<?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-14687992</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:41:46.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Topaz &amp; Gold</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115669924315326381</id><published>2006-08-28T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:24:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 282px; height: 518px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;old people grow hair  out of their ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i read that  somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you have hair in  your ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think everyone has hair in your  ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;however as you get older they grow  longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you stop caring how you look so you dont  care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i dont have any hair visibly in my ears  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i bet they're lurking in there somewhere  though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just waiting for me to get a bit  older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then they ambush me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like medusa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe you can start  strangling people next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and nobody would ever  guess it was you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"hey have a look at this.. a bit closer...  see my ear?"&lt;br /&gt;"yeah..? what abou -- AHHHHH OMG  GDgSDlkjVsdgggaslvnn....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hmm i emailed a lecturer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he still didn't reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i should pay him a surprise visit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bet he thinks he can escape me if he ignores  my email for long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HES WRONG I TELL YA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i look up from my algebra to see the absolutely charming way you wish to kill people in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you going to  tackle him with your ear hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but algebra is so exciting, how did you  manage to tear your eyes away from such... interesting and entertaining  stuff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's not long enough for that yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haven't you ever heard  of hair extensions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width: 273px; height: 738px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ALGEBRA IS  EXCITING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SAODJFASDJFSD  sdasdflaksjro32413&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can you smell the sarcasm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no, it sounded so ridiculous that it drowned just about everything else out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe old people grow out their ear hair so  they can use it to comb over their bald spots on their head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, that's creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;next time you see an old guy with, for his  age, strangely healthy looking and long hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;check to see where the hair is coming  from!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know, if they  were smart enough to comb it over their heads, wouldn't they also be smart  enough to realise that people would notice, too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i mean, growing hair  out of your ears and then slapping over your head would be.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Dobby :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rather  noticeable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's a thin line between genious and  insanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe they'd cover it with  something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like earmuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh hey makes sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;figures why people in cold countries wear earmuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe that's where all the hairy-eared people live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;come to think of it if you're gonna wear  earmuffs why not just wear a hat and cover it all up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then noone will ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dobby :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="color: rgb(163, 24, 28);font-family:'Eras Light ITC';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like in singapore, for  example...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AIYOH! YOU'RE GROWING EARHAIR! LET'S MIGRATE TO  GREENLAND!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then again the problem with that is people  mimght ASSUME youre bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas if you have long flowing ear hair  covering your head and earmuffs covering your ears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; 忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td  style="font-family:'Verdana';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah i can see that conversation happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, rob. I look forward to the more intellectual conversations that we'll have in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is absolutely convinced that I cannot sleep before one on any night. and just to help her prove her point i posted this. hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115669924315326381?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115669924315326381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115669924315326381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115669924315326381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115669924315326381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/08/dobby-old-people-grow-hair-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115617360156124737</id><published>2006-08-21T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:20:01.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ta dah, my handphone is lost twice within the span of a month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115617360156124737?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115617360156124737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115617360156124737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115617360156124737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115617360156124737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-ta-dah-my-handphone-is-lost-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115609692578765251</id><published>2006-08-20T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T11:03:40.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You probably think I'm a sick cheater,  but here's my answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know how useful sinus is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my class. Miss Gwee's left for 14 days to Japan, and you know what a darling classmate wrote on the board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 DAYS OF PEACE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And to add to that, another certain teacher was sitting by the table, idling when her eyes fell upon those four words and she stared for the longest time, in wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her expression was pretty much unreadable, but I bet she was awed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115609692578765251?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115609692578765251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115609692578765251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115609692578765251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115609692578765251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-probably-think-im-sick-cheater-but_20.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115565080096779282</id><published>2006-08-15T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:13:41.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:300%;" &gt;&lt;font color="tan"&gt;Colin Phee: "Rebekah, come and touch my balls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:O talk about being subtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah he was actually talking about the basketballs we were using for PE, but *gasp gasp!* You always ought to be careful, who knows, someone might just misintepret what you say and then you'll *kena* give people the impression that you're a dirty old bastard, which of course, is what you actually are, but people don't really need to know that, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rule that dear Mr Phee, has most unfortunately forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, no, my life has been very boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115565080096779282?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115565080096779282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115565080096779282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115565080096779282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115565080096779282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/08/colin-phee-rebekah-come-and-touch-my.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115515589351155803</id><published>2006-08-10T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:41:02.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/pooptart%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/pooptart%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sucks how my layout is so boring. Sarah, I need to steal my new layout from you. Pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been shitface-boring, but on Friday, let me introduce to you one of the days we call the craziest of the craziest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seen on the testimonial that never really made it to yongmei's friendster profile:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Clarice Lee, while you made your day by climbing a mountain, I made mine by climbing a wall. While you were gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was imprisoned in the class balcony and climbed over the wall to save my life, and in the process nearly lost it. I almost chopped my godforsaken **** off because my marriage proposal to rita was rejected, pressed miss gwee's head like a pimple (ah ah ah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt;), played karaoke star with eeshan for all of a minute, watched my maths teacher and my vice principal prance about my classroom trying to chase a butterfly, ran over to 2faith to brandish my dick of a sword in their faces and in turn watch low li eng lob her fat ass round to 2charity to scream at eeshan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How exciting =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF2846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF2846.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And really, that menace is truly a beauty when he's asleep. ily &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115515589351155803?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115515589351155803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115515589351155803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115515589351155803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115515589351155803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/08/sucks-how-my-layout-is-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115461296428751975</id><published>2006-08-03T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T08:25:41.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNF7lw7c3Pk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jNF7lw7c3Pk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="225" width="300"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly? when natalie told me rather disdainfully that jonathan cher reckoned that they lost the indian dance because of lack of spirit, i started bursting out in laughter. Ah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the irony of it all&lt;/span&gt;. not to say that he's simply exploding with tremendous cheer and rainbows and outright enthusiasm about life that it gives us a headache, but rather, the exact opposite. the guy looks like he's been deprived of a life for three quarters of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, i was the one who invented the name POTATO for him! credit me for my supreme ingeniousness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2charity didn't exactly clinch the top prize either, but what the heck? as ms praveena put it, we're all winners in our own hearts, yus? &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;..bullshit. a seven-year-old could come up with better crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buttttt&lt;/span&gt; of course. optism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christine Foo and Lee Yongmei&lt;/span&gt;, you were the guys who contributed the most to our indian dance. but don't forget that *I* choreographed a dance step too! nevermind that it was completely lifted off a movie or the fact that you would have come up with it anyway regardless of whether i suggested it or not, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; did something! so yay me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly reminded that I have a geog test tomorrow. it's 11:20, I haven't started studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets move on to the less-emo affairs. sunshine yellow bunny recounts, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunshine Yellow Rainbow &lt;s&gt;Sally&lt;/s&gt; Bunny Recount No. 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone and wallet got stolen. whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;thattt'sss right. my awfully pink samsung phone and the rubbish shit dump of a pouch which i oh-so lovingly dubbed my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story is long and hairy so i can't be bothered to tell all. now if you want my new number, come up to me, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunshine Yellow Bunny Recount No. 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a much more happier recount, tho. since i've gone back to using my PF watermelon purse, clare's decided to get me a new wallet. CK! woot. one day when i make it back there in december, i shall ride out there like a bitch and buy whatever i get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the idea has pleased me so much that i'm not going to continue blogging anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115461296428751975?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115461296428751975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115461296428751975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115461296428751975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115461296428751975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/08/frankly-when-natalie-told-me-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115427405852936045</id><published>2006-07-30T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T08:40:58.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, Milo and coco crunch, hello, 12391284kgs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had indian dance choreography session today, but mostly slacked by doing..? Yeah, it was one hell of a session when half-way through yongmei decided that it was the best time to go down and get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;, Annice decided it was a mighty fine idea to follow suit too. Ah, awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115427405852936045?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115427405852936045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115427405852936045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115427405852936045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115427405852936045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-milo-and-coco-crunch-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115410251932076979</id><published>2006-07-28T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:41:57.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grr. Don't abandon blog! &lt;img src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/censored.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My taste in music is starting to change drastically. Has anyone else noticed how oddly addictive Justin Timberlake's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SexyBack&lt;/span&gt; is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=w7SxvdIFvgk&amp;amp;search=sexyback"&gt;sexyback&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss the old JT, but ooh, this will do too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How was life recently?&lt;br /&gt;Past few days have been as awesome as walking into a shithole. Ah, it never gets better.&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/14687992-115410251932076979?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115410251932076979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115410251932076979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115410251932076979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115410251932076979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/07/grr.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115312994884767380</id><published>2006-07-17T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T02:52:28.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Random conversation between me and becks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beckie:&lt;/span&gt; rain rain go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mag:&lt;/span&gt; come again another day..&lt;br /&gt;           *looks out of window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mag:&lt;/span&gt; hey it's not even raining. stupid! sing for what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beckie:&lt;/span&gt; YOU CONTINUE FOR WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and then a smacking fight ensues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115312994884767380?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115312994884767380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115312994884767380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115312994884767380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115312994884767380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-conversation-between-me-and_17.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115261987987158147</id><published>2006-07-11T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T05:11:19.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blowing my brains out has never seemed like a better idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115261987987158147?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115261987987158147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115261987987158147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115261987987158147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115261987987158147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/07/blowing-my-brains-out-has-never-seemed.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115229298629150092</id><published>2006-07-08T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T10:25:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bah, determination can always be fractured if I have a very good reason. And here's the perfect one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 202px; height: 151px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF2131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love lydia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 202px; height: 152px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF3959.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I love natalie too, despite her wry sense of humour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115229298629150092?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115229298629150092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115229298629150092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115229298629150092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115229298629150092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/07/bah-determination-can-always-be.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115178164781655537</id><published>2006-07-02T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:27:53.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/menat3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/menat3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/speug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/speug.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/menat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/menat.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/group1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/group1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/menat2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/menat2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/yashutup.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/yashutup.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the LAST picture you'll ever&lt;br /&gt;see me posing like that ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, 100th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on Fire Prevention '06 in my next post, and I'm determined to do that only after my new blogskin is done. HMMM anyone interested in helping? (miv, miv!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14687992-115178164781655537?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115178164781655537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115178164781655537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115178164781655537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115178164781655537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-picture-youll-ever-see-me-posing.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115159132637430327</id><published>2006-06-29T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T07:35:02.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DearlyBeloved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DearlyBeloved.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current state adds new meaning to the term "pure fatigue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather sporadic in my blogging lately, come, come, lets relieve my blogging ennui with some pictures from Jubilate and hopefully FIAALBOV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF3823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/DSCF3823.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/33/7563355/30577895257071l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/55/33/7563355/30577895257071l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;Fire prev. meetings have been very progressive, proud of everyone! We've definitely put in our all, although sometimes we get a little irritable with each other, things have certainly been smoothened out to what we've come to so far. All the best for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how anyone can hide behind their mac to bitch about all the horrible things they will never be able to pick enough courage to say in person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115159132637430327?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115159132637430327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115159132637430327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115159132637430327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115159132637430327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-current-state-adds-new-meaning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115107584098502296</id><published>2006-06-23T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T08:35:08.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;start&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/start&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(insert craving for jasmine green tea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIAALBOV - Europhia, elation, nostalgia, excitement, adrenaline rush, sadness. 'Nuff to describe what I felt back then? No, I don't think so. Thinking back, right at this time (11:08PM) the production crew were just making their way to the macs opp. Raffles Hotel for supper because it was the most convenient and affordable place available. I hate Macs, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't deny my liking for them cheese burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who missed it, you are seriously, seriously nuts. It was such a blast! the 3pm show might not have been a full 10/10, but the 8pm show - that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rocked&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the crew :) I had so much fun in the past few months with you guys! If I don't get into next year's SYF, yes yes, EXPECT ME. You guys may not have gotten enough credit for all the stuff you did, but in the eyes of the cast and those who know, FIAALBOV would have been nothing without you guys. I wanna do lighting again. As tasteless as it seems, being a lighting manager is far more than slapping the light switches on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cast!  - the guys who stole the show and made it all worth it. Despite having watched the scenes so many times that I've even memorised most of the lines, I still chuckled in my seat in the lighting box, drawing stares from Mr. Nunn and Usha the maintenance guy. The entire cast was awesome and like ahpui said, you guys did even better than you guys have ever done before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my blinding stupidity, I brought my camera, extremely pleased with myself because I had remembered to pack it in my bag the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bursting with pride and a sense of achievment, I whipped out my handy camera to take pictures and voila, my camera dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, mag.&lt;br /&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/14687992-115107584098502296?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115107584098502296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115107584098502296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115107584098502296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115107584098502296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/06/insert-craving-for-jasmine-green-tea.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115058405179205780</id><published>2006-06-18T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T15:40:51.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a calm surrender to the rush of day&lt;br /&gt;When the heat of the rolling world can be turned away&lt;br /&gt;An enchanted moment, and it sees me through&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-115058405179205780?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115058405179205780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115058405179205780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115058405179205780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115058405179205780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/06/theres-calm-surrender-to-rush-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-115039948572329798</id><published>2006-06-16T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:48:39.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Benz Nipit Hange. My heart piao chu qu le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pulling out all your buck teeth, do you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for men who need that extra boost: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(credit to rob)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff3399"&gt;Have you been suffering low self-esteem because of a certain lacking in manlihood? Listened to your male companions talking about their passionate romping stories, but had to shy away in a corner because you didn't have any stories to share yourself? Never fear, because after you have read this ad, you'll have all the chicks after you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, the long-awaited answers to your desperation:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span font="" purple=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Men's Push-up Underwear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/before.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 201px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/before.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/after.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 196px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/after.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span font=""  style="color:purple;"&gt;If you're unable to see the spectacular difference, you ought to be knocked on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call 1800-441-438-281 and you will soon be puny-pee-pee-problem free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14687992-115039948572329798?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/115039948572329798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=115039948572329798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115039948572329798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/115039948572329798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/06/benz-nipit-hange.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114988957563481223</id><published>2006-06-10T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T14:46:15.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. Holidays have been rather sucky  up to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD rehearsals are hitting us like a torrent of bad rain. Jeesh can't even go anywhere for holiday. And where's dear Mrs Lee? Suntanning in Langkawi with her husband and baby. Oh ho ho. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, didn't she tell us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to make any plans to go overseas? And didn't she say the same thing last year before heading to Holland and screwing up plans for the LD camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like gee, that's gotta be really um. Reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. Not nice to stay up till 6am and not have much to eat, y'know.&lt;br /&gt;I shall find something to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114988957563481223?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114988957563481223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114988957563481223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114988957563481223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114988957563481223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/06/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114908615677751931</id><published>2006-05-31T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:38:29.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/Copy%20of%20FIAALBOV%20copysd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/Copy%20of%20FIAALBOV%20copysd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FIRE, ICE AND A LITTLE BIT OF VICE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VENUE:&lt;/span&gt; JUBILEE HALL (RAFFLES HOTEL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME: &lt;/span&gt;MATINEE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3PM)&lt;/span&gt; NIGHT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(8PM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRICE :&lt;/span&gt; $15 (MATINEE) / $20 (NIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14687992-114908615677751931?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114908615677751931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114908615677751931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114908615677751931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114908615677751931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/05/fire-ice-and-little-bit-of-vice-venue.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114900455002128674</id><published>2006-05-31T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T09:27:50.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF3625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF3625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror above all horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF3630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF3630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF3632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF3632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF3646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF3646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF3653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF3653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, these are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Might I add that in every single picture, I look like crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, in the first time in eons, I splurged on goods like the world was going to end tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Shoes, earrings, jeans, tops, bags, accessories, yoooooouuuu name it!&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you for blessing me with a mum who loves shopping as much as I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang the holidays, I want to visit my sister so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDDS production coming really soon, tickets still on sale! As I've mentioned in earlier posts. go check it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway going to drown myself with a tub of strawberry ice-cream and Titanic. Sucks to three-part movies. Hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding out that she had to be naked in front of DiCaprio, Kate Winslet decided to break the ice, and when they first met, she flashed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Amazing how he didn't promptly drop into a seizure and die from heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14687992-114900455002128674?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114900455002128674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114900455002128674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114900455002128674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114900455002128674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/05/horror-above-all-horrors.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114885159945427230</id><published>2006-05-29T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T14:26:39.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF3618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/DSCF3618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh. Did I mention before? On Friday, while I was jogging, I saw a cat shitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped for a while to watch on in fascination as each little piece of shit found its way out of the cat's ass and onto the ground, and oohed and ahhed in awe as the cat went on to bury its shit in soil and dead leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Oreo would do that.. Then I wouldn't have to pick up after his shit. Not that I do, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that and it really is 5:23AM in the morning.&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/14687992-114885159945427230?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114885159945427230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114885159945427230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114885159945427230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114885159945427230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114875465741014488</id><published>2006-05-28T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:31:34.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's recount the events that have occured within the time which I haven't blogged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I slammed the car door on my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;- Oreo squeezed through a hole in the gate in the backdoor, and I had to run 20 flights of stairs to get him back.&lt;br /&gt;- i had sore eyes for four days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got my report book back too, but HMMM let's not talk about that right now. Just a few days back was flipping through SCV when I came to Animal Planet, and guess what the first thing I saw was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, a goat squeezing a baby out of her V-hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was all slimy and wet and grey and gross. Documentries rock, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to science center with marietta, annice, rebekah, christine, qi min, christine, dawn, yong mei, ee shan, michelle, jennifer and vanessa. Was a hell lotta fun! Afterwards went to Jurong East Mall or sth, they sell stuff for really cheap there, yknow? Went on a mini-shopping spree. Photos? Procrastination says later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIIIIII june holidays ntrly holidays after all. Extra lessons, ELDDS production... a little screwed up, no? OH YEAH! A LITTLE SHAMELESS ADVERTISMENT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fire, Ice and A Little Bit of Vice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where: Jubilee Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When: 22nd June, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time: 3pm/8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Price: $15 (3pm) $20 (8pm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who: ELDDS! ELDDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: I DESIGNED THE TICKETS AND THE POSTER! So cool right! Julia was the one who put it together. Now buy, buy! Get your tickets from any LD girl. Sales go on until the 22nd of June itself.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Natalie Huang here, has met with a rather, unfortunate experience here so let's pray for her ungroundedment! M'dear, June is such a very bad time to be absent. I wanna go out with you and lydia, don't disappoint us, okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you on 5th June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114875465741014488?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114875465741014488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114875465741014488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114875465741014488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114875465741014488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-recount-events-that-have-occured.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114814178018856802</id><published>2006-05-21T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:18:29.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF2951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF2951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shifting Gears&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. Sadly enough, she can blog about it as much as she wants yet no one &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; to read her blog. Except the people whom she's made up? Right. Happy blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: She looked like a big lollipop.&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/14687992-114814178018856802?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114814178018856802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114814178018856802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114814178018856802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114814178018856802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/05/shifting-gears-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114744251895734912</id><published>2006-05-12T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T07:01:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, mixed with irritation, a spark of stupidity, and just plain worry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just the most screwed up person there ever was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should treat myself to two episodes of Prison Break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114744251895734912?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114744251895734912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114744251895734912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114744251895734912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114744251895734912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/05/okay-mixed-with-irritation-spark-of.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114726943400602792</id><published>2006-05-10T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T07:08:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yay, let's welcome our 88th post with a rather angsty entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hotshot. Let me tell you one thing. I am committed. I really am. Maybe I'm not showing it well enough, but I sure am passionate about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you and your lardass screwing around and telling me what I should be doing. You're revolting. Your desperation and hypocrisy isn't going to get you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scuse me? You have a baby, please don't make you strain yourself? I'm sorry, anyone can get a bloody gigolo, get themselves laid and have a goddamn baby. Hey, teenagers are doing that, why can't you? With that in mind, I'm sure just about a few billion other people have babies, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up. I guess you're just not special anymore :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/End of emo, emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/mptv1.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/mptv1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS BRI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, Prison Break &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rocks&lt;/span&gt;. so does Brianna Dominque Lau. Tho Miller's unwavering sex appeal is starting to get a little.. dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114726943400602792?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114726943400602792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114726943400602792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114726943400602792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114726943400602792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/05/yay-lets-welcome-our-88th-post-with.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114605435502783706</id><published>2006-04-26T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T05:30:41.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, given this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a war going on, and it seems that your side is the losing end. Just as you're about to declare defeat, you realise that a nuclear bomb, big enough to destroy your entire country within a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a bomb shelter on the ready, but this shelter can only save three other people aside from yourself. Your family is vacationing in Hawaii. Here's the list of people that you can save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The criteria for picking the survivors are as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) He/She must be fertile.&lt;br /&gt;2)Must be of good health.&lt;br /&gt;3) Your survivors must consist of at least one of each gender to ensure reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;4) They must be able to contribute to society after the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the list of the people you have to choose from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/nuclear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/nuclear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just a few facts to note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Model is short-sighted.&lt;br /&gt;The baby boy is HIV positive.&lt;br /&gt;The pregnant lady is the mother of the baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;The Teacher is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Picking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. I hope Miss Rockey doesn't think that I'm trying to find sixty1 thousand ways to skip remedial. cuz I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's bio test, like god forbid who can pass a test with just molly's shouting? like omfg not going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe - amd&lt;br /&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible. - mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; MM IS FOR MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; MM IS FOR MAG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; SO MM IS FOR MAG,U ARE MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible:&lt;/span&gt; SHUT UP SO LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHHAAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; WHAT LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;EVEN A 2 YEAR OLD CAN COME UP WITH SOMETHING BETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible:&lt;/span&gt; BOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; A 2 YEAR OLD IS STUPID N CANT TALK.AT&lt;br /&gt;             LEAST I KNWO WHAT RAINBOW MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; DAADADADAADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;NEHNEHPOOPOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible:&lt;/span&gt; my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;i knew what rainbow meant was i was like. born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;I also know what&lt;br /&gt;             Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; IT MEANS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;(amd goes to check the dictionary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; U HAVE A KIND OF PHOBIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;NV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;uhuh uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;DICK DUN HAVE SO LONG ONEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;YEAH,THATS ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;Go and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; A KIND OF PHOBIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; I DUNW NAT TO DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible:&lt;/span&gt; A KIND OF PHOBIA FOR SHORT DICKS???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;EXCEPT FOR SHORT DICKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;WHAT HAS NATALIE GOT TO DO WITH THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible:&lt;/span&gt; SEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; LONG ALSO CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fail english? That's unpossible: &lt;/span&gt;YOU'RE STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe:&lt;/span&gt; I DUN WANT TO DIE!!!! NOT NAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on sweet catastrophe: &lt;/span&gt;I DUNW NAT TO DIE!&lt;- I DUN WANT TO DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Dear amanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114605435502783706?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114605435502783706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114605435502783706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114605435502783706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114605435502783706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-given-this-situation-there-has.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114477665539872321</id><published>2006-04-12T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:30:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That knowing grin told me we were on the rim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114477665539872321?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114477665539872321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114477665539872321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114477665539872321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114477665539872321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/04/that-knowing-grin-told-me-we-were-on.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114459968718555679</id><published>2006-04-10T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T09:21:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nwo.dk/pic/fuck%20on%20first%20date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nwo.dk/pic/fuck%20on%20first%20date.jpg" border="0" height="245" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What a lucky guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for english speech semi-finals tomorrow. i din't know this could be so bloody hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to natalie and jocelyn too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14687992-114459968718555679?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114459968718555679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114459968718555679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114459968718555679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114459968718555679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-lucky-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114443848430725847</id><published>2006-04-08T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:43:05.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyLlzzkk2qk"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nyLlzzkk2qk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="275" width="275"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't go to bed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just in case you're wondering where I get my interesting comics and videos, dear, all credits go to rob. where he gets his stuff, I truly wonder. but he does like to play pantless characters in RPG games. (HEY NAT LOOK! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt; [ure lyk, favv smiley???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fire prevention audits were on thurs. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire Prevention... a shared... RESPONSIBILITY!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha were damn fun. thanks leanor! the song was so cute hahaha I do hope that we get in. nat, me and leanor were in one group while miv and jo did a rap in their own group. it would be nice if we all got in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots! good luck to all those who auditioned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. went for tuition at TLL. was fun la. we did a compre on the Da Vinci Code. I haven't read it, cept till the part where Robert Langdon woke up and was told that he had to go somewhere for some talk. Haha mag's not a read-y person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw a trailer for the movie with Tom Hanks, and we actually saw the naked curator sprawled onto the ground. Except for his crotch, there was this um.. blinding light shining onto it so we couldn't see. dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah, for those who read the book, you know this part when they mention a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/85/The_Last_Supper_Da_Vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In case you didn't know, if you look closely, I'm sure you've heard this before (I haven't read the book so I don't know) but it's said that the person next to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/" jpg=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;is Mary Magdalene. Mary Magdalene was also said to be Jesus's wife and mother to his child. The "evidence" is that they are wearing matching clothes - blue shirt/red cape and red shirt/blue cape, and that the position that they're seated in forms the letter M. 'Scuse me. But wasn't Mary Magdalene his mother?! What happened!? What happened to Joseph or whoever she was supposed to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Did some wiki-ing. Mary Magdalene's not Jesus's ma, but one of his friends/disciples instead. As for his mum, her name was just plain Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edit: Did more wiki-ing and the person rumoured to be Mary Magdalene at the table could also be John, one of Jesus Christ's apostles. Seems a little too feminine for my liking tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/14687992-114443848430725847?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114443848430725847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114443848430725847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114443848430725847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114443848430725847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-cant-go-to-bed-just-in-case-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114442158125976945</id><published>2006-04-07T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:53:01.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And that tears are only rain to make love grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But my love for you could never grow no stronger if I live to be a hundred years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh it's crying time again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you say you found someone that you love better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's the way it's happened every time before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's sure as the sun comes up tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crying time will start when you walk out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh it's crying time again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      my paper mask is wet with tears;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                You'll never know how much you hurt me.&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;br /&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/14687992-114442158125976945?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114442158125976945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114442158125976945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114442158125976945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114442158125976945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/04/now-they-say-that-absence-makes-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114398940469237378</id><published>2006-04-02T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T07:50:04.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so just as I'm doing my work on the computer with iTunes in the background pumping, some error decides to hijack my computer and all my folders and windows close one by one, leaving a lone pop-up from some site I visited with a dancing leprechaun staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I'm about to curse, the computer switches itself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is not long enough for me to recuperate from past events and good golly, am I more weary than before. Retribution for being a slacker? Uhhhh-huhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today wasn't so bad. went out with natalie, watched a sneak preview of The Producers.&lt;br /&gt;Movie wasn't exactly my type but heck la. Anybody who enjoys slapstick musicals, do watch, do watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I traipse back into my room after the outing, I see a stack of korean drama serials on my computer desk, and in the bin lots of dirty tissues and an opened packet of cashew nuts. You have just witnessed the products of a certain woman called my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn school sucks and you know it. The only thing I actually live for is LD and the people in it, nat jo miv and everyone else I love you! Like yes Production Crew ROCKS your socks. I'll be learning lighting with charlotte (have I mentioned this before?) and I hope I don't screw up for the actual play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still deciding on ticket design and sales. LD budget is a little tight and we didn't really need to break some of it off just to buy chicken wings for the whole LD (although they tasted fucking good) . Hopefully we'll be able to raise enough funds for the play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember! June 22nd is the LD Production! It's super good and I'm super-duperly impressed by the actors and script. If you don't catch it you're making a god damn mistake, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep designing the costumes for the play, so far I've only done one and it looks like shit. (gee I almost walked into that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo. maggoestodesigntherestofthecostumes. gonna show Xinlin the drafts on tues. Hopes she likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o-o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As he moves closer, he realizes.&lt;br /&gt;His bruised and shattered lover&lt;br /&gt;wasn't trembling because she was cold;&lt;br /&gt;She was trembling because she was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/14687992-114398940469237378?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114398940469237378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114398940469237378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114398940469237378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114398940469237378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay-so-just-as-im-doing-my-work-on.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114389775354521736</id><published>2006-04-01T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T05:22:33.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We got no money and we ain't got no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But come together yeah we'll be just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Cecelia, why do you have to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, it's lyk, apr 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eug and julia are taking part in the  semi-finals for the hollaback crew in the Padang tonight! Good luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114389775354521736?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114389775354521736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114389775354521736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114389775354521736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114389775354521736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-got-no-money-and-we-aint-got-no.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114347222901521859</id><published>2006-03-27T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:38:32.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/marietta.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/marietta.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/annice.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/annice.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/mag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/mag.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/yongmei.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/yongmei.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before the umbrella was snatched away by a very disgruntled jennifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, it's 11:11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. Lost my earphones for the nano. sngs pockets suck when it comes to containing things. One day I shall head over to J8 and get that.. that.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twang. Just been reminded. I haven't been to J8 since like.. forever. Screw school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's LD, whoopdeedoo! Some of the crew members have been chosen, and I'm co-costume designer + in charge of lights and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good does that sound to you? C;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: I found my nano earphones! They were in my bag; I didn't put them in my pocket at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dress me up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buy me pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treat me nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buy me ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't put out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll put you out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't get out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll push you out.&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/14687992-114347222901521859?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114347222901521859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114347222901521859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114347222901521859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114347222901521859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/before-umbrella-was-snatched-away-by.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114322567630659673</id><published>2006-03-25T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T12:09:21.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just watched Final Destination 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't scary, just... traumatising. Like FOOH! and someone's dead. Let me describe to you what I thought was the worst scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. I think I'd have to write the whole plot down in that case. well ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;the plot's the same as its prequels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set six years after the first film, young photographer Wendy Christensen has a gruesome vision of a derailing on a roller coaster, Devil's Flight, and, as a result, manages to escape from the ride just before it crashes with her friends on board. To her horror, she discovers that the photographs she took before the accident foretell the deaths of others who escaped the disaster. Now Death wants to reclaim each victim in the order they were meant to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/gallery/ss/0414982/Ss/" path="gallery&amp;path_key=0414982&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the most gruesome scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and Ashlyn: The two girls go tanning for their graduation. The owner of the tanning salon, Yuri, gets a phone call from his girlfriend. The girls are sick of waiting for him and since they have tanned there so many times that they know how to operate the machine, they let Yuri go outside to fight on the phone. Before he steps out, he tells Ashely to throw away their slurpees. So Ashley grabs Ashlyn's slurpee on the counter and disposes it in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just as Ashley was about to throw her's away, he goes out the door and Ashley decides to keep drinking her slurpee. To keep from being locked out, Yuri props the door open with a tube of tanning lotion. Then Ashlyn writes a "Back in 30 min!" note and tapes it on the front door because she doesn't want anyone to see them naked. They go to the room and Ashley sets the VAC and tanning time while Ashlyn sets the room temperature since it is too cold. Ashlyn tells Ashley to put her slurpee on the counter above the VAC control panel because they might get in trouble again for bringing drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ashlyn forgets her iPod so Ashley tells her "Bitch, they got CDs." and chooses a CD from the shelf above her bed to listen to. Without her knowing, nails holding the shelf up start to loosen. As they undress and get settled in the tanning beds the tube of tanning lotion propping the door pops open and the door shuts, locking Yuri out. The girls sing Ohio Players 'Love Rollercoaster' while water condensates on Ashley's slurpee, which eventually pools and drips into the control panel. It malfunctions and slowly raises the VAC way above safety level (250) in the tanning beds. As the temperature in the room rises, an air conditioning vent next to a coat hanger begins to blow air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As the coat hanger wobbles, Wendy calls Ashley's cell phone, which vibrates and the coat hanger finally topples over, hitting a palm tree which falls over and knocks the CD shelf onto Ashley's bed. Ashley opens her bed and the CD shelf slides down into the handles of Ashlyn's bed, and the other side slips into Ashley's. They try to get out when they realize something is wrong, but the board holds the two beds closed. They scream loud enough for Yuri to hear them, but he is locked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The girls try to escape by trying to remove the fan over them, but that doesn't work. When the VAC reaches 350, the solarium tubes explode in Ashley's tanning bed. Ashlyn tries to shield her face by waving her arm above her, but her skin on her arm starts to bubble and her tanning goggles melt into her eyes as it gets hotter. Because Ashley keeps banging her legs on the glass she lays on, it eventually gives way and cracks, making her fall in the bulbs below her, and igniting the trails of alcohol used to sterilize the girls' goggles, setting her bed on fire. Then the solarium tubes in Ashlyn's bed finally explode and lights her on fire. Flames are seen coming out of the beds while the girls scream and bang on the lids. Ashley reaches her hand out on the edge of the bed and turns sideways. Her face can be seen through the opening of the bed. Then she and Ashlyn are completely engulfed in the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't a pretty sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Info by Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114322567630659673?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114322567630659673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114322567630659673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114322567630659673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114322567630659673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-watched-final-destination-3.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114287577579709724</id><published>2006-03-21T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:41:51.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/BigButt.jpg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114287577579709724?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114287577579709724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114287577579709724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114287577579709724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114287577579709724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/here.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114287280134198596</id><published>2006-03-21T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:14:49.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, just a little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Windstruck. Again. God, I love that show. Visual effects kinda such at some points, but there you go, korean drama movie has a nice plot and I like. xPpPp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't you put your sweet lips to mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't you say you love me, all of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only school would be a little bit further away :(&lt;br /&gt;Let's recount, in pictures, what happened during the march holidays. Pictures lack because I don't have the ability to remember to whip my camera out like every 0.12312 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF2545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF2546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF2554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. She didn't want a dirty bear&lt;br /&gt;0:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF2557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/th_DSCF2562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2562.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2554.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/connections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/connections.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/guestbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/guestbk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye crap blogger is screwing up.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, photo updates NEXT TIME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/The_sky__by_fcouk.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh well your mama don't mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and your papa don't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if we have another dance, oh yeah, just one more time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/14687992-114287280134198596?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114287280134198596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114287280134198596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114287280134198596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114287280134198596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/stay-ah-just-little-bit-longer-just.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114253274208153747</id><published>2006-03-17T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:16:56.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;" &gt;"Parents aren't interested in Justice. Parents only are interested in Quiet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt; sdjfhgasfjashdkfhaskasdfsdfasdfasdfasfasddf                                                                   &lt;/span&gt;---  Bill Cosby&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo... What would you call a castrated dog? Good girl or good boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14687992-114253274208153747?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114253274208153747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114253274208153747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114253274208153747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114253274208153747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/parents-arent-interested-in-justice.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114225908780622888</id><published>2006-03-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T06:12:31.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need a new layout! Currently in the midsts of designing. html assembling sucks coke through a straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did oversensitivity bring me closer to the edge?&lt;br /&gt;If only clarity could be adjusted to grayscale.&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity fails to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only thing that matters now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114225908780622888?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114225908780622888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114225908780622888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114225908780622888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114225908780622888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-new-layout-currently-in-midsts.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114192993921688319</id><published>2006-03-10T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:45:39.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, we're standing under the same sky.&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/14687992-114192993921688319?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114192993921688319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114192993921688319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114192993921688319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114192993921688319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-were-standing-under-same-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114155606198762209</id><published>2006-03-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T02:55:21.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This time, This place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF2446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/DSCF2446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;things are taking their time to come along.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam results, must we mention them?&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done well and I'm not really in the mood to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my chocolates from melbourne are wastin away and believe it or not, I've barely had a taste of any of them. I think I've given away too many. Fweh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please cut me some slack, the moment i flop down to rest the worst comes pouring in.&lt;/span&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/14687992-114155606198762209?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114155606198762209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114155606198762209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114155606198762209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114155606198762209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-time-this-place-misused-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114064289700570715</id><published>2006-02-23T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:16:45.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've realized how mild and boring my posts have become, and today I shall make an attempt to make them more.. livier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lively as I can make them after 0 hours of sleep, at 5am, an hour before I have to get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus there is something wrong going inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just sifting thru some other's photo album and i felt some strong surge of hatred towards whoever that was. I was cursing like shit and was planning to make this very hateful post about them when i notice, mag is too peaceful for that kinda shit and man, i am shocked at myself.&lt;br /&gt;*mutters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two buffalos, i saw two buffalos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to my lively, lively post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for LD we're supposed to bring one thing that is ironic, and one thing that is beautiful. you know what i'm gonna bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my report book and my jasmine tea satchet.&lt;br /&gt;thanks very much to nai neh (nai &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEH&lt;/span&gt;) for the inspiration for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ironic thing is, the beautiful thing is not my report book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could always bring a photograph of my family or a doll from my days as a baby or something like that, but so.. so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cliched&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So goes the report book and jasmine tea satchet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oonts.&lt;br /&gt;eh. there goes my attempt at a lively post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114064289700570715?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114064289700570715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114064289700570715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114064289700570715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114064289700570715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-realized-how-mild-and-boring-my.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-114011221366848344</id><published>2006-02-17T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T09:51:46.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jodal.no/cartoons/calvinandhobbes/2006/2006-02-08.gif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confucius say....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman who is in love with priest will chase him through church &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and grab him by the organ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confucius is so god damn priceless! baha! spent about two hours reading and cracking up and his damn quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't deny that the past two days have been really eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that you'll get better even tho i know you are alright - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even able enough to throw Ferrero Rochers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at me - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really god damn worried me. See la! Act smart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 days seem so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diiAoXz ` [[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of chinese lesson taking stupid videos of yongmei the barbarian ah xiong the tiger and annice the black angry widow who really is a kind soul inside. so stupid. my butt still hurts from getting shoved off my chair by annice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Friday's coming along soon too. That's when I finally get back my position as the best daughter in the world, mannn. been feeling rather restricted these past few weeks. It's only been a week too! oh man. felt like it's been over a month. time really effing slows and quickens at the worst times possible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ka ni la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to nat's house on wednesday after school to visit her, and she was prancing around the house like a goat. so irritating. met a pretty mortifying sight with her sister. but she's so pretty at such a young age :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want an equally pretty &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt;, please. And then I come to the point where i decide a name for my future kids. mmmm. it's 1:42am, another time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be so cool if my daughter's name was a color. like pynque or smth.&lt;br /&gt;and my son could be Blu.&lt;br /&gt;and i do realise that i am stating my sister's dream kids' names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeyer my brain not working properly.&lt;br /&gt;anyway tomorrow's physics test is making me regret staying up so late.&lt;br /&gt;so so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-114011221366848344?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/114011221366848344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=114011221366848344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114011221366848344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/114011221366848344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-confucius-say.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113993945667997760</id><published>2006-02-15T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:51:49.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jodal.no/cartoons/calvinandhobbes/2006/2006-02-14.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well hellooooo. Happy Belated Valentine's Day! Thanks for the presents and I'll get you yours soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't too bad. just that everything that was in my pocket is gone now cos it all fell out.&lt;br /&gt;i have to restock this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, LD Production coming soon! can't wait for it. the theme's Truth, Justice, Freedom and Love. Even Miss Ong said it was sibei boring. Mag ponders what anyone can make out of the theme. but i guarantee you, with the talented script-writers in LD, the production will be super good! JUNE 22ND! MAKE TIME FOR IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway it's 2:00a.m. and i am in mortal peril every second that ticks. so adios! must go pack my bag..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113993945667997760?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113993945667997760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113993945667997760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113993945667997760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113993945667997760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/02/here-well-hellooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113950482757132435</id><published>2006-02-10T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:11:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;C'mon, give me A little respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i'm only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little something to make me sweeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby refrain from breaking my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im so in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ill be forever blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why youre making me work so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I should falter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you open your arms out to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can make love not war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And live at peace in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im so in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ill be forever blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What religion or reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could drive a man to forsake his lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont you tell me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont you tell me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont you tell me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont you tell me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im so in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll be forever blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know you’re making me work so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you give me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul, I hear you calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh baby please give a little respect to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/14687992-113950482757132435?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113950482757132435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113950482757132435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113950482757132435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113950482757132435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/02/cmon-give-me-little-respect.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113890044331532028</id><published>2006-02-03T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:14:03.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHS was disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we look on the brighter side of things : At least I made $22. Which.. wasn't even my own work : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i didn't even go through half of what some of the others did. But as mrs tan said, boys will be boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had LD after that, cheered me up by a lot. LD's the ultimate! can't wait for LD camp this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. and i fell sick again. i just noticed! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113890044331532028?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113890044331532028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113890044331532028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113890044331532028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113890044331532028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/02/chs-was-disappointing.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113871475560234903</id><published>2006-01-31T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T05:43:23.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tomorrow is school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is when i have to hand in this much homework.&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/14687992-113871475560234903?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113871475560234903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113871475560234903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113871475560234903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113871475560234903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/tomorrow-is-school.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113850796495346230</id><published>2006-01-29T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:13:24.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Clare's leaving in approximately three hours. We'll be leaving for the airport in about half an hour and right now, all her bags have been packed and left at the front door for an easier exit. I stayed up the whole night so that I could ensure that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could &lt;/span&gt;see her off but I ended up sleeping four hours and awoke at 10am. At least I still am sending her off. I slipped a letter into her wallet and hopefully she'll be able to read it on the plane back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I'll ever see her is probably December, or if like this year's case, probably in February next year again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/14747135760968l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/14747135760968l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to miss my big sister.&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/14687992-113850796495346230?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113850796495346230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113850796495346230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113850796495346230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113850796495346230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/clares-leaving-in-approximately-three.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113836892985801001</id><published>2006-01-27T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T05:36:52.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was... I dunno. Enlightening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clare, bri and charlotte came over to visit sngs and it was great. listened and laughed as they recounted the memories they had in their 10 years in stnicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only bad thing that happened today was that someone kicked my phone when i left it on the track with my wallet IN FRONT of MICHELLE ANNE LIM and it got a humongous, hideous, grotesque scratch across its front :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God didn't want to spare my pink samsung phone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went out with bri clare and charlotte and... bwong! you can't not say that I have learned a fucking shit lot today. The on-goings in the Teacher's World is fascinating, and i am safely able to proclaim that there is much, much more ready to be DUG OUT and discovered. but here's a bite of info:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwong has an English name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried guessing Farmer Wong and natalie guessed Waldo Wong. Sadly, we were both wrong. But at least his name sounds a lot better than the both of our guesses :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at the Big O, and that's when all the rest of whatever we learnt today started pouring out.&lt;br /&gt;interesting, really. it's good to have an insider of sngs as your friend's friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'd like to blog about something less mundane, but i'm shit tired and so.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i bought kinder surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113836892985801001?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113836892985801001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113836892985801001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113836892985801001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113836892985801001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113820351153419171</id><published>2006-01-25T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:40:39.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said somedays I feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I wanna quit and just be normal for a bit&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone&lt;br /&gt;I get along but your trips always feel so long&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself trying to stay by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Because your voice always helps me to not feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call&lt;br /&gt;And when I pick up I don't have much to say, so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little messed up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the place where you used to live&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbeque with burgers and ribs&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every halloween&lt;br /&gt;with candy by the pile but now&lt;br /&gt;you only stop by every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I find myself just filling my time&lt;br /&gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine and I plan to keep it that way&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little messed up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little messed up that&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debating&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sitting and hating and making these excuses&lt;br /&gt;For why you're not around, and feeling sorta useless&lt;br /&gt;It seems that one thing has been true all along&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you've got till its gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so&lt;br /&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Come back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113820351153419171?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113820351153419171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113820351153419171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113820351153419171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113820351153419171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/whered-you-go-i-miss-you-so-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113795344240096970</id><published>2006-01-23T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T10:11:02.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Billie Jean is not my lover&lt;br /&gt;She's just a girl who&lt;br /&gt;says that I am the one&lt;br /&gt;but the kid is not my son&lt;br /&gt;she says I am the one,&lt;br /&gt;but the kid is not my son&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/14687992-113795344240096970?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113795344240096970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113795344240096970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113795344240096970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113795344240096970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/billie-jean-is-not-my-lover-shes-just.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113795189782242897</id><published>2006-01-22T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T09:44:57.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Sister! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 18 this year. Currently in SG for holiday. I'm gonna miss you so much when you leave to return to melb. Stop cheating with huffy. I'll go say the rest to you in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-bird's farewell on Friday. Oh my god, it was great. Even Mr. Imran and Ballerina Wong came :D I wish I had more pictures but I kept taking them on waleng's camera and abandoned mine. like wah piao. Take on Waleng's never take on mine. anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/tt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/tt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Jo and Nat&lt;br /&gt;2. Joanna with...&lt;br /&gt;3. nat feels loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/tt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/tt1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. shanna, jie min, joanna,&lt;br /&gt;me, nat, mivio.&lt;br /&gt;5. :|&lt;br /&gt;6. Ah Puey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/tt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/tt2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Ah mao, ah ji, babiiex and chio mimi :)&lt;br /&gt;8. same.&lt;br /&gt;9/10. Spot the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/tt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/tt3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. funny?&lt;br /&gt;12. xinyi loves her food.&lt;br /&gt;13. EMCEES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/tt4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/tt4.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;14. mr imran's grand arrival&lt;br /&gt;15. a little confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;16. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/tt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/tt5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17. Ballerina Wong arrives!&lt;br /&gt;18. A little apology&lt;br /&gt;19/20: interrogation sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats about all the nice pics I have. I didn't feel like taking any more pictures towards the end, so there you go. lack. and geez, i have this really unglam picture of joanna sprawled across the floor that i am so willing to blackmail her with. um. not that she'd mind even if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; post it online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's joanna we're talking about, see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few notes: mr imran thinks that euginia tan is elizabeth tan's twin sister. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/tt6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/tt6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To e-bird, altho i seriously doubt you'll ever read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey birdie :) it's been a year since i first met you, and even tho i don't know you that well, i've really come to enjoy being your junior and your friend! all the times that we've spent together have been enjoyable and i will really miss them. the farewell party started out fantastic, but we were all dreading the reason of the party. I'll never forget that day and the immense fun we had. I hope you realise how lucky you are to have so many friends who care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your time in Perth, and don't forget us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you e-bird.&lt;br /&gt;billy bong loves you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god I'm starting to feel depressed all over again. There's a hist test later on and i haven't studied. i don't even listen to ms lai peck ee's lessons. its uh. kinda hard to even if you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ciao.&lt;br /&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/14687992-113795189782242897?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113795189782242897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113795189782242897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113795189782242897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113795189782242897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday-sister-shes-18-this.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113750873903999213</id><published>2006-01-17T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:38:59.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The teacher's glossary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a discussion. = COPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we referred to the book. = COPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gathered notes. = COPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She taught me. = COPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We inferred from the text. = COPY&lt;br /&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/14687992-113750873903999213?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113750873903999213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113750873903999213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113750873903999213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113750873903999213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/teachers-glossary-we-had-discussion.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113682891115040247</id><published>2006-01-10T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T09:48:31.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just been blog-hopping and I feel upset. my blog needs a new layout. Time to design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare's coming back on the 12th!&lt;br /&gt;Like God damn, isn't it time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I switch blog hosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fcouk.diary-x&lt;/span&gt; appeals to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113682891115040247?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113682891115040247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113682891115040247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113682891115040247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113682891115040247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-just-been-blog-hopping-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113667177939089288</id><published>2006-01-08T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:12:14.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF2324.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have a craving for fast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KFC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113667177939089288?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113667177939089288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113667177939089288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113667177939089288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113667177939089288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-suddenly-have-craving-for-fast-food.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113667081385355829</id><published>2006-01-08T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:56:12.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just woke up from a nap. I feel a little better, but I couldn't have chosen a worse time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 5:24 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME HOW TO GET BACK TO SLEEP?!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, i'll be so tired &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt; and then i'll be even more tired on Monday. I'm so sad. miss gwee wants me to create some buddy system with the list of phone numbers i got. i don't want to, but I'm the chairman of the Welfare society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing short of awful. I'm not at all elated at the fact that I've gotten a pretty position as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leader&lt;/span&gt; in class. Chairman! of Welfare Society!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know what? Every single person in class has a similiar position as mine. WAHAHAHA. and you know what I have to do? when people are sick, it's my job to call them and tell them what they have to do for homework. God damn it, I don't even know what's going on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to do buddy systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sniff sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, I've been pretty okay lately. Today held the CCA fair. i'm not so into details. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway afterwards me and nat went to j8 to watch Chronicles of Narnia. Okay la. Just found Lucy's pug-like face rather disturbing. But cheers to her acting. Not bad for someone her age! But Dakota Fanning's her age too, and her acting is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching the War of the Worlds again. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm i'll get lost now. it's pouring outside and my aircon is on at 16 degrees celcius and i'm going to become shrivelled like a prune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113667081385355829?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113667081385355829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113667081385355829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113667081385355829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113667081385355829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-woke-up-from-nap.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113579656128670004</id><published>2005-12-29T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:55:32.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;British slangs and their meanings. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;Rofl, check &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20%3Ca%20href=" 20href=""&gt;http://bash.org/?111338&lt;/a&gt; out!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dick around&lt;/strong&gt; Vulgar&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To spend time idly; fool around.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;2. To be sexually promiscuous.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British for ass, e.g. "piece of arse," "up your arse," "arse wipe," "Tom's an arse," "arsing about," "arse-over-tit" (a bad fall), or "tight as a duck's arse."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOG'S BOLLOCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an expression in the UK which means "The best!" &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;E.G "Marty's new car is the dog's bullocks!" aka "the mutt's nuts."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;UK people say weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; "Dang! My new class is going to be &lt;strong&gt;THE MUTT'S NUTS&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon I'll be using this new phrase pretty frequently..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113579656128670004?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113579656128670004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113579656128670004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113579656128670004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113579656128670004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/british-slangs-and-their-meanings.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113566836452368945</id><published>2005-12-27T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:26:04.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a crowded room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends with tired eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm hiding from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and your soul of ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my God I thought you were someone to rely on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;face on a lover with a fire in his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a man under cover when you tore me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ooh ooh, now I've found a real love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll never fool me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;merry christmas, everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/14687992-113566836452368945?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113566836452368945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113566836452368945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113566836452368945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113566836452368945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/crowded-room-friends-with-tired-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113518262196054410</id><published>2005-12-22T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:35:23.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fan-sites.org/leung/gallery/albums/userpics/10004/candid_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="334" alt="" src="http://fan-sites.org/leung/gallery/albums/userpics/10004/candid_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://fan-sites.org/leung/gallery/albums/userpics/10004/candid_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="334" alt="" src="http://fan-sites.org/leung/gallery/albums/userpics/10004/candid_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that's Katie Leung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why she does those kind of things to her hair is beyond me, but anyway, no matter what everyone says, I think she is &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; for Cho Chang's part. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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="center"&gt;Why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Because they are both whiny little bitches who end up being hated in the end anyway. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&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;End of story. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;Wahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113518262196054410?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113518262196054410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113518262196054410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113518262196054410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113518262196054410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/yes-thats-katie-leung.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113508748173801598</id><published>2005-12-20T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T06:05:32.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8336326914160790207&amp;q=wazzup"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8336326914160790207&amp;amp;q=wazzup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah. Wazzup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113508748173801598?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113508748173801598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113508748173801598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113508748173801598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113508748173801598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/httpvideo.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113501319123215285</id><published>2005-12-20T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T09:26:31.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hi i am the amiable mag. i am not a fat bun, i am not a pork bun, and i am not the obese cho chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't like sparry potter, who is a fat black sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the lord of the rings on channel five and there is only one sentence to describe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fascinated with they way they're able to make the hobbits look so short! :D how do they do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was eventful, i woke at 7am and i went off to wait at YCK mrt FOR ONE HOUR to have nat tell me that they've been doing the exact same thing at Macs. Wah, so bloody smart right. But seeing how they never notified me, I got treated to one can of milo. muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went over to Northpoint for lunch and then we headed over to jo's, where we did interesting things like doing school work. I managed to finish my MATHS but sadly, i left my work in natalie's bag. what fucking good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF2215.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/DSCF2215.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Power Ranger fans&lt;br /&gt;(Sparry Potter actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not so many photos were taken cos i only remembered my camera after we left jo's house. there was a little ordeal btwn me and nat, deciding whether or not i should share a cab with her back home or take a bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mag: i can save cash.&lt;br /&gt;nat: that's stupid. i'm sparry potter.&lt;br /&gt;mag: i'm serious man, taking bus alright?&lt;br /&gt;nat: okay. i'm sparry.&lt;br /&gt;mag: okay, see you then.&lt;br /&gt;nat: serious? okay bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mag turns around to see the bus she was supposed to take already a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mag: OMFG NAT I'M NOT SERIOUS&lt;br /&gt;nat: ?&lt;br /&gt;mag: WAIT FOR ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had to run across the road like a mad chicken to chase after nat so that she wouldn't leave in the cab before me. how sad :( nat was very tickled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up sparry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i dug up some old photos from when i was still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 298px;" class="pic" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/DSCF2176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/d62013df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 261px; height: 196px;" class="pic" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/d62013df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/2250736f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=14687992" style="width: 272px; height: 205px;" class="pic" rc="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/2250736f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you disagree that I looked like an angel, you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't believe that I really am so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas is leaving for Hong Kong today, to Disneyland, which according to Amanda Goh Tsu Yi is a terrible, terrible place to visit. oh dear. let's just hope that jas's expectations arent that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113501319123215285?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113501319123215285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113501319123215285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113501319123215285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113501319123215285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-i-am-amiable-mag.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113490669853344507</id><published>2005-12-18T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T03:51:38.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fairly boorish and irritable mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Mania ensues, my story has been added to a C2 community. hahaha!  great accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i slept earlier yesterday, around 11/12 and i'm decidedly pleased with that. woke up at 6am today, and had a very disturbing made-up dream. i should stop thinking like a sex maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT THAT I AM, ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posts will be slightly boring-er from now on, i have no energy to blog about witty and crappy conversational topics. go to natalie's blog to be for your constant updates on BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, my holiday is getting devoured slowly.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will go for study sessions with the rest :)&lt;br /&gt;that's good, i will actually find some time to do my holiday homework.&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/14687992-113490669853344507?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113490669853344507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113490669853344507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113490669853344507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113490669853344507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/mm.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113477369590906025</id><published>2005-12-17T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:54:55.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear me say please&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, don't go&lt;br /&gt;Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're giving me too many things&lt;br /&gt;Lately you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love you&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean I have to meet your father?&lt;br /&gt;When we are older you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;What I meant when I said "No,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think life is quite that simple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear me say please&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, don't go&lt;br /&gt;Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily things that keep us all busy&lt;br /&gt;Are confusing me&lt;br /&gt;That's when you came to me and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wish I could prove I love you&lt;br /&gt;But does that mean I have to walk on water?&lt;br /&gt;When we are older you'll understand&lt;br /&gt;It's enough when I say so&lt;br /&gt;And maybe some things are that simple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear me say please&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, don't go&lt;br /&gt;Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lies beyond this morning&lt;br /&gt;Is a little later on&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear me say please&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, don't go&lt;br /&gt;Simple and clean is the way that you're making me feel tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lies beyond this morning&lt;br /&gt;Is a little later on&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's like before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Whatever lies beyond this morning&lt;br /&gt;Is a little later on&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's like before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113477369590906025?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113477369590906025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113477369590906025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113477369590906025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113477369590906025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-you-walk-away-you-dont-hear-me_17.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113434412625647890</id><published>2005-12-12T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T15:41:04.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn Bored. cannot make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These past few days I've been staying at home, sleeping at 6-8am, terrible. Besides the one or two times I've went out with family and friends, I've been staying at home &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r o t t i ng.&lt;/span&gt; By the time school starts I'll be a pile of bones. I am, after all, stuck at home practically 24/7 like a little hermit man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I seeeriously need to go find something more productive to do. Been writing stuff, i think nat/lyd/jas would know, but even during that period, I'll be stuck on the computer. Okay. I must find something to do before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here's our task! (Make a list of activities to do before School starts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rules: It must be an outdoor activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shit. brain damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh yeah. this morning woke up at 3am. I've got to go to school at 9 for LD. Well um. List later, School now.&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/14687992-113434412625647890?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113434412625647890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113434412625647890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113434412625647890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113434412625647890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113374233814162719</id><published>2005-12-05T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:25:38.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Results from my boredom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://timidity.org/tests/gryff_code.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1105705454hp-slytherin.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to Slytherin!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Founder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Salazar Slytherin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;House Head&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  Professor Snape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ghost&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  The Bloody Baron&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://injenn.net/%7Etania/sorting.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://injenn.net/%7Etania/hufflepufflink.jpg" alt="Hufflepuff!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://injenn.net/%7Etania/sorting.html"&gt;Sort me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;(this is just wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matt-home.freeserve.co.uk/sounds/excellent.wav"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excellent"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://homepage.ntlworld.com/matthew.barr1/simpsons/mrburns.gif" alt="Mr Burns - Image Copyright Fox" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.matthewbarr.co.uk/simpsons/"&gt;You are Mr. Montgomery Burns!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blazedflamez666/1040602865_EMyDocumentssandy.jpg" alt="your sandy!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strong yet sweet like Sandy, and just like&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo...no matter where you go you know where&lt;br /&gt;you came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blazedflamez666/quizzes/Which%20Spongebob%20Squarepants%20Character%20Are%20You%20Most%20Like%3F/"&gt; Which Spongebob Squarepants Character Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 110px;" src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/Varuna/1037003302_ouAreSora1.jpg" alt="Sora" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Varuna/quizzes/Which%20Kingdom%20Hearts%20Character%20are%20You%20Most%20Like%3F/"&gt; Which Kingdom Hearts Character are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113374233814162719?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113374233814162719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113374233814162719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113374233814162719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113374233814162719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/results-from-my-boredom-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113357192318357824</id><published>2005-12-03T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:08:40.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OH MY GOD TA MA DE! JASMINE KHOO IS A JINX!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear! You look at this!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jas:&lt;/strong&gt; aiya mrs chan, your baking cannot make it one la. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;your oven will surely break down or smth.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jas:&lt;/strong&gt; but i bid you good luck.&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;Oh my god! She cursed me right there and then, and you know what? my oven didn't work. why? i have no idea, every time i switched it on, it made some funny whurring sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my god, jas :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't curse me like that next time. Now I don't know when I'll ever be able to bake my banana muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Banana muffins :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, onto brighter subjects in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had made plans to go to escape with miv, nat, issy, ele, joanna and steph on mon but the plans seem a bit messy. I meant the theme park, i'm not a damn prison convict for god's sake, but anyhow.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got off the phone with lydia last night with the knowledge that two girls got flung off a roller coaster just recently while at escape. god forbid. someone please tell me that this is a lie, that she is kidding me, and not deprive me of my little kiddy desires.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WANT TO GO TO ESCAPE THEME PARK. grarr.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but is it true? someone can post a tag and tell me, it'd be very much appreciated. I'm still sore over the fact that I am unable to bake my muffins. i paid $5.56 for it, okay.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lydia's coming over later for a little bit of fun. we'll be doing god knows what from 11, and then at night we're going to watch some horror flick downstairs with junk food piled to the heavens.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder if I'll be able to sleep afterwards. Not that I'm able to sleep now anyway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been awake since 2pm yesterday. Rob called me a zombie. I will make him resent that :D&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but cheerios, i'm about to grab something to eat. not banana muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113357192318357824?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113357192318357824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113357192318357824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113357192318357824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113357192318357824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-my-god-ta-ma-de-jasmine-khoo-is.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113343483983926519</id><published>2005-12-01T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T03:00:39.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hey, believe it or not, I'm going to bake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found a box of Banana-flavoured Cake Mix in NTUC and decided to experiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What! I used to bake in P4, okay! Chocolate muffins... And they tasted pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's going to be dinner soon, I'm wondering whether I can save enough time for my baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm going to use Delifrance as my inspiration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Off I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dec 1. i am starting to appreciate my holiday.&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/14687992-113343483983926519?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113343483983926519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113343483983926519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113343483983926519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113343483983926519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-believe-it-or-not-im-going-to-bake.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113319753109644430</id><published>2005-11-29T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T09:07:10.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fag.grm.hia.no/fagstoff/sveinon/comics/findX.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fag.grm.hia.no/fagstoff/sveinon/comics/findX.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honestly, I would have given that answer full marks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113319753109644430?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113319753109644430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113319753109644430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113319753109644430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113319753109644430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/httpfag.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113302373580038731</id><published>2005-11-26T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:02:53.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Drama Competition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Best Production! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats and good job for all those who participated, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soopong (Father)&lt;br /&gt;Euge (Ah Seng friend/drug addict/ribbon drug)&lt;br /&gt;Mivio (Ghost of Charlie)&lt;br /&gt;Joanna (6-year-old Charlie)&lt;br /&gt;Tanny (Charlie's mum/clubber)&lt;br /&gt;Diana (9-year-old Charlie/clubber)&lt;br /&gt;E-bird (Clubber)&lt;br /&gt;Julia (Clubber)&lt;br /&gt;Cindy (Director) &amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANGLING! thanks for coming to support and help us! and Mrs Lee too. Unexpected arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was estactic when they announced our name for the award. Since it was the very last to be presented, you don't know how strong the impact on us was. one mo we felt so lousy, and another mo we were overcome with a sense of utter euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played Charlie, the 16-year-old son who was so pressurized by his dominating and overprotective dad (a police officer) and turned to drugs. The play is full of flashbacks. Thinking back, I think we did really well. PROUD OF YOU! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have millions of photos to upload, all coming up soon, yeah? yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/--.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/--.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113302373580038731?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113302373580038731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113302373580038731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113302373580038731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113302373580038731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/drama-competition-we-got-best.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113242838301121706</id><published>2005-11-20T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T11:30:41.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hello, i just finished reading 390 pages of Harry Potter's The Half-Blood Prince. it's my first time apparently. i am very thrilled. in fact i know about &lt;s&gt;4/5&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;95%&lt;/i&gt; of whatever that has happened. I just happen to have a soft spot for spoilers. A habit of which i'm trying desperately to throw off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dearies, i've watched harry potty and the GOF, and let's say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was regrettably awwwful. :(&lt;br /&gt;the scenes that they were portrayed were nice, but eeew so damn exaggerated, some of them. i'd actually start vomitting the whole contents of the movie right here, but i know a good few who would make me resent that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess, &lt;i&gt;ahem&lt;/i&gt;, that you'll just have to &lt;i&gt;watch it for yourself&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;KEKEKEKEKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still have to quench my own desires. i shall start criticising MOST of the characters in the movie. i have a feeling this is going to be god damn long, but anyway, we shall start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cedric diggory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looks like a druggy! and his character in the story is so damn unlike the one in the story book. in the previews of the movie i saw, he looked so god damn hot, but in the movie he just looked like he escaped from rehab or something. if that's possible. oh yeah. he looks like.. a iguana. for some reason. and then there's this scene where he and his daddy go *flying* down from the heavens after he grabs the portkey to the World Cup. oh my god i was having fits of giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viktor krum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they modified his body structure. a lot of skele-stretching. cos he's not that tall and skinny. but if he really were in real life, oooh i like man. a bit like what the others say, he's a bit act-macho man. but i found the part when all the girls started following him around everywhere very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ron weasley:&lt;/span&gt; ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hermione granger:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so pretty! :D SHARP contrast to ron weasley. when she was descending down the stairs in her pink dress(supposedly periwinkle blue in the book) she looked absolutely.. GORGEOUS. i loved that part of the movie the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harry potter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acting's gotten better, his hair sucks. his taste for girls.. sucks too. boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cho chang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; she is the filthy toe rag. SO GOD DAMN UGLY LA DISGRACE TO ASIAN GIRLS. her scottish accent put me off completely! "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohbythewaythestairsareveryslippery&lt;/span&gt;!" she sounded like she really need to go and have a pee. the cast directors need to get replaced. pui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fleur delacour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too plain. her nostrils are too big. i liked her swimming costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumblydorr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Welcome the new generation HIPPY! who ties his beard in a cool hip ponytail with bells, who shouts too god damn bloody much, who's got too much marijuana to control his damn bloody temper. i like his hat too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that gotta conclude, it's currently 3:24am, (hoho!)&lt;br /&gt;and my dad's still prowling outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in mortal peril every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog some more next time.&lt;br /&gt;we performed at the national fire prevention launch! it was okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113242838301121706?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113242838301121706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113242838301121706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113242838301121706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113242838301121706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/hello-i-just-finished-reading-390.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113231561736555496</id><published>2005-11-18T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T04:09:53.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was oreo's birthday, whoop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the little guy is now three. he seems to be getting older. if im not wrong, in dog years, he's 21. eligible to watch R-rated movies. yay.&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;yesterday, went for dinner with wangling and steph at sakae sushi, then had rehearsals at my house!&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;had two very unpleasant cab rides before that. the first one didn't know where the hell J8 was, and the other was too... talkative.&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;the first cab driver was an old guy who was quite nice at first. then he started driving the wrong way, and since i didn't really know where we were, i couldnt direct him to the right place.&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;strong&gt;cab driver:&lt;/strong&gt; How come you don't even know where you're going??? (in mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not familiar with this place, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cab driver:&lt;/strong&gt; Then how you expect me to go there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; I thought you would know, since you're a cab driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cab driver:&lt;/strong&gt; no! wrong! I am new! *starts speaking in hokkien, probably a lot of vulgarities*&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;at this point I grew damn fed up of trying to be polite so I told him to just drop me off, after about an hour of getting lost in singapore. he dropped me off in orchard.&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;the bill was ridiculously high, but at least the cab driver cut it into half for the inconvenience caused. dont get me wrong, i was grateful, but shit, these drivers should learn to be better in mannerisms.&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;the second guy was an indian driver who was very nice. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i got off the phone with my mum telling her i couldn't get dinner probably cos i almost busted my whole wallet for the first cab ride, and i think i sounded pretty frustrated, CONSIDERING I WAS STUCK IN A CAB FOR ALMOST AN HOUR, BATTLING A UNCOOPERATIVE CABBIE.&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;strong&gt;2nd cab driver:&lt;/strong&gt; are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; uh. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd cab driver:&lt;/strong&gt; you know, i charge you a little less, it's ok. i have three daughters, i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; no no i have enough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the overfriendly cabbie launches into a story about how when he was young and bla bla bla-&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;i didnt get a word in and when he finally dropped me off, i threw ten bucks at him and fled from the cab as fast i could.&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;singapore's cab drivers are so amusing.&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;but anyway, on to dinner. was okay, very short, since i was late for ONE HOUR and we were supposed to meet the others at yck mrt. nicole was waiting there for some time already, so we had some advice for her.&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;strong&gt;wangling:&lt;/strong&gt; go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nic:&lt;/strong&gt; NO SHOPS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wangling:&lt;/strong&gt; go kiss some boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nic:&lt;/strong&gt; SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mag:&lt;/strong&gt; go make friends with the customs office guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nic:&lt;/strong&gt; BYE.&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;and when we arrived, i found out that the guy she was supposedly going to make friends with was a repulsively BIG man with a moustache. HA HA HA so funny.&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;after waiting for a while for the rest to arrive, we took separate cabs back to my house and had more dinner for those who hadnt eaten. grilled chicken, some pork, and some long tong. whatever that is.&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;then we moved onto rehearsals. damn fun. we kept messing around instead of rehearsing, but i couldnt really join in cos half the time, i was away walking people out to catch a cab/bus or walking people in. SO TIRING! AHHHH.&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;but in overall it was fun.&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;tomorrow is the launch of National Fire Prevention at Compasspoint. whoot! again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know last time during open house we were screwy la, but it's been a while, we're going to do our best tomorrow!&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;if you want to come support us (it's an open performance),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;go to wangling's blog for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks nat, joanna and steph for coming to support!&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;we're going to watch GOF and a little shopping afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOF's supposedly lousy and a failure of the rest, but i still want to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOF is my favourite book of all!&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;I think Stanislav Ianevski would be hot if he weren't so stocky. I was hoping he would be more lanky and taller. After reading that story i've been particularly favourable towards him. yoohoo, Stanislav!&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;he's really bulgarian, by the way, if you think his name is weird.&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;toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113231561736555496?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113231561736555496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113231561736555496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113231561736555496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113231561736555496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday-was-oreos-birthday-whoopthe.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113214460746970057</id><published>2005-11-16T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T04:36:47.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid jas influenced me to go oy, woy and all those singlish slangs and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOY!&lt;br /&gt;this week was exciting. yes yes things in life are getting more interesting by the day. our victim is not trying any harder to suppress her stupidity nor her poseurness. hee. too bad we're not seeing her any time soon. i'll miss her, yes we will won't we, nat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday we had fire prevention rehearsals at wang ling's house. so fun! while waiting for the sec threes to arrive, me and wang ling played para para on her ps2. now i know why she has that weird obsession over it. whee. haven't played it in a long time. its wayyy better than playing in the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the sec threes came but we just moved on to tekken 5. haha wang ling's and diana's playing positions were damn funny. wang ling was laughing at diana, but do you see any difference?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/dianawangling.png"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 114px;" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/dianawangling.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;added a caption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think wang ling's house is v nice. the lighting and everything is very classy. but wangling, even after staying there for like how many years, can't even remember which switch turns on which light. stupid. but eh, i don't really remember mine either. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow dinner with wang ling, diana and steph at 5, and then they're coming to my house for fire prevention rehearsals. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye.&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/14687992-113214460746970057?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113214460746970057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113214460746970057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113214460746970057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113214460746970057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/oyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113180869689174096</id><published>2005-11-13T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:50:59.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's something to blog about, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day yesterday was very exciting. I almost lost both my wallet and camera (ahem, no surprises there), had an adventurous trip to the DBS arts centre, met a couple of lecherous bastards, and ooh, interesting events galore. In fact, my day was so exciting that I am only able to pen down like 1/100 of the events that happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, who cares about the trip. we shall talk about the main thing, which was of course, our beloved storytellers' performances. Wow. so damn enriching and interesting man. I bet the only reason that some people in the audience slept was only because they spent so much energy being excited and waiting for the show to start that they were overcome with fatigue and, had to succumb to their weaknesses and fell asleep. two examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/&lt;br /&gt;%20%2047b5cf33b3127cce9854895c83d900000027108AauWLds0YuE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/&lt;br /&gt;%20%2047b5cf33b3127cce9854895c83d900000020108AauWLds0YuE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/%20procgserv/&lt;br /&gt;%2047b5cf33b3127cce9854895d02e800000027108AauWLds0YuE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/%20procgserv/&lt;br /&gt;%2047b5cf33b3127cce9854895d02e800000020108AauWLds0YuE" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee. so nice. other than the show, we had a fun time, the six of us. me, leanor, nat, mivio, issy and JOANNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 232px; height: 164px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/02/94/13024920/19199138223600l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i love all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards me and nat went to town, not for long tho. i went there JUST TO FOLLOW NAT AROUND TO BUY HER STUPID WALLET AND PENCILCASE. all of which are quite nice tho, but that's not the point! lousy nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted new pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113180869689174096?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113180869689174096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113180869689174096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113180869689174096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113180869689174096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/aaaye-todays-something-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113172905115003224</id><published>2005-11-12T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:10:51.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;God, how I love halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;issy's halloween party was great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loved the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting nat and joanna at amk mrt later at 12:45. hmm, wonder if i'll wake up by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call you up in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;Like a firefly without a light&lt;br /&gt;You were there like a blowtorch burning&lt;br /&gt;I was a key that could use a little turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired that I couldn't even sleep&lt;br /&gt;So many secrets I couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't weep&lt;br /&gt;One more promise I couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems no one can help me now,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in too deep; there's no way out&lt;br /&gt;This time I have really led myself astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train, never going back&lt;br /&gt;Wrong way on a one-way track&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me remember how to smile?&lt;br /&gt;Make it somehow all seem worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;How on earth did I get so jaded?&lt;br /&gt;Life's mystery seems so faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go where no one else can go&lt;br /&gt;I know what no one else knows&lt;br /&gt;Here I am just a-drownin' in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With a ticket for a runaway train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything seems cut and dried,&lt;br /&gt;Day and night, earth and sky,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train, never going back&lt;br /&gt;Wrong way on a one-way track&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a ticket for a runaway train&lt;br /&gt;Like a madman laughing at the rain&lt;br /&gt;A little out of touch, a little insane&lt;br /&gt;It's just easier than dealing with the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train, never going back&lt;br /&gt;Wrong way on a one-way track&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I should be getting somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I'm neither here nor there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train, never coming back&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train, tearing up the track&lt;br /&gt;Runaway train, burning in my veins&lt;br /&gt;I run away but it always seems the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113172905115003224?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113172905115003224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113172905115003224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113172905115003224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113172905115003224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-how-i-love-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113170619730546019</id><published>2005-11-11T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:49:57.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess that this is where we've come to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't want to, then you don't have to believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ld drama workshop yesterday - fun! woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i overdid my improv tho. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nov's going to be one hell of a month, with LD and all. but hey, i'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's storyteller's showcase, going to watch.&lt;br /&gt;meeting the other's at 12:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, been feeling somewhat.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nostalgic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh. but it's fun to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;somewhat. i'm thinking about skipping maths remedial on mon.&lt;br /&gt;im not planning to meet the person i've been avoiding all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got off the phone with nat.&lt;br /&gt;she is a dweeb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha! see you then.&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/14687992-113170619730546019?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113170619730546019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113170619730546019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113170619730546019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113170619730546019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-guess-that-this-is-where-weve-come.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113153113574527169</id><published>2005-11-09T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T02:17:58.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel particularly pleased and proud of myself at this moment. I have pulled off something so terribly childish, I feel accomplished. MMmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, I haven't been blogging for a while, have I!&lt;br /&gt;and during my month-long hiatus, things have gotten a lot more excitable. but i am so excited now, i am unable to lift another finger to type down whatever has happened. too much energy required, see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore we start anew with my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i feel fresh. hoot hoot. new blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you will see that reeeeeally unglamourous video of natalie singing and dancing (screeching and wailing and stomping around) once i figure out how to transfer it from my phone to my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113153113574527169?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113153113574527169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113153113574527169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113153113574527169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113153113574527169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-feel-particularly-pleased-and-proud_09.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-113146968884925081</id><published>2005-11-09T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:08:08.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mag's back :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-113146968884925081?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/113146968884925081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=113146968884925081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113146968884925081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/113146968884925081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/11/mags-back-d.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112827014308929099</id><published>2005-10-03T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:22:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Popular searches in my network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. zodiac love match&lt;br /&gt;   2. kim wakerman&lt;br /&gt;   3. samsung E630&lt;br /&gt;   4. nike bags&lt;br /&gt;   5. what is the meaning of my name&lt;br /&gt;   6. fun personality tests&lt;br /&gt;   7. Hebeèµ°å…‰&lt;br /&gt;   8. CHINESE SONGS lyrics&lt;br /&gt;   9. å§å§æ•™å¼Ÿå¼Ÿåšçˆ±&lt;br /&gt;  10. how to ask someone out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! See the minor but NOTICEABLE CHANGE? Good. Let that skank be put in her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw my mum just locked my computer with a password. I think it'll do me good for the few more weeks that will count to my final PPR. Oh my god, you can actually feel the "oh time passes so quickly" shit coming on already. i know its damn fucking irritating to hear this la, but i will still harp on about it anyway. everyone must know how woe betided me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when i stuck a marker into gohfish's bottle of Ice Mountain water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday we were teasing rachel koh for her plain revoltingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when i nearly punched nellie koh in the face for her audacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when gael and i caused all sorts of chaos possible merely to spite gohfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when i looked like a big fat loser with glasses and a big black turban for hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when i was praying to pass the cut-off point for PSLE to get into st nicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when it was orientation, and i was busy picking who to be my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when i was mocking sarah to be a little wussy pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when i was touring the school during CCA fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like just yesterday when i was auditioning for ELDDS and got in! (that was such an emotional affair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bla bla bla i could list all my little childish fantasies but it just wouldn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i end the post by saying goodnight and that the next time you see me blogging could be in a exceptionally long period. and by mentioning exceptionally, i mean &lt;b&gt;exceptionally&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;may these dreams last forever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112827014308929099?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112827014308929099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112827014308929099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112827014308929099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112827014308929099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/10/popular-searches-in-my-net_112827014308929099.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112790489656946567</id><published>2005-09-28T18:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T05:30:57.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Popular searches in my network&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. kim wakerman&lt;br /&gt; 2. samsung E630&lt;br /&gt; 3. what is the meaning of my name&lt;br /&gt; 4. fun personality tests&lt;br /&gt; 5. Hebeèµ°å…‰&lt;br /&gt; 6. CHINESE SONGS lyrics&lt;br /&gt; 7. å§å§æ•&lt;br /&gt; 8. how to ask someone out&lt;br /&gt; 9. how to tell if a guy likes you&lt;br /&gt;10. MY NAME IN JAPANESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we look at number one. Why the fuck? Who the hell wants to look for kim wakerman on friendster?! What a total.. wuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw been talking to some people. i've never met a person i wanted to get away from as quickly as possible before. she's an absolute epitome of disaster, and the irony of it all was that i was actually her good friend once. now all i want to do is get her off my back and do it for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm. maybe i was just slow in getting the vibes. or i'm just getting too petty. i'd list out the bad and good qualities of *, our dear friend just right here, but let's just say she's in a bad state right now and if she ever chanced upon my site, it'd just do more damage to her already gruesomely distorted life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hem hem. got tuition in a matter of minutes, i shall now take my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112790489656946567?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112790489656946567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112790489656946567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112790489656946567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112790489656946567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/09/popular-searches-in-my-network-1_28.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112774025266282283</id><published>2005-09-26T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T06:10:52.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOT GOOD BEGINNING OF WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a new book today. it had a fascinating cover and i loved it to bits *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt;* some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but due to self concerns, i will not be able to disclose the name of the book :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall go and mug for chinese spelling and what not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112774025266282283?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112738564043336072</id><published>2005-09-22T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T03:40:40.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Mum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had simple dinner at Aunt Kim's today, korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love my mum. haha, even tho it was her birthday, i had my demands too. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;last night was sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at 1159 i made a decision to get off school today so mum forced me to get my booty down to walk oreo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i hopped into my adidas, grabbed a mars bar, grabbed melissa's zen micro and scuttled down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;listening to 'Black Maria' while eating a mars bar and walking your dog simultaneously at midnight rocks, man. i should do it more often. but the best part of it was when i saw a guy sitting on a bench strumming a guitar. he went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"amboleh" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*strum strum strum*&lt;/span&gt; "amboleh amboleh amboleh HEY HEY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was so tickled when he realised that about four or five people were staring at him, me and several other security guards. his friends started laughing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in conclusion, last night was pimpin'. i was just there walking a very happy oreo at 12:13am, while munching away at a mars bar and jiggling to some good music on a school night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going down to walk oreo again.&lt;br /&gt;&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/14687992-112738564043336072?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112738564043336072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112738564043336072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112738564043336072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112738564043336072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-mum-had-simple-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112689848176410517</id><published>2005-09-17T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:21:21.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;damn. never had a place for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently chiding myself for not being more observant. just realized how bloody oblivious ive been to my surroundings, i really should get more around the block. i think about my own problems too much to give a fuck about other things. 'haps i should just ban myself from the computer and start doing more recreational activities and stop being such a stoner. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE DONT CLASSIFY ME UNDER THE NO-LIFE CATEGORY WITH NATALIE HUANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl. she's a gone-case! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* btw i did some NOTES in your sing to the dawn book. some nice captions! YOU BETTER APPRECIATE IT, MISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tdy was .. OKAY la. as usual. a tad more sluggish and dull. what used to stirr my excitement just sizzled and died today. stayed back for maths remedial, but i dont think it actually did much to improve my revolting excuse of what i call maths. i must make a point to study more during the weekend. but im always forgetting the points i make so whats the point? (pardon me for the lame joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and 10 minutes later my mum left for her tutorial. BLAH. was left home alone with oreo, and as expected, chaotic! i auto-reheated my whole dinner but the noodle mushroom/toufu/chicken dish nearly burned into crisp. damn my cooking skills suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i felt tired and fell asleep, and since i locked the front door and my mum dint take the keys with her, she was locked out for a good deal of time before i woke up :/ i got a nice amount of missed calls and smses on my phone. and then a lot of screaming and lecturing afterwards. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum-up of the first week of term 4 of school: um. good la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some nice stuff happened tho. we got our LD badges on thurs and i got my game on tuesday.&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/14687992-112689848176410517?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112689848176410517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112689848176410517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112689848176410517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112689848176410517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112653707265667825</id><published>2005-09-12T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:04:19.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When/What comes to mind when you hear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Car: &lt;/span&gt;red sports car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Murder: &lt;/span&gt;uhm. Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Cape: &lt;/span&gt;Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Penis: &lt;/span&gt;Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Cell: &lt;/span&gt;Prison Cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Shoe: &lt;/span&gt;Kicking someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Fun:&lt;/span&gt; Escape Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Crush: &lt;/span&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Music: &lt;/span&gt;Stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Chalk: &lt;/span&gt;bug-eyed beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Peace:&lt;/span&gt; Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Movie: &lt;/span&gt;Stealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Sex: &lt;/span&gt;Phoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Slut:&lt;/span&gt; Wangling :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Son:&lt;/span&gt; Nicole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. hotel:&lt;/span&gt; Ritz Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17: Computer Game:&lt;/span&gt; The Sims 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Friend:&lt;/span&gt; Sarah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Cheese:&lt;/span&gt; Nat! She's full of CHEESY and LAME jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Joy:&lt;/span&gt; oreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Love&lt;/span&gt;: Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Laugh:&lt;/span&gt; Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Spoilt:&lt;/span&gt; me and oreo. haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Regret:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;The stars and the moon.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Alone: &lt;/span&gt;bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt; LD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Ice:&lt;/span&gt; Gael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Shit:&lt;/span&gt; Natalie. Full of shit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Homework:&lt;/span&gt; DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Animal:&lt;/span&gt; Joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112653707265667825?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112653707265667825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112653707265667825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112653707265667825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112653707265667825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/09/whenwhat-comes-to-mind-when-you-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112620692697956012</id><published>2005-09-09T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T12:24:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello. I've officially been awake for more than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big accomplishment big accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to jurong east with gael and company for ice-skating/snowball-hurling. Was fun, but din't take many shots due to the fact that my camera was left in the locker throughout the day and taking it out would mean sacrificing another one-dollar coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something that we all unfortunately, lacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, enjoyable dinner at takeru's, learnt more valuable lessons about drug and alcohol abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/cambod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/200/cambod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hurrah. I guess people change throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched &lt;b&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/b&gt;. Name sounds too cheesy and long to remember. Had to refer to the CD cover for the third time to type the name out. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the show is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem ahem. time for mag's movie review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show's not so cliched as those usual boring and boorish old english movies!&lt;br /&gt;I liked this one a lot. I guess I just dig hot people in hot olden-day English outfits. but we really have to take our hats off to the person who did the casting! please. these people are HOT. The days when Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, Keirra Knightley, Tom Cruise and Kirsten Dunst reigned are over. we must learn to move on and make room for new people.&lt;br /&gt;(note that I did not say "younger".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/touchstone_pictures/the_count_of_monte_cristo/henry_cavill/count.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/touchstone_pictures/the_count_of_monte_cristo/henry_cavill/count.jpg" alt="" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.all-pictures-photos.com/images/dagmara-dominczyk/dagmara-dominczyk-005-img.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.all-pictures-photos.com/images/dagmara-dominczyk/dagmara-dominczyk-005-img.jpg" alt="she's a slut, but still very pretty." /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1065917410163_2003/10/14/jim_cavaziel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffxImage/urlpicture_id_1065917410163_2003/10/14/jim_cavaziel.jpg" alt=":D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thespiannet.com/actors/P/pearce_guy/gp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.thespiannet.com/actors/P/pearce_guy/gp.jpg" alt="*dies*" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tell me la. are these people not to die for. my personal favourite is all but Miss Dominczyk. She's a bitch whore slut whack and I just wanted to break the TV box when there was this hot making-out session between her and Jim Caviezel. Like hello?! She married your fucking best friend a week/month after your death and claims that she still loves you 16 years later. She deserves to be fucked by a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. that sounded sick but-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT, that cunt was also supposed to be Henry Cavill's &lt;b&gt;ma&lt;/b&gt;. YOU LOOK AT THOSE TWO PICTURES. They look like fucking siblings, &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;? Absolutely Scandalous. Those damned make-up artists should at least have done something to make her look older at least. You don't look like a hot chick when youre supposed to be a saggy fat hen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway the show is nice, I'm sorry if I'm like damn outdated to point it out now like four years after the show made its debut but I just discovered it in my dad's CD collection. It's not damn fucking bloody good or anyth, but I like old English shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I end my blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112620692697956012?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112620692697956012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112620692697956012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112620692697956012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112620692697956012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello_09.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112601850844600427</id><published>2005-09-06T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T07:55:08.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey look, that's Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffiscool.com/numanuma.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jeffiscool.com/numanuma.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find better things to do.&lt;br /&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/14687992-112601850844600427?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112601850844600427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112601850844600427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112601850844600427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112601850844600427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey-look-thats-amanda-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112559052627699678</id><published>2005-09-01T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T09:12:40.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;late nights again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in three minutes time, i'll be experiencing the last day of school. at least fer another week. hmm. gotta make plans to occupy myself before i turn into a hunk of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to do something like cheer my dog up. Noticed how meaningless he found life when i saw him crouched under the sofa looking very sad indeed. I should bring him around town more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF1357.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF1360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF1360.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF1362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF1362.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry oreo. i will try to add some meaning to your inane life. also, must do some catching-up with lovers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and downloading of songs. 10,000 big ones is NOT worth it for a Mariah Carey song. even though it sounds shit good, i'd rather just go without it. but mag needs her songs so she will find a way some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112559052627699678?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112559052627699678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112559052627699678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/09/late-nights-again.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112549641627965841</id><published>2005-08-31T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T06:56:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/DSCF1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/DSCF1349.jpg" height="210" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BreadTalk should spend their time doing more productive things, such as trying to make their bread taste better, for one thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112549641627965841?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112549641627965841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112549641627965841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112549641627965841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112549641627965841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/breadtalk-should-spend-their-time.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112515855251114117</id><published>2005-08-28T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:03:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was five and he was six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We rode on horses made of sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wore black and I wore white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He would always win the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, he shot me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, I hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, my baby shot me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seasons came and changed the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I grew up, I called him mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He would always laugh and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Remember when we used to play?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, I shot you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, you hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, that awful sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bang bang, I used to shoot you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Music played, and people sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for me, the church bells rang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now he's gone, I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And till this day, sometimes I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He didn't even say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He didn't take the time to lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh dear Nancy Sinatra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay. Have seen this done on other peoples' blogs so I have decided to try it out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago on thursday, LD was fab. we watched Unbound ver. 2 and it was great. loved every bit of it. Good bullets BANG BANG&lt;br /&gt;i think that the cast of Unbound did a great job :D how cold was Perth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw after that went fer lunch with the usual bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home noted that uncle tony left some japanese treats for us before he left for america. next time he's ever going to come back is prolly february/march. pity.&lt;br /&gt;sat down on the couch, chatted with mom before a giant wasp flew into the living room and into the stereo. Watched in amusement as our maid made an attempt to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got stung.&lt;br /&gt;On my head. The wasp stung me on the head. So I was screaming bloody murder when i felt it on my head.&lt;br /&gt;hokay. getting stung by a wasp on the head isnt the best thing that you'll ever experience in your life. Getting injected with steroids on your ass ten minutes later isn't the next best thing either. And steroids is supposed to be damn fcuken strong right. But it didn't work on me. Uh, no great sense of accomplishment here. Ma says that it's probably cos she drank too much coffee when she was pregnant with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know why I have trouble sleeping at night now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the pain's gone at last :)&lt;br /&gt;But today's lesson is, please leave the wasp alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/gotstyle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the flip of another calendar page&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112515855251114117?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112515855251114117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112515855251114117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112515855251114117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112515855251114117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-was-five-and-he-was-six-we-rode-on.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112507282075458173</id><published>2005-08-27T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:13:40.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/plug0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;plugg jeans rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112507282075458173?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112507282075458173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112507282075458173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112507282075458173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112507282075458173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/plugg-jeans-rock_27.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112489997498025112</id><published>2005-08-25T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T09:14:40.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;harloez. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;everything seems to have lost its taste and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have even lost the motivation to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;please, if that's the case, how am i supposed to study for my ting xie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's a [(25 x 4) + &lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt;] . let &lt;i&gt;x&lt;/i&gt; denote the rest of the chinese phrases that i have to learn by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woah, i suddenly feel damn enthu man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay la. so its not that bad. express classes are actually better off than special classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mag can't take the stress. mag's too young for stress. mag's too lazy for stress. mag's &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;blabbering too much. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;oke. back to more ting xie, please. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just downloaded a virus on msn. if you ever get this block-checker message from mag, you can click on it, but please dont download it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;somehow warnings didn't work on me either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112489997498025112?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112489997498025112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112489997498025112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112489997498025112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112489997498025112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/harloez.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112480561505737716</id><published>2005-08-23T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T07:09:09.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand thundering thrills await me&lt;br /&gt;Facing insurmountable odds greatly&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadlier than the male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shock shock horror horror, shock shock horror!&lt;br /&gt;I'll shout myself hoarse for your supernatural force!&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadlier than the male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she deals in witchcraft and&lt;br /&gt;One kiss and I'm zapped. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;How can heaven hold a place for me&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast her spell on me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, How can heaven hold a place for me&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast her spell on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein and Dracula have nothing on you&lt;br /&gt;Jekyll and Hyde join the back of the queue&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadlier than the male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she wants to conquer the world completely&lt;br /&gt;But first she'll conquer me discreetly&lt;br /&gt;The female of the species is more deadlier than the male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she deals in witchcraft and&lt;br /&gt;One kiss and I'm zapped. Oh,&lt;br /&gt;How can heaven hold a place for me&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast her spell on me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, How can heaven hold a place for me&lt;br /&gt;When a girl like you has cast her spell on me?&lt;br /&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/14687992-112480561505737716?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112480561505737716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112480561505737716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112480561505737716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112480561505737716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/thousand-thundering-thrills-await-me.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112465887567681070</id><published>2005-08-22T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T14:14:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt not to take Coffee Bean after 3PM. I realise how sensitive my body is to caffeine. Hee.&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/14687992-112465887567681070?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112465887567681070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112465887567681070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112465887567681070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112465887567681070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112452730242831678</id><published>2005-08-20T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:41:42.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, the obviousness of the situation was tugging at her nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she observed the girl's actions, repulse filled her every fibre. She turned her head away in utter disgust. She could not believe that she was associated with this girl in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, please welcome my failure as a suspense/thriller writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ka pui.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112452730242831678?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112452730242831678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112452730242831678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112452730242831678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112452730242831678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/yes-obviousness-of-situation-was.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112446972015399262</id><published>2005-08-20T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:48:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today was fruity.&lt;br /&gt;spent my day with amanda !&lt;br /&gt;watched charlie and the chocolate factory with her. eh. not the best movie i  ever watched la. but it was fun : ) pretty fake at some points ?&lt;br /&gt;but fun nonetheless. unlike other movies adapted frm story books, not one part was cut out or altered in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;willy wonka's haircut pissed the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aftr school amd came ovr to my house to get ready and we headed to town. went to cine ate pasta mania watched movie walked ard, took a neoprint or two and we had to go home. it was a very.. hurried return ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amd and i SHIMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.. dont know what i was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/7.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/5 OF DHAAJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/untitled.png" height="110" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty amd :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/9.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think amanda looked really pretty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/72221cc9.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y39/blaunq/72221cc9.png" height="110" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amd and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and that concludes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a couple more pictures, but shutterfly has decided to become a prick and not host .png pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall decide to do smth about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14687992-112446972015399262?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112446972015399262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112446972015399262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112446972015399262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112446972015399262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-was-fruity.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112419542850011710</id><published>2005-08-16T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T06:04:17.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;skeleton: hey, i know! for the the gift for mf, i could do a lap dance for her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton: i mean, i DO have the figure! -beams- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton: AND the boobs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton: plus,, i LUUUURRRVVEEEE my metabolism rate! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton: my stick, cony legs can easily be flaunted with a short, flirty skirt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton: i meant BONY, not CONY. what does it matter? i love my bony legs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton: and my figure isn't too bad, you know. i mean, it IS stick straight, without curves, but who cares? i can SHAAAAKE it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;skeleton: and i could wear a tank top... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeleton: my slit eyes could flutter themselves at her. i'm sure she'll be dazed! WHOO! WATCH OUT! ME AND MY BOOBS, STICK LEGS AND SLIT EYES ARE COMING TO DO A LAP DANCE! IN LEOPARD PRINT UNDERWEAR!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat: that is very, very, very disturbing. it was fun doing it though! HAHA, BYE! -shudders at the aftermath.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you nat for leaving me traumatised for that 30 seconds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112419542850011710?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112419542850011710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112419542850011710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112419542850011710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112419542850011710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/skeleton-hey-i-know-for-the-gift-for.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112361753021348087</id><published>2005-08-10T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T12:59:15.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello, I'm here to enlighten you with my wise preachings again. At four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching tv when the KFC delivery advert came on. Yes, the one with Edmund Chen and his exasperating wife Xiang Yun, and their ugly daughter and okay-looking son. If I have made any mistakes on the little guy's features, fuck it because I've never sat down and had a good look at his boney face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I was sitting down on my chair flipping channels when the little baby girl's hideous face loomed in my face. In a state of utter horror and shock I left the channel at that and watched as she said in a horribly monotonous tone: "mahmee, what are we having forh dinneh?" or something with that effect. I was so disgusted that my hair stood on end. (i think i'm improving on my essays) What has our world come to! To have our little ones talking like that, Singapore's future seems very dark and dank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, when I heard the number to order your KFC food for delivery, it reminded me of when me, mom and clare would stay at home and order pizza hut whenever dad was staying late at the office/overseas and we were in the mood. then we would sit in front of the TV with our food and settle for a nice movie. I remember there was one Tom Cruise movie that we watched, but I don't remember which one. We would always bitch about anything that came to our minds, and oreo would just plop himself of the TV and watch the hot shower scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDDING LA. we didn't watch such indecent movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn, those times were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad they're not coming back for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112361753021348087?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112361753021348087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112361753021348087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112361753021348087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112361753021348087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/hello-im-here-to-enlighten-you-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112359484491496883</id><published>2005-08-09T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T06:47:12.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looks so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes that you wear&lt;br /&gt;Look swell the next day&lt;br /&gt;Your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark me for the words I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some teachers just never die.&lt;br /&gt;Three words to describe yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to do something about my excessive use of singlish. Let's remember what Mrs. Gam said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Magdalene! &lt;/span&gt;Since when did "las" and "lehs" invade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUR &lt;/span&gt;vocabulary!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can suddenly feel the heat rushing back into my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;That was in term 1.&lt;br /&gt;I need to do something :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) rotted in school&lt;br /&gt;2) terrorized unsuspecting skeleton&lt;br /&gt;3) went out with choocheongchay&lt;br /&gt;4) watched "Stealth"&lt;br /&gt;5) went to issy's house to &lt;s&gt;practise for Poetry audits.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bitch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was okay la&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I never really expected it to be that great anyway. Chay and I couldn't sneak out of class for orange bowl. We had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt;, you see. creatures that were about half our size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2s. They were cute, very cute. But taking care of them yesterday did NOT change my mind about not having kids for a long long long time. Like they always say: "wait &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long long&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus. You did not just hear me just talk like that. I was quoting okay. QUOTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anw dikir barat was okay, class did good. Judges were just being pricks. 1u, I love you! Thanks to the food committee for warding off the wandering hands of hungry students and saving them for the last, even though I was one of those people. It took a lot of sneakiness to get my way. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issy's house! No working on our poem, actually. Just slack la, slack la. Took a few pictures to satisfy myself. We do the bonndddiinngggg, man. btw her house is beautiful. It looks small on the outside but its big big big big inside. There's a nice swimming pool too. I have a thing for pools, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After issy's house me and chay went fer movie at j8. ahlian place agn. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealth sucks. TYPICAL, TYPICAL, TYPICAL Hollywood plot la. Since I am a big fan of spoilers, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Three pilots, best in the world.&lt;br /&gt;2. general comes up with stupid idea to add a robot to the team&lt;br /&gt;3. robot malfunctions during a mission and the black pilot goes to stop it&lt;br /&gt;4. black pilot dies in the process, cry cry moan moan&lt;br /&gt;5. robot continues wrecking havoc around the globe. (Yes, the globe.)&lt;br /&gt;6. the pretty girl pilot falls in love with the other remaining good-looking pilot&lt;br /&gt;7. good-looking pilot loves her too but ended up rejecting her for some unknown reason. (and he is supposed to be the suave, charming type. when did smart-alec lose his smarts?)&lt;br /&gt;8. pretty pilot's plane has some stupid problem and she ends up in korea, stranded.&lt;br /&gt;9. good-looking pilot goes to look for robot plane because he is supposed to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;10. even though she is badly injured and is on the verge on dying, she is miraculously able to escape from her enemies.&lt;br /&gt;11. shes shot. everyone thinks shes going to die.&lt;br /&gt;12. but hey, SURPRISE, SURPRISE, she's not dead!&lt;br /&gt;13. after a close encounter, good-looking pilot finally manages to convince the robot to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;14. they become friends (man and machine) and land in alaska where people are nice&lt;br /&gt;15. then they find out that alaskies aren't really nice people&lt;br /&gt;16. they work hand in hand to escape.&lt;br /&gt;17. they go to save the pretty pilot together&lt;br /&gt;18. of course, after a lot of unnecessary bombing and killing, they save the damsel in distress&lt;br /&gt;19. suddenly they realise that they have no more weapons.&lt;br /&gt;20. robot decides to sacrifice itself by crashing into the enemy helicopter with a very dramatic "Goodbye", leaving the pilots to smooch and make love in the wargrounds.&lt;br /&gt;21. Suddenly planes from their own people swoop over to save them, after failing to track them THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE MOVIE.&lt;br /&gt;22. they are saved, happy ending. good-looking pilot confesses his love for the pretty pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. in 22 steps and 10 minutes, i have managed to describe the ENTIRE PLOT.&lt;br /&gt;goes to show how good it is, ain't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought my new AHBENG handphone cover. im wondering what shit caused me to do such a thing. why blue?! i still have one more day to return it. i already got my first scratch. hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uploaded new pictures, the links section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/untitled3.jpg" border="0" height="190" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid joanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy forties.&lt;/i&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/14687992-112359484491496883?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112359484491496883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112359484491496883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112359484491496883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112359484491496883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-story-of-girl-who-cried-river.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112343030141834818</id><published>2005-08-08T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T09:01:25.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;let's picture joanna tan mei kee as a secretary for queen natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;george bush: hello, queen natalie?&lt;br /&gt;joanna: wei?&lt;br /&gt;gb: uh, is this the royal palace?&lt;br /&gt;joanna: WHA!?!?!? simmi daij ji? SPIK LOUDER LARHH!&lt;br /&gt;gb: erm, natalie please?&lt;br /&gt;joanna: louder lah! i busy u noe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole world would tumble down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the phone:&lt;br /&gt;mag: "joanna, we should just push her into issy's pool."&lt;br /&gt;joanna: "aiyah noo laarrhh. who wan to si wet chicken walkin down de rode!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna's a perfect example of the model singaporean citizen.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, it's National Day celebration in school tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red pants? It sounds ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More turkey, Nini? Surely that can't be enough.&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/14687992-112343030141834818?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112343030141834818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112343030141834818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112343030141834818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112343030141834818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112339719254460116</id><published>2005-08-07T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:54:39.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o great one, why bestow such a punishment on me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;right now would be the perfect time to drown all my sorrows in chocolate-indulging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but my weighing scale says no.&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;i should go adjust my weighing scale to -50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112339719254460116?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112339719254460116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112339719254460116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112339719254460116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112339719254460116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/o-great-one-why-bestow-such-punishment.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112334198798886533</id><published>2005-08-06T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:30:57.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i went out with nat kim huang (disastrous)&lt;br /&gt;- went to Atlantica Bla bla seafood restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched war of the worlds on dvd last night, borrowed it from dear mel.&lt;br /&gt;it's nice la. there's the destructing bit; the utter-chaotic bit; the fear and killing bit; and the happy ending bit. I've decided that I like all those kinds of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the ambience in my cinema was great. I switched off all the lights in my room, stuffed oreo under the bed so that he wouldn't start screaming/barking once he heard screaming from the TV and i was hidden behind my blankets like an eskimo. I forgot the popcorn :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a few conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;I think dakota fanning is a very talented actress. BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;tom cruise is getting old.&lt;br /&gt;justin chatwin is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, well &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met nat at j8. made a point not to bring my ez link cards which helped, A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;since i conveniently forgot to bring my cash, she paid for everything! :D no, actually i bought my own movie ticket and candy floss, okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Island is a pretty okay show. The trailer practically reveals the whole movie plot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramatic discovery, no island, major chase around America, heroes save the day, end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll go watch initial D tonight. mel has a whole movie collection in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlantica Sea Food Restaurant. Posh, five-star restaurant with A* service and ambience, good hygiene, excellent food. Great exercise for the taste buds, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;place sucks&lt;br /&gt;service sucks&lt;br /&gt;ambience sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was.. so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and i are never going to return there ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/1600/urchin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1156/696/320/urchin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/14687992-112334198798886533?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112334198798886533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112334198798886533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112334198798886533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112334198798886533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-i-went-out-with-nat-kim-huang.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112279532209121002</id><published>2005-07-31T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:39:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://victory.shutterfly.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay cos god created shutterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boo because god destroyed tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to find a new host.&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/14687992-112279532209121002?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112279532209121002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112279532209121002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112279532209121002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112279532209121002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/07/httpvictory.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14687992.post-112255463489038417</id><published>2005-07-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T05:43:54.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as we were performing, i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only we could perform a second time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Prevention Skit Competition.&lt;br /&gt;The top three schools would have to re-act their skits, and we were &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, we were number &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;After all those gruelling hours of rehearsing and practising -&lt;br /&gt;over the weeks ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got the first prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ELDDS, YES I DO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too excited to actually type some long long meaningful blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;; utter euphoria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;              Victory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14687992-112255463489038417?l=fcouk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/feeds/112255463489038417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14687992&amp;postID=112255463489038417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112255463489038417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14687992/posts/default/112255463489038417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fcouk.blogspot.com/2005/07/as-we-were-performing-i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>blaunq</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16784247825689283088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
