre not alone!!! LOU, I SEE YOU, YOURE NOT ALONE!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and he just tells him that, over and over again, and Lou stops struggling, even as they bind his hands and loop the rope around his neck. He just keeps looking at sheriff, and sheriff never takes his eyes off him, and they just look at each other one last time, then the executioner pulls the rope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;and its all over.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get you thinking, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can be too young to live, but youre NEVER too young to die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8731862576156644872?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8731862576156644872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8731862576156644872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/01/31-updates-producers-and-paradise.html' title='31: updates =&gt; producers and paradise'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2667685746363318619</id><published>2008-01-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:23:59.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 : updates peeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YO YO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bounce up and down :D haha&lt;br /&gt;ok , sorry to the few people who read this!!!!!! I really dont have time to blog, I'm damn busy. Get home around 6/7 everyday. NO KIDDING. plus homework and projects and all that shitzz. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Good thing I'm a vampire, cause they cant die twice :P heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OK OK daym quick updatessss&lt;br /&gt;Class is still 4 GEE WHYY yeah baby. Cheryl wong is leaving for bloody china at end of febuary, and I can tell her presence and lamesness will be much missed in GY. Turned out Seren's letter to the school worked, and much to her delight, Mr J is our bio teacher again, and he delighted in telling us recently that the white stuff flying around in the morning is the plant equivalent of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;FLYING SPERM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Instant pandamoneum in gy :P HAH I mean, what else do you expect??? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JYM got remixed, got new cells, all named after TREES. I'm in juniper, and I dont really know anybody in it so I hope to change that I suppose? :D yeap. Gotta learn to open up to new people and changes. Clara looks older this year somehow :D heh. FINALLYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at the busstop, me and sher were treated/traumatised to the sight of 2 very moronic guys trying to climb over the road divider. Not the &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;low,silver metal kind&lt;/span&gt;, the&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREEN, HIGH,SPIKY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kind. How moronic can you get? haha. The guy literally SPEARED his ASS and BALLS simultaneously luh then when he got off, he was like staggering around clutching himself in pain while his friend just laughed at him XD WTHHHHHHH hahahahahah omgggggg and we just couldnt stop laughing at them. :D sorry boys, but who asked you to??? Gonna miss our little *ahem ahem hushhush winkwink* rendezvous at the busstop every week my dear ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Missing smexy and saf considerably,and tanya ( duhhhhhhhhhh) and soon sher's gonna join the Miss List :D heh.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; need a hit list, I have a miss list of people I miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Cant wait till O's are over, and hopefully you guys will get back to this mushroom in the months of late november and december so we can go out and go mad :D got a damn long list of things I wanna do. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LUCKY TROLL HAIRRRR and UV's&lt;/span&gt; with deborah :D Plus go back to loop. DAYMM I MISS YOU GUSSSSSS geordie-lenny-chingy-carrie-carey-cherylyn-casey-jakie-lancee-tantan-celeste-donny-benny-barry-lacey-chickie-kevin-ken-ross-andthekidwiththeunpronounceablename AND ALL YOU OTHER GUYS I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU and yes, I'll be back ok save my slot for me eeee :D kisskisshughuglovelovesmoochsmooch ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;ok, time to go, bye chickies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2667685746363318619?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2667685746363318619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2667685746363318619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2008/01/30-updates-peeps.html' title='30 : updates peeps'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7294927561759562165</id><published>2007-12-31T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:46:37.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 : HNY retards!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Its approaching the end of 2007, and by the time I finish typing this it'll be 2008 already I suppose. most people do a little tribute to people that made a difference in the past year, so in the interest of going with the flow, here it is :D &lt;em&gt;(no particular order, so dont nag meeeee)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOPerssss :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;iVan /Stupid/ aka Ivan : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey dumbass :D Just got to know you so much better this year. Heres to many more years of getting to know you more and retarding in the middle of the road together while everyone else thinks we're insane!!!!! who could forget our backseat driving jokes, the BFR and how we like to &lt;em&gt;ride around and make peace with an empty town&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;sMexY / shortass / pansy boy aka Seth : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;Hey my favourite gayboyyy :D love and miss you soo much!!!!! And I cant stop smiling whenever I hear about your latest antics and acts of spasticness from *ahemmm* hahahaha. And YES I actually do roll my eyes and say " thats SUCH a seth thing to do " you moron. OUR SONG OUR SONG ohmannn I still remember our whole routine YOU POLAROID PICTUREEE I'll never forget it love, and thats a promise. HNY to you too love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;saFFie / saF/ aka Saffy : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hey girlfriend :D What can I say? we survived, its another year, another twelve months to get through before we get to roughly this point again :) your favourite spinning top theory my dear. I'm starting to understand it after 3 months of your intensive coaching :D ahah omggggg . Miss those house parties with the girls and the LIGHTSTICKSSSSSSSS girl. Plus all our come-on lines :) november november babeyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;T/ T***y Tweety aka Tanya :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hey babe I havnt talked to you in weeksssssssss. I sooooooo gonna kidnap Brenda and Branddd one of these days they are so ADORABLE I WANT THEMMMMMMMm haha dont get into too much trouble or *ahem* BAD situations now my dear. Remember our wierd resolutions okk babe we cant break them this year! WOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lancey-babyyyy / ILama aka lance : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just got intro-edd to you a few months ago man. But love the way we get along like a house on fire (we dont need no water let the mother BURNNNNN ) ahahaha OMGGGG I love your retarded lamaaaaaa thingamajig. SAN-ANTONIOS WOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the GIRLS and the BOYSS who know who they aree : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love you babe-ettes OHMAN house house HOUSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE next year I'll be studying, but dont worry, I'll still come and annoy you guys from time to time :0 you wont get rid of me!!!!!! AHAHAH OMGGG LOVESSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;SCHOOOLLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Monkeyy/mongsterrr/ mongmong aka Mongyi : hey MACHOMACHO mongyi with the potatoe-musclessss :D hahah your-non-hugginesssssss and retarded happy-hamster-face and flying-ovary moments shall not cease!!!!! heh. say AYE to the mongyi show!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bok akak Jobokkk : EHHHHHHHHH haha we must keep getting high on kiddy songs and embarrassing the hell out of mong :D hahaha and all our very lame jokes about fat mommas and everything else on the planettt :D WOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Tiffy/ tiffy K /tiff K akak tiff : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;TIFF-ANYYYYYYYYYYY dont need to obsess about losing weight so muchhhhhhh youre so cute and pretty already ok!!!!!!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gunawan/ iguana aka tiff G :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EHHHHHH my business partner and co-director of the mongyi showwwww :D haha you probably wont read this, but YEHHH we must continue production of the show next year man :D sec 1gr 05 WOOOOOOOo ahah Happy new year!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Debo aka deborah : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;one word, two letters : UV!!!!!!!!! soon soon babehhhhhhhhhhhhh VERY SOONNNNN and the dissapearing oness :D heh. and your cool yet scary sounding hip piercinggggg . I"M YOUR NUMBER ONE FANN OKKKKKKKKKK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Doul aka Rachel : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEY RACHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH haha yes we shall continue singing next year!!!!!!! and HAHAH OMGGG " note thats its puck balls and not pucks balls :D"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Ana : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;EEHHHHHHHHH HAHAH maht grinder meets the ahpek anteater :D cheerios Bimbooo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Serene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AHAH I remember we were damn close in Pri 6!!!!!! haha. 3D 3D all the way!!!!!!! :D and of course, DRAMAFESTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Potatoe/ wifey/ chinny aka Sarah :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hey wifeyyy, we got one whole year together already :) lets make it to 2 years babe, and make shameera and huda jealous like maddd :D since huda has lost her loverrr and sham is in love with a fictional charcter :D haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yoda/yods aka Huda :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hey yodaaaaaaa HAHA our flashing monkeyyyyyyy :D you queen-victoria-bimbooooo HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!! *may------BE!* hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Shamimi/sham/ shamtheMAN aka shameera :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;YO YOO shammmmmmmmm :d next concert I'[m booking you so we can go crowd-surf togetherrr :D AND YES enough about the perfect couple thinggg :P we dont want potataoe finding out do we :D heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JOYtheBOY / JOYJOYYYY aka Joy :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HEy there my dear HRA Presidenttttttt :D 3 posts in a rowww ;P I shall try to best that recordperhaps? haha. Good luck with your ToyBoy and angmoh guysssssssss :D OH OH FREE HUGSS!!!!!!! yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;and yes, muchlove to my other seniors and juniors :D heh. MICHELLE THE PRUNE COME BACK SOON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JYM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Si En : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hey my twinnie, dont worry too much about sec3, its more fun then I thought it woul d be as well :D And dont let what other people or what your parents do or say sometimes , at the end of the day, it all kinda works out :D and our secrettt shhhhhhhhh dont telll :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Clara :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;:D my dear fengpozhi, dont know what I'd do without you to entertain me every week and whenever we're bored heh. Hwachongerrrrrrrrr Good luck for next year :D LOVEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Rachel/sarah :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey you retard, we have to wash cars more often togetherrrrrrr :D and go to BK with elsa!!!!!!! wooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Elsa: HEY HEY you cant join the tall club yet :D soon maybe !!!!!! HAHHHAHHAH okok merry CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lester :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;damn you lumpy, the guy who loves 3P :d hahah MCUBE lah MCUBE :D ok ok jking. Happy new year MO!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Yiann : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ehhhhhhhhh :D my dear Juniorrr sec3 is fun, and so is OBS!!!!!!! and I'm not lyingggg ok :D good luckkkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sherrrrr :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey, best for last right :) heh. Got alot to put here actually, but no babe, not HERE [where alot of people will read it ] so yeahhhhhh My mistress, I shall miss you so much while youre away!!!!!!! and I'll love you so much when you come back :D :D yeahhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess thats about it. I'm half stoned, so apologies if I missed out anybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess this year was bittersweet. Full of sadness tinged with new beginnings, Joy lined with anger, all those out-on-my-head moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One year older, one year wiser?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;may------BE ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7294927561759562165?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7294927561759562165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7294927561759562165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/12/29-hny-retards.html' title='29 : HNY retards!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8958708968734937600</id><published>2007-12-25T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:51:31.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28: and a happy new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Did you know that suicide rates tend to skyrocket during christmas? woohooo. And I doubt it has anything to do with fat people deciding to play santa and falling off the roof cause they got stuck in the chimney.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Yes, I'm one of those &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grinches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that only likes like certain parts of this over-commercialised season, but on the whole, I kinda hate it. IM SORRY, but I do. Oh well. ANYWAYYYYY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;mothafuckas&lt;/s&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and a have a Horney New Year ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;F**klalalala, lalalala and all that shitzz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8958708968734937600?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8958708968734937600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8958708968734937600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/12/28-and-happy-new-year.html' title='28: and a happy new year'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5548248945171904621</id><published>2007-12-23T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T09:39:23.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbuh 27: the nightmare before christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;quick quick updatesss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SERENEEEEEEEEEEEEE haha now I can sing you happy birthday in 5 languages :D come onlineeee haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes people its true. I thought christmas was on monday but NOOOOO its on tuesday so yae? ahah I donnno. Dou couldnt stop laughing at meeee :P heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Moley has been annoying me with pointless sms for the past donno how many days. LUMPY haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reggie had better return my belt. Or I shall call him cute endlessly :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Carmennnnn :D doesnt everybodyyy :) EGOEGOEGO-------&gt; ME!!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SETHHHH I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu. :) early xmas prezzie. I HAVE YOURS!!!! MUCHLOVE MUCHLOVE XOXOXOXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just realised the penguins in happy feet are actually quite good at dancing. HAHA. And the amigos are too cute. Which explains seth's christmas present. PENGUINO MAS COOL :D omfg how adorable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*squee!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok thats all for now I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SQUEE*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5548248945171904621?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5548248945171904621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5548248945171904621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/12/numbuh-27-nightmare-before-christmas.html' title='Numbuh 27: the nightmare before christmas'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-2759864445284093016</id><published>2007-12-18T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T14:58:34.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26: the stuff you've all been waiting forrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;BOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okok I'm damn tired, and later have to go out and get materials for lit project. :( ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CAMP : was awesome. Was in a group called ROMANS and yeah its was coolios. Cosisted of claudia adeline huixin junting clement kenneth yiann reggie and some new guy whose name I cant remember (sorry!) yeah. First day during the sentosa race was mad, cause it was muddy and gross and huixin couldnt keep the pace at all. Junting was really funny lah!!! carrying such a tiny bag and hes so huge :P haha and his random " c'mon romans!! lets go!!" heh. Thanks TINGTINGGGG :D Then we thought when we called in to say we had completed the task they would stop timing, so when we got back we decided to do a super-slow "roman walk" for the heck of it. Then we suddenly heard shouting, smth like "kaimin!! kaimin!!" so we thought kaimin was behind us. But noooooooooooooo as we got closer, turned out to be " timing!!! timing!!!" so we had a VERY mad dash to the finish line. Super unglam.  Tried to sleep earlier, but near impossible as *ahem* somebody was snoring fit to burst. And I had a splitiing headache. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Woohooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;second day woke up just in time for 5bmx. Was higly amused by our instructors VERYY shortttt fbts.  Sarah/rachel was obsessed with the fact that we may do the infamous dance from destination where. HAHA.  didnt though. ohwell. Sher turned up just as we were about to leave for changi, so really damn good timing there  :D.  Ran around changi looking like fools doing wierd things. There was this guy in an airplane costume and we kept bumping into him :D how amusing.  Then some people in our group had to do catwalk cause we bumped into the bogeymann. HAHA everyone stared at themmm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The most memorable was when we tried to get the harry's bar napkins. Whole bunch of us waiting for the one employee and carrying wierd signs like " harrys bar we love you!" and whatever other thingss. Then all the cheering when he came out was so maddd :D haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That night was a bit scary. We played underground church and I got buste by Ryan. But he had no idea how to question me!!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" do you know what the penalty for being a christian is??!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" no sir!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" oh............... *stones* ............ Its DEATH I tell you!! death!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahah omg I almost started laughing man. Unfortunately I twisted my leg a little jumping down from the roof, so now I have a huge-ass bruise on my thigh. Blurb.  Tried to sleep at 2, but ended up talking to sugar and laughing at the snorer. heh. And my freaky teddy!!! haha hes so cute ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up several times cause it was so damn cold. Put on several more layers of clothes and went back to sleep. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I couldnt use my life size teddy bear as we've caused more than enough scandals already )&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;yeap. woke up a little late, but made it in time for 5bmx. lets &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;all jump together!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wtf?? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;last day was funnnnn we had some freaky war game and we didnt play in the end cause it rained like crap. And a *certain* someone decided it would be funny to soak me to my skin when I asked for a drink. :P I shall get my revenge someday!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Altar call was madness. And very very personal. Very. So its shall go on another blog :D sorry peeps but thats the way it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;played cards and told racist joke still damn late. 5am plus. And sher took me to fosters and we learnt a new song there :D she has an interesting familyyy :D haha.  slept almost immediately once I hit the sack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next day was the last, so found out my angel was benjamin (duh) and told my mortal found out who I was. haha. After it was so obvious lah. Yiann wasawarded little miss sunshine :D anddddd clement got little mr somethingg :D his not to us was so sweet :D awwwwww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;end of camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will update about the dinner thingy and the nights with 2 certain people once someone starts sending me photos :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;toodles!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-2759864445284093016?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2759864445284093016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/2759864445284093016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/12/26-stuff-youve-all-been-waiting-forrr.html' title='26: the stuff you&apos;ve all been waiting forrr'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4894743983761240894</id><published>2007-12-11T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:29:32.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25: shopping paradise my foot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok I'm in the midst of packing like mad for tomorrows camp and unpacking all my hk stuff, so just a quick rundown of the trip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;FOOD&amp;amp;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hongkong is not a shopping paradise, unless you like really really expensive branded stuff or you like those trashy/kiddy shirts with wierd slogans that dont make much sense or with lots of cartoon characters coloured wrongly on them. HOWEVER still managed to unearth a few good things I will wear soon enough. And the shops there close damn early, and open really late, so dont bother getting up early unless youre going to eat. The time you can shop goes from around eleven to 8:30 pm, so good luck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Food there was excellent, even the fast food somehow tasted better.Went to dan Ryans one night, and the steak was outstanding. Samantha was hankering for their potatoe skins, which came slathered with decent amounts of sour cream and melted cheese. Really good. And one night when our family split up for dinner, one half going elsewhere, and the other going shopping, the bill for 5 people eating at a noodle place cam up to HK$190, which is about S$30. Really decent. And YES the roast duck/goose/whatever poultry there is damn good. Just dont order suckling pig, its like trying to eat crispy FAT :P Bleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;RELATIVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was really really good to see my 3 cousins again. Sean (11) is taller and fatter, but not even up to my chin. He was rather well behaved this time around, and was actually rather endearing in certain aspects, such as asking if I would go everywhere with him (awwwwwww). Sam is, surprisingly, shorter than me. By alot. Like, below my chin short. So you can imagine it was rather a shock for me to see her, as my last memories of her involve me being only as tall as her shoulder. But then again, that was 7 years ago. And we got alot like a house on fire this time, versus when we were kids we were constantly bickering. Aaron is not much taller, and he got a crew cut (OMG) which doesnt realy suit him I guess. Hope it grows out soon. His hard abs have also kind of melted away, cause he injured his ankle a few months back and so, no exercise. Poor guy :P. But we got along real good this time, so YEAH I love my coussies. SO different from when we were kids and used to hate each other. But then, we grew out of it I suppose. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess we all grew up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOTEL&amp;amp;THE OUTSIDE WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hotel was ok, not big not small, beds were comfy, but the room somehow always seemed to remain super cold no matter how I tweaked the thermostat. And the city is damn polluted. Foggy everyday, and the buildings are black with soot. EW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;COMMUNITY&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The people there are loud, and rather rude. Here, if you bump into the wrong person you could start a fight, but there, its the normal way of life. Ohwell. And its seriuolsy overpopulated. On the best of days, its like taka during the GSS.Its always peak hour in HK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLAHBLAH&amp;amp;BLAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All in all, the trip was good. Despite the late nights, I feel strangley refreshed, and ready to face church camp. The only things I need to worry about now are whether I'm gonna get there on time, If people are gonna get injured during the games again, and whether our dear friend sher is going or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4894743983761240894?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4894743983761240894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4894743983761240894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/12/25-shopping-paradise-my-foot.html' title='25: shopping paradise my foot'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8569198171707406207</id><published>2007-12-04T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T18:46:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24: der letze tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok, last day togetherrr with saf, so we hung around doing lame quizzes :) and eating, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;MSN-ed random people, and she had this damn long convo with sher. I bet theyre gonna pull some wacked prank on me. :P bleh to you too madam. HONGKONG at bloody 4am tomorrow. Byebye to the mushroom (spore) :D haha. b eback ONE day before camp. :) all who said they are going so far had BETTER attend, cause we worked really hard for this camp and all. Really. And besides, I shall show up at your front door revving a chainsaw so all those who never sign up WATCH OUT :D haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHAMIMI I'm waiting for your genius post, seth I'm waiting for your christmas presenttttt :D haha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;UPS the united pot smugglers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:) and saffy is waiting for me to post a new song so here it isssssssss :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Not very polished yet, give me some time to work it over and We're good to go, but for now, heres the base of what is yet to come :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Th explanation I'll save for another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;C'mon, I gotta get out&lt;br /&gt;of this mess I created&lt;br /&gt;for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Keep your hopes up so you dont hit the pavement&lt;br /&gt;I got no other choice (I got no other choice)&lt;br /&gt;So listen up for the last time you hear this voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Look up and tell me what do you see&lt;br /&gt;thunderbolts are falling down on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;send your regrets and give out the pearls&lt;br /&gt;and give up a hand for those strangled angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could find my way in the dark&lt;br /&gt;we've gone down this road so many times&lt;br /&gt;Its like committing a murder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;where the only witness is deaf dumb and blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see the future what do you see&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolts are falling down on me&lt;br /&gt;send your regrets and give out the pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;and give up a hand for all those strangled angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8569198171707406207?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8569198171707406207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8569198171707406207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/12/24-der-letze-tag.html' title='24: der letze tag'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6991032315103980427</id><published>2007-12-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:16:38.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23: sianness of doraemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;:) this is my contented face.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt go out with Moley/kara they all. WILL FEEL WIERDDD. yeah went for camp meeting. HAHA the pics from last year were super funny. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then Lai junxu timing super nice, walk in and do his signature "pull up pants" action after the picture of him pulling up his pants came out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :D HAHA. Got my old specs back, so no more headache. AHHHHHH my life is so boring/sad/sian now, but cannot complain. Must keep my promise to _ :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;Seth and Sher MIA again. Busy lah I guess. Saf is leaving 1 day after me, on the 6th. Difference is, I'm back after 5 days, she'll be back after 5 years. MUCH MISSED.&lt;br /&gt;I am sian. Cannot wait to see my cousins again in HK. Miss aaron man. The other 2 haha but I miss aaron lah. Closest to me out of the 4 cousins I have. Bleh. My travel bug is itching already, can barely sit still liao, but must finish some homework before I leave. If not, cannot play with peace of mind. OH YEAH the other day super lame, went to watch some doraemon movie with................... Allen and gekwoo. you know why you never heard their names here before?????? Its cause theyre my mom's colleague, from NUS :D yeah. But they are damn lame, so we get along well. HAHA I watched doraemon with 2 university lecturers.............. BEAT THAT :D haha. Cabbed there with Allen, and we were telling lame jokes and laughing like crap the whole way OMG DANM LAME then the taxi uncle was staring at us mannnnn haha. Then went to carls, and we were all " kiss the burger kiss it" HAHAHAHA super lame. So kids, dont be afraid of your teachers, they probably make out with french fries in their spare time :P haha&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE TIME ok the movie was typical doraemon lah, and his " guan ai de yan shen" (loving and caring gaze) was super funny!!! OMG haha.&lt;br /&gt;So cabbed back to campus, and Gekwoo fell asleep WTH so me and Allen kept kidding around about the guan ai de yan shen thingg and the "underground sounds" CD HAHA his reaction is so funny!!!!!!!!! along with his honky accent HAHA damn cuteeee HEH. For a 30 year old guy, he really is very cute.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA yeah thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sian now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HURRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh can people please call me, I feel highly sian/lethargic/restless now. Call CAll CAll and distract me. You want to propose to me also can, want to gossip also can, whatever lah. I AM SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;haha this is so lame :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6991032315103980427?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6991032315103980427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6991032315103980427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/12/23-sianness-of-doraemon.html' title='23: sianness of doraemon'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8926805913353908328</id><published>2007-11-30T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T12:21:18.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22: make peace with an empty town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; we were never meant to be &lt;em&gt;lovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night was so cool man. :)&lt;br /&gt;Went out to botanics damn late, just wandered around with saf, looked at plants and the candles and sat in the pavilion to just do nothing with each other. Then our aimless conversation about everything and about nothing, with chocolate and each other. And TSK TSk our rendezvous in our favourite park :) and the whole "doe sthis constitute a booty call?" thinggg :) yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It technically isnt one, but what the heck. Whatever floats your sampan man.&lt;br /&gt;and as promised:&lt;br /&gt;HEY EVERYBODY look at this girl!!!! shes my best friend and she used to be my girlfriend but not anymore!!! if you dont like the way we roll DEAL WITH IT cause we did :D and she totally rocks, so its SO your loss if you dont like herrrr. :D Cause you need friends like her to LIVE and if you dont, your life will turn into a crime without a witness ; it wouldnt have mattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;loves babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;what little we know bout love , stole from rock n roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8926805913353908328?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8926805913353908328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8926805913353908328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/22-make-peace-with-empty-town.html' title='22: make peace with an empty town'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3942982187745325653</id><published>2007-11-26T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:49:04.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21: culling the herd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Lalala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;got my results backk :D I made the cut!!!!!!!! woooooo!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I was damn scared in the morning, going there. I mean, if I failed , I think I would have walked to the bridege and thrown myself over. seriously. Nothing else to lose. OK I am so lying here I have alot to lose if I die. I would have gone into severe depression.&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUT I PASSED and man I'm going to study hard next year. This is the way my school culls the herd, and I was this ==&gt; &lt;== close to the blade, no next year, I think I'll buck up . I will study consistently next year and become a nerd with a pocket protecter and suspenders and whatever. Just get my good L1R5 so I can go to whichever school I like and do any subject I like. So I get the future I want.&lt;br /&gt;:D watch for this name, its gonna be everywhere baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so much more than you think I am. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3942982187745325653?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3942982187745325653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3942982187745325653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/21-culling-herd.html' title='21: culling the herd'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7270328967583021830</id><published>2007-11-24T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:18:10.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20: trivia thats not so trivial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You know, the can opener was invented was invented only about a hundred years after the can. So in order to get their cans open, people would either use a nail and hammer, or a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shotgun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And in england, cigarettes are referred to as fags, cause during the war, the cigarettes came in packages that had " For A Good Smoke" printed on the front, so, it got shortened to FAGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sherlock holmes &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;uttered the words " elementary, my dear watson" in all his books. The phrase was added only later on in any other productions on and off screens as producers decided that he needed a sort of catchphrase to boost his image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The phrase " peace out" was coined during the hippy era, where people would say whatever mattered the most to them, followed by the word "out", to signify that they were now leaving. As peace was considered to be a major thing at that time, "peace out" became the most common saying, and it scaught on to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you know what? I'm going to go against that tradition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm saying " &lt;strong&gt;YOU out&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and you should know who you are&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7270328967583021830?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7270328967583021830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7270328967583021830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/20-trivia-thats-not-so-trivial.html' title='20: trivia thats not so trivial'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3308522754329604596</id><published>2007-11-23T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:49:53.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>I got the post about yesterday done........................ :D&lt;br /&gt;BUTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;I'm not putting it up till sham does hers :D HAHA ok&lt;br /&gt;( ans yes, I'm on Msn now  so stop bugging me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3308522754329604596?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3308522754329604596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3308522754329604596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-468169787526108409</id><published>2007-11-21T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:03:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18: towning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Out towning sooooooooooooooon :)&lt;br /&gt;Time to forget troubles and be safe in the knowlege that our frienship spanning the pacific and indian and donno what ocean will always exist!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one I got (ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I never seem to get a lot &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to me she really means alot(ba ba da da, ba ba da da)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-468169787526108409?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/468169787526108409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/468169787526108409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/18-towning.html' title='18: towning'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-3127173094778855291</id><published>2007-11-20T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:17:00.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17: byebye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bye Smexy ); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you will be very very much missed here!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;My favourite gayboy it just wont be the same without you honeyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mucho love to you my stupid smexy sicko shortass puffy bunny gayboy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XOXO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I'm not really very sad cause I know I'm not actually losing a friend ,but somehow a certain melancholy hangs in the air in acknowledgement of your abscence, and the fact that you'll never be able to come back here again)&lt;br /&gt;I need to be distracted till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody? anybody? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-3127173094778855291?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3127173094778855291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/3127173094778855291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/17-byebye.html' title='17: byebye'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8509965746248877469</id><published>2007-11-20T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T09:56:05.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Res are tomorrow. I feel oddly at peace :) maybe its the weather. Halfway between calm and storm. Always makes me feel somwhat melancholy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:) games for camp are gonna be so rad man. Everybody please go ok? Might be huimei's last camp already. :D dont ask why, just know that it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Studied damndamn hard today. Praying like siao I will pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8509965746248877469?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8509965746248877469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8509965746248877469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6996681153978555856</id><published>2007-11-20T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:28:52.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16: and all the girls come out to play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alrighty then. Time to move along from that previuos post. What does not kill me makes me stronger and all that shitzzzz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RETEST WAS TODAY!!!!!!!!!! omg  iam damn happy I could do ALL the questions ok!!!! And we all know what end of retests mean :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GOING OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!! like finally. I've been stuck at home for around 3 weeks, and the only time I'v egone out is either to go for tuition/remedial, or to go running, to relieve stress.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MANNNNN I AM SO DAYMDAYM HAPPY !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today (tuesday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Tangling village Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's with Smexy ,Saffy, T, Lance, Carmen, Stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- Crapping at the skatepark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-Dinner at Dome with s&amp;amp;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- farewell to smexy and T at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- Breakfast with saffykins at macs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- go gallavanting till lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- meeting Stupid and his friend at pepper lunch(?) or wherever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- home to sleep and slack around watching reruns with saf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;- nightnightnight!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- tuition in the morning (bleh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- rush to meet sham and yods (and pat?) at Bk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-BIG BIG SURPRISE!!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- crapping around and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-home at 5 or six to sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Nassim road loop  RAVEEEEEE at night :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- NUS , my presence has been requested :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no idea why, But I'm going to go and freak all the undergrads out :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and thats my week. Sorta. Hoping to get a good excuse to pong on sunday. Dont feel up to it somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;allalalalalaalonglong XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6996681153978555856?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6996681153978555856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6996681153978555856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/16-and-all-girls-come-out-to-play.html' title='16: and all the girls come out to play'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-4556042292206732782</id><published>2007-11-16T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:55:43.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14: the news just came in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found out something I shouldnt have known, and boy do I regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the truth hurts, but I never expected it to be this bad. A twinge maybe, a tightening of the heartstrings, but not a complete shredding of my metaphorical insides. Ouch. Guess this just goes to show how naive and sheltered I am, and this is the push I need to get out into the world and endure some hardship to thicken my skin.&lt;br /&gt;But it really kinda sucks, to find out that I wasnt planned, and the only reason my mum wanted to keep me was to "do her duty" . Thats nice. Shes good to me and all that, but theres no actual emotion. Its all just a fucking sense of duty. I can finally understand why my dad left and didnt come back. I really can.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that hurts the most? He's been looking for me, and my mum made us move so many times to avoid him. He actually cares about me, and all this time she just let me believe he couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mother takes care of me cause its her duty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father, who I have never met, actually&lt;strong&gt; loves me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-4556042292206732782?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4556042292206732782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/4556042292206732782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/14.html' title='14: the news just came in'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-6612883085546346638</id><published>2007-11-14T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T13:13:32.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13: postsecret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the record , can we have this off the books?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;another promise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;that &lt;s&gt;doesnt exist&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We all have secrets, and we would all like to be able to share them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus, post secret was founded. Its this site where anyone can send in a postcard with their secret on it anonymously, and every week the sites moderator, Frank, will choose some to put up. The site has no archive, so the secrets can only be viewed for a week, and often people write in to comment or give support to the secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant help but be touched by the fact that some of the secrets there are ones I share also, and by the fact that complete strangers will actually type in messages of support and understanding to people they have never met. It just brings home the theory of six degrees of seperation, that we are seperated from the next person by no more than six people, as in, if you picka random person off the street, and your friends' friend know them, then thats two degrees of seperation. So everybody is seperated by no more than six degrees, and this effectively means we are connected to every single person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;It just helps to know you will never be left with no family, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I've bought a bunch of postcards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its time to get everything out on the table, out in the open.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you dont have to put up with society's dirty looks ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-6612883085546346638?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6612883085546346638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/6612883085546346638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/13-postsecret.html' title='13: postsecret'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5323344183009338077</id><published>2007-11-12T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T17:35:06.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 : working at the carwash</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzgXVk2Ee_I/AAAAAAAAADs/nH6Zy9V0U9A/s1600-h/still+so+young.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131877434823834610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzgXVk2Ee_I/AAAAAAAAADs/nH6Zy9V0U9A/s320/still+so+young.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yesterday's charity carwash was INSANE man :D haha we washed enough cars to raise $2956, so ............ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yup. Was teamed with JP, but skipped off to sarah/rachel 's group, cause they need one tall person to wash the roof. Namely, ME :D heh. Then me and sarah/rachel went mad pouring water down the roof of this car that was parked on a slope and watching it run down the windshield. And the Vicar's car was so dirty I could write "wash me" with my finger ok. Which of course I did :) went to esso and slacked off telling lameass jokes man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MADNESS :D Kena dragged for E3 and felt damn bloody wierd the entire time.I'musedtomethodistservicesdammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then went BKing. OMG it was insane. We just couldnt stop laughing and we had all these things about where to spit food when you're laughing and how it may ricochet if you face a wall. It was kinda gross, but really funny. AND AND the BK ad we came up with that involved FLYING BOOBS ohman it was super retarded!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jym was ok luh. STACY haha shes still not the girl for me!! and yes I drive her nuts like that :D Counted money with clara and tisha again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me and Elsa And Sarah/rachel have formed the jump club!!! We're gonna jump to all the fast songs from now on!!! haha. yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ANDDDDD I got my new OBS partnerrr---------- Moley :) heh. Going for the 9 or 21 day course after O's so I can cream him in kayaking :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;RE's are next tuesday. Time to get back to mugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ and she's asking you to give her a reason to believe]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5323344183009338077?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5323344183009338077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5323344183009338077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/12-working-at-carwash.html' title='12 : working at the carwash'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzgXVk2Ee_I/AAAAAAAAADs/nH6Zy9V0U9A/s72-c/still+so+young.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1126502002026484653</id><published>2007-11-10T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:24:23.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11: quotable quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0066;"&gt;So, &lt;s&gt;who&lt;/s&gt; what are you doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When us girls get together..................... you get all these quotable quotes :D&lt;br /&gt;mucho love to Tanya (shes BAAACK) , saffykins, carmen and Jas :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas : "The rides cool enough, now&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; pimp my guy&lt;/span&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(talking about what some ugly guys gf mustve said about him)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random guy : Drop it like its hot, drop it like its hot"&lt;br /&gt;carmen :" &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but its so not, but its so NOT!!! &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( hahahahaha!! in response to some cocky white dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Me: "you are SO the coolest loser I've ever met"&lt;br /&gt;saffy : " awwwwwww eh wait wait WHAT did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carmen : "&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Dont let the haters bring you down&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Tanya " &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yeah, just let them alone to sink and drown&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;*stares*&lt;br /&gt;" what? I thought it'd be cool to rhyme"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA omg you wierdo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guess I could sleep my way to the top"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O_0 hahaha then there was this awkward silence..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :"I make BIG boys cry"&lt;br /&gt;( I said this before I realised what I could be implying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rollin' it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tanya: " &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;huh?? rolling what?? like&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;down a hill?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"DAYM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.................. hot boy flesh at 2 o'clock"&lt;br /&gt;( Me. I"M SORRY I couldnt resist ok!!! I mean, did you see T's face?? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " So, who you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Slip of the tongue!!! I swear!!!!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1126502002026484653?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1126502002026484653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1126502002026484653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/11-quotable-quotes.html' title='11: quotable quotes'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-8572602277804224183</id><published>2007-11-09T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:21:58.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10: learn to be quiet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;for the first time in a long long time, I find myself alone.&lt;br /&gt;nobody msging me madly, nobody phoning and leaving 30missed calles again, nobody is picking up their phone either, and they're all either busy or tired. I'm so used to talkingtalkingtalking nonstop, or having someone talking to me till my ear smokes. I'm never alone. I'm always constantly with somebody, anybody. Even if I dont really like that person, I could just yammer away if only you'll get me started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I feel tired too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just enjoy the queisence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-8572602277804224183?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8572602277804224183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/8572602277804224183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/10-learn-to-be-quiet.html' title='10: learn to be quiet'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-7906595926292874710</id><published>2007-11-08T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:41:07.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 pictures</title><content type='html'>As I promised ages ago, Pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightime at botanics :D can you see saffy's target? haha yeah she is your stalker yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLId02Ee4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ipd8dgpJDWc/s1600-h/nightwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130383340255607682" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="147" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLId02Ee4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ipd8dgpJDWc/s320/nightwalk.jpg" width="98" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this I was like O_0 wtf ???&lt;br /&gt;I mean, c'mon man...........cant you just put"work in progress" or smth??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLKCk2Ee-I/AAAAAAAAADk/LcVQ2cKpbVw/s1600-h/construction+site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130385071127428066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLKCk2Ee-I/AAAAAAAAADk/LcVQ2cKpbVw/s320/construction+site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I didnt take this one, but its too cool for words.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody buy it for me? pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLJJE2Ee7I/AAAAAAAAADM/YgPskIzm9Hk/s1600-h/crossmyheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130384083284949938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLJJE2Ee7I/AAAAAAAAADM/YgPskIzm9Hk/s320/crossmyheart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLId02Ee4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ipd8dgpJDWc/s1600-h/nightwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. On second thoughts, I'd rather have him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLJoE2Ee8I/AAAAAAAAADU/cdsJ9y8D9LI/s1600-h/petewentzeyeliner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130384615860894658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLJoE2Ee8I/AAAAAAAAADU/cdsJ9y8D9LI/s320/petewentzeyeliner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how many guys look THIS good WHILE putting on makeup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I swear I didnt photoshop this one. I looked outta my window and POOF heart in the sky :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLItE2Ee6I/AAAAAAAAADE/erTU_bba5LE/s1600-h/Copy+of+skylove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130383602248612770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLItE2Ee6I/AAAAAAAAADE/erTU_bba5LE/s320/Copy+of+skylove2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody up there loves you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my somewhat-sain-and-annoyed face :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLImU2Ee5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/JbHOXjfq2j4/s1600-h/Copy+of+my+thinking+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130383486284495762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLImU2Ee5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/JbHOXjfq2j4/s320/Copy+of+my+thinking+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-7906595926292874710?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7906595926292874710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/7906595926292874710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/9-pictures.html' title='9 pictures'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/RzLId02Ee4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ipd8dgpJDWc/s72-c/nightwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-1435982920686684804</id><published>2007-11-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:50:30.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8: ode to a class</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm blogging twice in a day, now how cool is that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha. I'm really unoccupied today. Everyone was busy ; Sher and Seth were at work, Saffy was out hunting for GodKnowsWhat, Vanny, Lance and Carmen were at some ulu place skating their rad asses off. School people were, uh, ok I dont feel like hanging with school people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just feel so lethargic. After that sms to joie last night, I'm not exactly overwhelmed by pathetic self-pity, but there is a tinge of melancholy in the air as, like the shimmerings of past memories come to settle around me. Much in the way a film of dust will settle around anyone stepping into the 3gy classroom right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ODE TO A &lt;s&gt;SUMMERS DAY&lt;/s&gt;  SEC THREE CLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It just occurred to me: I'll miss you 3geewhy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'll miss trudging into school on rainy days to find Rae and Serene doing Rachels hair. We dont know wjat they're doing, but they're doing something.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss sleeping and stoning during math and chem and the class livening up during english, bio and history.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss fighting to answer SEQs and SBQs and seeing how far back our teachers fingers can bend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Rachel singing at random moments and attempting to speak chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss all the long boring talks our chinese teacher gave about authors.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss sneaking food in class and smsing in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the "couple" cheryl and debra goei bickering.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss inconspicuosly using the class laptop to surf the net.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss running late for lectures and practicals.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Serene's annoying but cool lawyer shitzz.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Ana's lame jokes that only Doul will laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss our extremely gay and hot pink class shirt.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the jokes about the Teeminator and mistytee.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the brickpatterned backboard.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being held back for aces day dance prac.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss cheryl crapping around trying to teach us all the dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss laughing at the people who get locked out on the balcony, especially on rainy days.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Rae acting beng.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss all the wierd biotech experiments we thought of.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss getting dry eyes from desighing backgrounds for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the whole pitaya debate.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the noodle dance table.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss our bio techer telling us stories, and rachel anticlimaxing them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss running from claire cause I didnt bring my homework.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Mr lau making bug eyes and shouting at us.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Ms logans talks about curry and eyeballs and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss peiwen and claire being stupider than me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Meredith and her ugly shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss dissecting kidneys with leanne in bio.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the labs smelling of goat pee cause of the dissected kidneys.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss getting a swollen shoulder from clayshooting.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss crapping in art with deborah.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss wasting lessons doing ambigrams.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the mongyi show which will hopefully continue next year.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss getting locked in the art room.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the debates about tattoos and piercings (yes Deb we shall get our UVs:D someday, someday )&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss disasing bands and certain people.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you making fun of my I think, therefore I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the days where bugs fly into the classroom and wont fly out.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss dragging old newspapers around HDB blocks.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being the last class to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss being one pf the most bonded and charismatic classes around.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss all the fun, the annoying, the retarded, the bimbotic, the irritating bits of this class.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you, 3gy.&lt;em&gt; I really will. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-1435982920686684804?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1435982920686684804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/1435982920686684804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/8-ode-to-class.html' title='8: ode to a class'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37823829.post-5867690446218258331</id><published>2007-11-06T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:22:48.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7: videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok my cousin must be really damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;He posted his bionicle videos on youtube OHMAN its fricking funny ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;I like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7DkBb0YUN8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7DkBb0YUN8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it just him saying a warning or smth.&lt;br /&gt;And a few more, to his credit. Can you hear his oh-so-funky auzzie accent? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSHlv-0v0Fw"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSHlv-0v0Fw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbpEY8gVy4E"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbpEY8gVy4E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His voice is so high pitched cause he's only ten. And yes, he is a freaking&lt;em&gt; midget. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I totally wasted my time today watching these :D&lt;br /&gt;friends bloopers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouTBrbkzK-g"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ouTBrbkzK-g&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the part where Joey is auditioning for smth and his name is "holdn' ma groine" OMG funneee&lt;br /&gt;AND chandler's "somebody kiss me!!" scene O_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IW5QL1JwSLQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IW5QL1JwSLQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "say dada" thing is just too cute :D&lt;br /&gt;And the "how do you expect me to grow......." is just CLASSIC!!&lt;br /&gt;and phoebe's laugh is just so damn funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;"oh sweet Jesus these are the cookies they serve in hell!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and when joey falls down? priceless :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxQv8qxJrhE"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BxQv8qxJrhE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it doesnt matter ok!!she picked me!!!NOW, I dont have any clue what to say!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;and ohman boyxboy love we=hen Joey hugs ross:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOkjAn0_Iyo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOkjAn0_Iyo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"What do I smell?"&lt;br /&gt;And all the times ross's voice cracks :D&lt;br /&gt;Phoebe's impassioned speech about him not having 3 kids coming out of his **** XD&lt;br /&gt;"what the hell happened on that beach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oddly, I couldnt find season 5, so on to season 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNPlzihKfRs"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNPlzihKfRs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah ooh ooh oh no you didnt I did" "uuh ooh ooh oh nu uh uh uh uhm" *cracks up* XD&lt;br /&gt;"I'm doing my brother" "thats, uh , gross"&lt;br /&gt;"tastes like FEET" :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRgn46O41uA"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRgn46O41uA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what more do you want?" hahahahaha " * chicken sqwuack* "&lt;br /&gt;"or maybe we could put eyes on their hoochies and *cracks up* "&lt;br /&gt;"your butt mitzvah?"&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not finished!!"&lt;br /&gt;And another boyxboy scene from ross and joey :D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;season 8&amp;amp;9:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgV-ebQd-e8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgV-ebQd-e8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler screwing up :D&lt;br /&gt;And joey "nice rack" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And stuff you dont really see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DysJuZ-mUwo&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DysJuZ-mUwo&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvAQ5IEpGJ8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fvAQ5IEpGJ8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsdePXGQoRU"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LsdePXGQoRU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes, it pretty much a tribute to friends :D the tv serial that most resembles my everyday life :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37823829-5867690446218258331?l=funindisfunctional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5867690446218258331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37823829/posts/default/5867690446218258331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funindisfunctional.blogspot.com/2007/11/7-videos.html' title='7: videos'/><author><name>Hweems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7PqznjUGa-I/ST_EC1sA6_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/udcHkQRych8/S220/P7161625.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
