<?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-7286999</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:13:36.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm good without yoo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7286999.post-112961977627738502</id><published>2005-10-18T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T00:22:23.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back, and I'm kicking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel Madden is online, and I can't talk to him. Trust me, I do have his email, but he doesn't reply me. AND PLEASE, DON'T ASK ME FOR IT. It's on his blog. Go and find out. &lt;a href="www.goodcharlotte.com"&gt;Good Charlotte!&lt;/a&gt;Go and find Joel's blog there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, was on the verge of sleeping in HSIE class, I seriously haven't been into a more boring class. This is so dumb. Haha, ok, I wanna move blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;click &lt;a href="www.harlequin-romance.blogspot.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; FOR MY NEW BLOG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still the same layout, but I'm going to change the pic.Haha, I'll blog when my other blog is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, see you all later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112961977627738502?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112961977627738502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112961977627738502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112961977627738502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112961977627738502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-back-and-im-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112953571122960418</id><published>2005-10-17T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:55:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, Katherine want's to see my blog. (HI KATHERINEEE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, its only Paigge that regularly visits my blog. Today at school, we were going on about different words and how we pronounce them. I speak (if I were to speak in a different accent) and spell in American. So they were like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tammy! Say Banana!" and "Oh! Say Tomato!". I can't help it if I pronounce differently? Sigh, ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on going about the word MASKS. And how we had to say the 'S' in a weird-ish way. Yes, and Paigge was like, all, weird cos she feels weird when she says the 'S'. (Yes, I know, weird right? Tsktsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she's annoying me. I just gave her sites so she can play. (Katherine, you're very funny! HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll go entertain myself somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE. (Especially Mikey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AND THE NAME'S JAI)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112953571122960418?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112953571122960418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112953571122960418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112953571122960418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112953571122960418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/haha-katherine-wants-to-see-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112946251707195191</id><published>2005-10-16T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T04:35:17.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting time: 9.18 pm (Australian Daylight Savings Time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name: Tammy Tan Hui'En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Femme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 16th November! (HINT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three bad habits you have:&lt;br /&gt;1)Neat Freak&lt;br /&gt;2)Biting my Nails&lt;br /&gt;3)cracking my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three animals you like:&lt;br /&gt;1)Dogs&lt;br /&gt;2)Zebra's&lt;br /&gt;3)Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name four television shows you love:&lt;br /&gt;1) The Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;2) The Oprah Winfrey Show&lt;br /&gt;3) MTV&lt;br /&gt;4) Rage&amp; Video Hits&amp;amp; So Fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;- Mango Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;- Tonic Drinks- thanks to my gramma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;1. Fallen for one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had one of your best friends fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Used someone?&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, with the help of bribery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been used by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheated on someone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;So many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The last person you touched?&lt;br /&gt;My mother. I hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You talked to?&lt;br /&gt;My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Tan Jia' En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Colour of your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Reddish Brownish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Think you are cultured?&lt;br /&gt;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Like to drive fast?&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Believe in God or Devil?&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, what type of a stupid question is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you talk to on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of You- My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is ice cream the best thing in the world?&lt;br /&gt;No, God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is your favorite singer?&lt;br /&gt;BILLY MARTIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Single flower or a dozen?&lt;br /&gt;Dozen. White Roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Silver, gold or platinum?&lt;br /&gt;Silver? But i like WHITE GOLD better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Candle lit dinner in a restaurant or at home?&lt;br /&gt;WO DE JIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Roses?&lt;br /&gt;yes! White especially!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Silly or serious romantic?&lt;br /&gt;Silly. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you consider yourself a romantic?&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Watched a sunrise/sunset?&lt;br /&gt;YES! THEY HAVE THE BEST HERE IN SYDNEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What CD is in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who is your favorite film star?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, Toni Collette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite Disney characters?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite fast food?&lt;br /&gt;Subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;The girl who played Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite sports teams?&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY SWANS! GO AFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;Punk Rock Princess- Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 42. What room is your computer in?&lt;br /&gt;The Foyer upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Happy or Scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;Scary...ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What will you be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Something i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. end time?&lt;br /&gt;9.35 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112946251707195191?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112946251707195191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112946251707195191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112946251707195191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112946251707195191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/starting-time-9_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112946251576448291</id><published>2005-10-16T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T04:35:15.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>starting time: 9.18 pm (Australian Daylight Savings Time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name: Tammy Tan Hui'En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex: Femme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 16th November! (HINT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three bad habits you have:&lt;br /&gt;1)Neat Freak&lt;br /&gt;2)Biting my Nails&lt;br /&gt;3)cracking my knuckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three animals you like:&lt;br /&gt;1)Dogs&lt;br /&gt;2)Zebra's&lt;br /&gt;3)Horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name four television shows you love:&lt;br /&gt;1) The Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;2) The Oprah Winfrey Show&lt;br /&gt;3) MTV&lt;br /&gt;4) Rage&amp; Video Hits&amp;amp; So Fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three drinks you regularly drink:&lt;br /&gt;- water&lt;br /&gt;- Mango Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;- Tonic Drinks- thanks to my gramma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;1. Fallen for one of your best friends?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Had one of your best friends fall in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Used someone?&lt;br /&gt;Hahha, with the help of bribery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been used by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheated on someone?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;So many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The last person you touched?&lt;br /&gt;My mother. I hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You talked to?&lt;br /&gt;My sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You hugged?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;Victoria Tan Jia' En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Colour of your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Reddish Brownish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Whoopee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Think you are cultured?&lt;br /&gt;I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Like to drive fast?&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Believe in God or Devil?&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh, what type of a stupid question is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who do you talk to on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Ghost of You- My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite Season?&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Is ice cream the best thing in the world?&lt;br /&gt;No, God is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who is your favorite singer?&lt;br /&gt;BILLY MARTIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Single flower or a dozen?&lt;br /&gt;Dozen. White Roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Silver, gold or platinum?&lt;br /&gt;Silver? But i like WHITE GOLD better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Candle lit dinner in a restaurant or at home?&lt;br /&gt;WO DE JIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Roses?&lt;br /&gt;yes! White especially!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Silly or serious romantic?&lt;br /&gt;Silly. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you consider yourself a romantic?&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Watched a sunrise/sunset?&lt;br /&gt;YES! THEY HAVE THE BEST HERE IN SYDNEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What CD is in your CD player right now?&lt;br /&gt;Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who is your favorite film star?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, Toni Collette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite Disney characters?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite fast food?&lt;br /&gt;Subway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;The girl who played Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite sports teams?&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY SWANS! GO AFL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;Punk Rock Princess- Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 42. What room is your computer in?&lt;br /&gt;The Foyer upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Happy or Scary movies?&lt;br /&gt;Scary...ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What will you be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Something i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. end time?&lt;br /&gt;9.35 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112946251576448291?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112946251576448291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112946251576448291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112946251576448291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112946251576448291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/starting-time-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112936275986811880</id><published>2005-10-15T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:52:40.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I'm so craving for a Florentine now. I just had one yesterday and I'm craving for it. It's unusual, but oh well. I'll go starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging again, and yes, I need to find out Rachel's handphone number. I can't wait to hear her voice. I want to see her again! I miss Rachel Jacob oh-so-very-much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I'l blog tomorrow. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shit, I have to wear a skirt tomorrow. Damn.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112936275986811880?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112936275986811880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112936275986811880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112936275986811880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112936275986811880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/right-im-so-craving-for-florentine-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112933723788645156</id><published>2005-10-14T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T17:47:17.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's like, 10.40 in the morning. And I slept at i don't know what time it was but I do know that it was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm such an early bird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stupid messenger won't let me sign in. Stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I blog like later on when my paren't aren't around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAVE THE BEST 15TH BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Anyways, Rachel Darling, best wishes from down under! I'll call you tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112933723788645156?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112933723788645156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112933723788645156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112933723788645156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112933723788645156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-like-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112928226061216737</id><published>2005-10-14T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T03:02:29.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah, I have not posted for a long time! Okay, my blog is stuffed, because my navigations are black and its on a black background so I have to like, change it. Some way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My history assignment went well. But I still don't understand why we need to study it. I mean, a future fashion designer/journalist/person with a cool job and an office like Donald Trump doesn't need history in it's criteria! I mean, why would I need to know Gallipoli and World War One with the Turkish people?! (Like seriously, jeez.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next assignment is: CAS. Catholic Studies. This also bother's me. I don't need Catholic Studies, when I want to be a fashion designer/journalist/cool person with a job like Donald Trump, or someone other sophisticated person. Besides, I'm a &lt;em&gt;Christian&lt;/em&gt; so, CAS is like a bludge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Dinner, Be Right Back. &lt;em&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back bitches! Wahoo! Anyways, GOODGOOD NEWS! My uncle, yes the one from Miami-but moved to South Carolina (wait, or is it North Carolina? Ah damn, don't care) Uncle David is here! He gained so much weight! Haha, and today, my granny was keeping the laundry, and she pranced upon this pair of jeans right, and she's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny: "Wah, ah neh pui!" (Woah, this pair of jeans are so big!)&lt;br /&gt;*Tammy looks behind her*&lt;br /&gt;Granny: "Whose pair of jeans is this?"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David: "Mine."&lt;br /&gt;Granny: "Wah, le ah ne pui pui kia!" (Wow! You're so fat!)&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David: "Yeah la, yeah la, wa ah ne pui pui. Sorry."(Yeah, yeah, I'm that fat! Sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tammy and Vicki is in hysterics*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my uncle is very very funny. He tells us stories of when he's in the US.&lt;br /&gt;(On Tuesday afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki is walking from our room to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David: "I think Vicki overpowers me."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;*Vicki walks back out.*&lt;br /&gt;Vicki: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David: "I think you overpower me."&lt;br /&gt;Vicki: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David: "You see, I also have parque flooring in my house back in US. And I'm called heavy foot cos I walk really heavy on the floors. But I think that Vicki overpowers me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, little stories that he tells. Man, I like my Uncle. He's cooool. He's going down to Melbourne with Granny. I wonder where our source of food is coming from since Granny is gone. I'd probably starve myself, but hey, it's not like it's bad or anything. I need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benk's turning emo. I really wonder why? But hey, emo's are cool. I'm an emo, but I don't look like one. I need to cut my hair to look like one. I probably would, but like later. Chase and Kyle have been fantastic, giving me pics to show Benk. He wants to look like Kyle. (Hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna be like this copycat cos I'm going to put Something Corporate- Punk Rock Princess lyric's up. Eugene's gonna kill me. I better run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon! C=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112928226061216737?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112928226061216737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112928226061216737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112928226061216737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112928226061216737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/woah-i-have-not-posted-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112902303507982810</id><published>2005-10-11T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T02:30:35.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stuck, really stuck. Like my HSIE assignment is STUFFED. Like realyl stuffed. Oh man, i need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now. Shittt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112902303507982810?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112902303507982810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112902303507982810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112902303507982810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112902303507982810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-stuck-really-stuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112885572015473780</id><published>2005-10-09T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T04:02:00.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, I'm returning to school tomorrow. (Swears unaudible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT A BITCH AIN'T ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden was at church today! He's such a cutie. I played with him, and he kept falling on his face. He has such nice eyes, blue like crazy! I miss him already. Anyhoo. I wanna do something to my template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya'll soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112885572015473780?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112885572015473780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112885572015473780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112885572015473780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112885572015473780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-man-im-returning-to-school-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112875938316051544</id><published>2005-10-08T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:16:24.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, right i'm so pissed and angry that i decided to blog again. I was looking back into old photo albums and GUESS WHAT I FOUND? Pictures of other people and i in like, Gold Coast, Japan, Penang, and some of MCR +Gerard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/bloops.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i did a bloop. Bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/thenicerone.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is the better one. I never realized how much Joseph has grown, he's cool now! JOJO! I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/train.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Japan, on the train with Auntie Kinue, Okasan and Jie Joos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/wwot.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Justina behind me? In the streets of Japan, during that time, i had this like addiction to those canned coffees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/moomyandi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little younger one, when i was 3. In Penang with mommy on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/maggggg.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, reading magazines. (This shows you my love for magazines. I was only 3) Its so obvious my mom took this pic. How? See that red toe? Its my moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/balloons.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little older now, in Uncle Francis's van, was playing with the balloons. Someone's wedding i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/thispic.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki and i. She's a annoying twat, but i still love her. She's so cute right? *Coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/yay.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHANGI BEACH! And i miss Auntie Judar(promounced as Yudah) so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/gerard2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm not a Gerard fan, but, SWOON! He looks so good in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/choclatop/BABY.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this picture is SO CUTE! GO MICHAEL MIKEY JAMES WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all folks, will post more pictures when i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112875938316051544?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112875938316051544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112875938316051544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112875938316051544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112875938316051544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-right-im-so-pissed-and-angry-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112875740516702062</id><published>2005-10-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:43:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, today exactly what you call a "great day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, few thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got woken up, abruptly i might add, by my mom saying that it was late. I looked over to the clock and its was only &lt;em&gt;ten-thirty &lt;/em&gt;in the morning. Now that's not late, its early. I usually wake up in the afternoon, eat lunch and bumm. Waking up at ten-thirty in the morning is like, all hell breaks loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My dad called back to ask me to clean the house up. I crazily said yes, and i didn't do it. I lazed around in my room and went on the computer(and got busted too) and practically just bummed! So, i was like in my bed and listening to Maroon 5 (Ryan Dusick is really radical, like on track 10, he plays like heaps good.) and my dad comes in with a colgate box-with the colgate in it, cos its like new and starts hitting me on my leg with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Did you do what i asked you to do?&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *SHIT* "Er...no." (I seriously totally forgot)&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "I was watching tv."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, don't wanna explain the rest, because i got a pissed and had to wash the frickin big front porch, AND, the super big living room. Seriously, the new house that we have now is really, really high maintainence. It gets so frickin dusty after like 1 week. (By this time, Tammy is like WHAT?!) I just recently cleaned it and i have to clean it again. PHWOAR. I'm very angry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after i cleaned-which took much dedication, so that i wouldn't "dissapoint" my dad, i went upstairs and started watching F4 and laughing my ass off. My dad got "woken" up from his I-ONLY-HAVE-THIS-TIME-TO-DO-WHATEVER-I-WANT-TO-DO sleep, apparently because of my sister and I-we laughed too loud. So, my dad- pissed and all, comes out and tries to find some fault in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "I'm going to check now. Come."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: *Sigh* "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Tammy walk down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy sees the underwear on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy : "What's this?"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy : "Its not mine, its someone elses. I didn't leave it there."&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was obviously defeated, walks over to piano. Touches it and sees dust. Brings it to my face and i back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "What's this? Do you want this on your face?"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Dust and i don't want it on my face."&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: "THEN GO AND CLEAN IT UP!" (In a P-H-W-OA-R voice)&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Fine..." *Rolls Eyes* (someone's aggro.Yeesh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the rest of the day, i was cleaning up while my old man was  &lt;em&gt;sleeping&lt;/em&gt;. Fantastic right? But, ah, the dearness of Mikey cheers me up, now, let me be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112875740516702062?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112875740516702062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112875740516702062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112875740516702062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112875740516702062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-today-exactly-what-you-call-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112867668183000152</id><published>2005-10-07T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T02:18:01.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so my post stuffed up yesterday, but who cares. I'm so in love with my template I'm swooning over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SWOOOOOOON!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm not in any mood to post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112867668183000152?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112867668183000152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112867668183000152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112867668183000152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112867668183000152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/10/ok-so-my-post-stuffed-up-yesterday-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112859816345373377</id><published>2005-10-06T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T05:09:24.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I studied hard today (:</title><content type='html'>I really did study hard today, i went to Miranda station to meet Paigge, and on the way, let's just say that i encountered some freaks who started barking. Anyhoo, we took a train to Sutherland and got lost finding the frickin' library. But, that was ok, we found it and ALAS! we studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my granny would've killed me if i told her what i had for lunch: a can of Coke and a small packet of Smith's Original Crsips. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back,(on the train) Paigge and I were talking about our weddings nad how our kids are going to be like. And she exclaimed that i like guys who are skinny-in other words &lt;em&gt;dying.&lt;/em&gt; Anyhoo, I'll explain my wedding down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://www.verawang.com/bridal/bridal_collection"&gt;dress&lt;/a&gt; (Number 4, 16, 17 &amp; 18-the model's freak me out), the &lt;a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod20860392&amp;amp;parentId=cat7840741&amp;masterId=cat000266&amp;amp;index=10&amp;cmCat="&gt;shoes&lt;/a&gt;, the ring, and tiara, and the veil. Evening Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Wedding:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid-of-honor(or if she's married before me, Matron-of-honor): Rachel Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaids: Joanne Chin, Camille Ann George, Drusilla Wong, Stephanie Ann Chuah, Sarah Teo Joo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower Girls:I'm not sure yet. It depends, i mean, i hardly see any cute little girls around in Singapore now. I wanted Grace and Gaby, but they'd be too old for it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page Boy: I want my fiancee to choose this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionists: My wonderful sisters, Justina and Vicki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Planner(just in case): PAIGGE WARTON(Shchinovskeii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestmen: Fiancee is choosing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicians: I have no idea yet, Angela maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church: BIPC -definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception: In the fellowship hall in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Ritz-Carlton Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australian Wedding:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid-of-honor(or Matron-of-honor)- Paigee Warton (Shchinovskeii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaids- Marissa Tellis, Alicia Gillet, Katherine Taylor, Suriya McClymont, Elizabeth Farrell(sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower Girl- Emma Too! (socutesocutesocute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Page Boy- Ethan Goh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receptionists- Erinn Goh and Vicki Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best men- Fiancee Choosing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musicians- i have no idea too. Auntie Linda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church- SBPC(but its so small...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception- At SBPC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner- Some grand hotel in the City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, how is it? I'm not all that planned, cos i don't want to be too overbearing in the desicions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto kids. Paigge said that she'd be stuffed if her child turned out to be a boy. Sexist? I'm not so sure, but if i do get a boy, i'd also be glad, so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names (Girls):&lt;br /&gt;-Cadence&lt;br /&gt;-Natalie&lt;br /&gt;-Maryjayne&lt;br /&gt;-Lorraine&lt;br /&gt;-Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Names (Girls):&lt;br /&gt;-Marie&lt;br /&gt;-Beth&lt;br /&gt;-Joanne&lt;br /&gt;-Mae&lt;br /&gt;-Sopiha&lt;br /&gt;-Alexis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEENA!(Girls):they're quite stupid, i might wanna leave the chinkii names to my parents to choose.&lt;br /&gt;-Ding Mae&lt;br /&gt;-Rui Ling&lt;br /&gt;-Rui Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names(Boys):&lt;br /&gt;-Billy&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;br /&gt;-Michael&lt;br /&gt;-Gerard&lt;br /&gt;-Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle Names(Boys):&lt;br /&gt;-Martin&lt;br /&gt;-Charles&lt;br /&gt;-James&lt;br /&gt;-Arthur&lt;br /&gt;-Philippe&lt;br /&gt;-Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEENA!(Boys):&lt;br /&gt;-Kai Shuan&lt;br /&gt;-Kai Wei&lt;br /&gt;-Kai Sheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a fun time choosing out these names, and i thoroughly look forward to buying clothes for my little ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, post too long. See you all soon, &lt;em&gt;when school starts. &lt;/em&gt;Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you know, BLOGGER IS JUST FANTASTIC.I BLOGGED LIKE FOR TWO WHOLE FCUKING HOURS AND THIS COMES OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112859816345373377?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112859816345373377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112859816345373377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112859816345373377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112859816345373377'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='html'>I spent some time with my daddy today, waited in the car for like so long before that guy came to come and sell us some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my dad just asked me to play this cd, and it's like this guy playing fun, staccato-ish music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun actually,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;3 mikey! &lt;3 Billy! &lt;3 David!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112773546691827000?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112773546691827000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112773546691827000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112773546691827000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112773546691827000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-spent-some-time-with-my-daddy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112754651423170317</id><published>2005-09-24T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:21:54.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYDNEY WON WEST COAST EAGLES BY 57-53!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE CELEBRATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember you Alex, they had such a good game, i'm sure you enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112754651423170317?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112754651423170317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112754651423170317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112754651423170317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112754651423170317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-my-goshhhh-sydney-won-west-coast.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112746821596309788</id><published>2005-09-23T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T02:36:55.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone, let's take the time to pray for Alex Teo, who lost the battle to pneumonia today (i'm sorry if the dates are wrong, i just heard of it today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember in BSS, he would always come round us-camille, rachel, joanne, sarah and i and clap his hands, i would remember the time he had to eat but he didn't want to, i remember the time he looked at me, with that gleam of happiness inside of him, though i wasn't that close to him or anything, i still feel that ache inside of me, because i know that he inspired me to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deepest condolenses to his family, Auntie Annie, Uncle Winston and Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember you Alex, i know you're in a better place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112746821596309788?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112746821596309788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112746821596309788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112746821596309788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112746821596309788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/everyone-lets-take-time-to-pray-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112738648452315234</id><published>2005-09-22T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T03:54:44.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw when i last posted, it was like on Justina's birthday.HAHA, that's like ages ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever actually, i don't really care about my blog anymore, i really really want to change it to like, MCR or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, things that happened to me. Don't want to put much information in it cos Gene hates it, for some weird reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is the last week till the holidays, but i bludged school today and i'm going to jigg tomorrow too. (HEEEEE. I'm excited, cos thurday nights are horror movie nights. MWAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the city with Paigge, Chanel and Joos on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! TRYING ON MANOLO BLAHNIKS! whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DIE. Shoes rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer support training was good, was in the same team as people i didn't exactly wanted to be in, but hey, i was with asiya. AND SHE ROCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i wanna chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112738648452315234?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112738648452315234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112738648452315234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112738648452315234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112738648452315234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-saw-when-i-last-posted-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112693032061049049</id><published>2005-09-16T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T21:12:00.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked a cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) smoked anything else&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a member of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;(x) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;() shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;() snuck out of parent's house&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(xx) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) had/have a crush on one of your FACEBOOK friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxxxx) eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) met someone BECAUSE of facebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) been moshing at a concert&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(xx) taken painkillers&lt;br /&gt;(x) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a tea party&lt;br /&gt;(x) flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x) played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x!) cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;( ) used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) watched the sun set&lt;br /&gt;( ) felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;() touched a snake&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) been tickled&lt;br /&gt;( ) been robbed&lt;br /&gt;( ) robbed someone&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxx) been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;() pet a reindeer/goat&lt;br /&gt;(x) won a contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) had detention&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( even though people say i did, I DIDN'T) had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(xx!!!) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;(x) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x!!) hated the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;() witnessed a crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) pole danced HAHAHA it was a stupid joke&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) questioned your heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) squished barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to the opposite side of the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) cried yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x ) recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers&lt;br /&gt;(x) sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(xx) done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(xxxx) made prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;() laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) written a letter to Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) been kissed under a mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) watched the sun set with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(XXX) made a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(x) crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;(xx) have traveled more than 3 days with a car full of people&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone rollerskating/blading&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a wish come true&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;() jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;(x) screamed "penis" in class&lt;br /&gt;( ) ate cat food&lt;br /&gt;(xx ) told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;() have a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;( ) done it in a park&lt;br /&gt;( ) done it in the bathoom&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxBILLYMARTIN C=) had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) got your tounge stuck to a pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a fish&lt;br /&gt;(x) worn the opposite sex's clothes&lt;br /&gt;(x) been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex at a church&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxx) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;( xxx) didn't take a shower for a week&lt;br /&gt;( ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a tree house&lt;br /&gt;(x) believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( x) worn a really ugly outfit to school&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) played ding-dong-ditch&lt;br /&gt;( xx) played chicken fight&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;() broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a fish then ate it&lt;br /&gt;( ) made porn&lt;br /&gt;( ) caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(xxx) laughed so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;(xx) cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;( ) mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(xxxxxxx ) had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) slept naked&lt;br /&gt;(x) French braided someone's hair&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone skinny dipping in a 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title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112692939472149576</id><published>2005-09-16T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:56:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back brace girl.</title><content type='html'>I am stiff. My back can't move so, yes, most of my body can't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a caramel slice. GAHHH! fatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to excercise, BUT I CAN'T, MY STUPID BACK IS LIKE KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am the BACK BRACE GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.frufru.com.au"&gt;FruFru!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, that is like the BESTEST site you can ever go to, nice clothes and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTAL GOH SOMETHING SOMETHING! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. THANK YOU FOR THE BILLY THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I OWE YOU SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I SHOULD JUST GIVE YOU THE KID COURAGEOUS TOP THAT I HAVE, BUT I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT IT. YOU ROCK AND I HOPE TO HEAR FROM YOU SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be at home doing my history things right, but now i can't cos the other comp isn't getting the frigging signals so i can't go on the bloody internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE TAMMY DIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so dead, my assingment is like due so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &lt;3 billy martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE LINZI DIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All due thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Billy Martin&lt;br /&gt;(co-member of Good Charlotte, the one who plays the harp on sound track ONE.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112692939472149576?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112692939472149576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112692939472149576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112692939472149576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112692939472149576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-brace-girl.html' title='back brace girl.'/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112692447901752535</id><published>2005-09-16T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T19:34:39.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alrighty, so i haven't been blogging, i didn't feel like it for the past few days, and i couldn't blog yesterday cos its was jiejie's birthday, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIEJIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's 17, and she can drive soon. Goody, she can pick me up from school. I hate the buses here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Had volleyball, we lost due to circumstances, i hurt my poor back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW I HAVE TO WEAR A FRIGGING BACK BRACE. It itches and it kills. So bad, i hate back braces....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112692447901752535?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112692447901752535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112692447901752535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112692447901752535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112692447901752535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/alrighty-so-i-havent-been-blogging-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112669170421480188</id><published>2005-09-14T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:55:04.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found, PICTURES of me in Secondary one, AND BOY DO I LOOK DIFFERENT NOW. Its mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i just felt lie throwing up. I think i should go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112669170421480188?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112669170421480188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112669170421480188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112669170421480188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112669170421480188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-just-found-pictures-of-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112669053143348186</id><published>2005-09-14T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:35:31.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am, very very sorry for not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mommy is sick and yes, she is grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGHSIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for dinner, i'll see if i can blog later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112669053143348186?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112669053143348186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112669053143348186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112669053143348186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112669053143348186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-very-very-sorry-for-not-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112632203783942566</id><published>2005-09-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:13:57.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so i havent exactly been blogging. I wanted to yesterday, but i just didn't get the time to, so yes. I'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (which was Friday) we had to play against De La Selle Caringbah boys for a round of volleyball. I wasn't really looking forward to it, so i was like trying to change the mind of the girls, but they wouldn't budge. When the time came to go right, i was like shaking and all, so people could tell i was scared to go against boys. HAHA, i'm such a pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, when the bus stopped, Suriya and i had to carry the nets (which is like so heavy) and we walked down the bus last, and crowding outside were the De La boys going for Surf Awareness and whatnot. So we walked in, and when we were near the school, more boys were there. I have seriously never seen so many boys in my life. Anyways, we walked up and up and up till we came to Caringbah Oval which is just behind De La Selle College. We set up the nets and played fo a little bit, and waited really long till the guys came. After they actually settled down, we spilt up into mixed groups. I was in Liz's team, along with Paigge, Suriya, Marissa, Anthony and some other really guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, before i carry on, let me just tell you something. Anthony has really nice legs, for some reason and the other guy, just hawt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, continuing, we played quite good actually. And i never understood why boys would fall for a volleyball. Its a little dumb, but yeah. So, after that game, we played against the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost eventually. We were crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i saw the really hawt guy, (i think he's italian or greek.) AT MIRANDA! WHERE I WAS! And his friend was like wearing a cast and i was super tempted to draw on it, but i controlled myself. AND! WHEN MOMMY LEFT, HIS CAR WAS RIGHT NEXT TO OURS! AND HE LIVES IN SYLVANIA WATERS TOO! wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i met my mommy and we left for HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we came home, i played badminton with vicky. And i hit the shuttlecock into the tree and it got stuck there, so vicky was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: "Let's use the racquets"&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "No, but it'll get stuck!"&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: "Oh yeah, you're right."&lt;br /&gt;Tammy: "Oh wait! Gogo's here!"&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: "Yay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogo: "Help us with the things in the booth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we helped, and in the end, we resorted to a broom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now my muscles hurt. But i love the feeling of it. So niceee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112632203783942566?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112632203783942566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112632203783942566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112632203783942566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112632203783942566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-so-i-havent-exactly-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112616626844009085</id><published>2005-09-08T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T00:57:48.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There weren't many people at school today, so there's no point blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and everyone, WATCH CORPSES BRIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super nice MOVIE BY THE ALL BELOVED TIM BURTON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112616626844009085?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112616626844009085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112616626844009085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112616626844009085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112616626844009085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/there-werent-many-people-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112609423915419220</id><published>2005-09-07T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T04:57:19.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm terrified, i'm scared and i'm evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mastermind and i love being it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if if backfires? what can i do then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me and guide me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112609423915419220?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112609423915419220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112609423915419220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112609423915419220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112609423915419220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-terrified-im-scared-and-im-evil-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112608317571644512</id><published>2005-09-07T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:52:55.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel bloated for some reason, and i'm fairly uncomfortable right now. I need a proper chair to sit on, and this is killing me, my back is hurting like shit now. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping Mikayla Mu with her homework, i know, HER SURNAME IS SO CUTE! But she's called Mickey, her &lt;em&gt;twin &lt;/em&gt;sister is called Rebekah, but we usually call her Mu-ee. If you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That poor girl has Mrs. Stevens, you know, the one who's like forty-something and is still having sex with her husband. HAHA, she's got a year old daughter, and two teenage sons. I pity the sons so much, JAKE AND MITCHELL, please don't say that i don't pity you, cos i do, a lot, and people in my school pity you as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, was having a wonderful time at volleyball, playing and laughing with paigge and chanel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanel's dad went to Brazil for a wedding- his nieces to be more specific, and GOT TWO HAVIANAS FOR FREE. omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i'll just help mickey now so i'll blog later on when i'm on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112608317571644512?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112608317571644512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112608317571644512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112608317571644512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112608317571644512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-feel-bloated-for-some-reason-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112600089697264493</id><published>2005-09-06T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T03:01:36.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;01. Your name - tammy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;02. Hobbies - volleyball-ing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;03. Your Age - turning 15 (soon!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; School - Our Lady of Mercy College Cronulla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;05. Height - 5'7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;06. Horoscope - Scorpio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;07. Gender - Femme &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;08. Address - Sydney, Australia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09. Email - ask around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Hair - shoulder length&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Eye Colour - dark brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Hair colour - brown, and red highlights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Right or left handed - left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. status - single&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Siblings - two sisters; one older, one younger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Last 4 digit of your mobile no - i don't have one, and even if i did, wouldn't tell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. When's your Birthday - 161190&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Have you...*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Tried smoking - I'd die if i had one, asthma kills man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. Drink alcohol - Carona! mmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. Been hurt emotionally - not really&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Kept a secret from anyone - yeah. of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Been on stage - yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Favourites*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Color - purple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Food - water, water is my best food friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Number - 247, 27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26. Cartoons - Powerpuff, Rugrats, Tupu, Jakers, Franny and her feet (or something like that.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. Song - Line and Sinker- Billy Talent, Mountain- Good Charlotte, Slither- Velvet Revolvers, I'm not okay (I promise) -MCR, Blue and Yellow- The Used.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Movie -The Pianist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Subject -TXT. (we should call it fashion designing or something, textiles just sounds awful)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Right now*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. Wearing - black shirt, STC shorts and bonds underwear, and of course a band aid on my second toe on m left foot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31. Hairstyle - Just dried.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. Looking at - my space bar, and me typing my words out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. Thinking of - my cheesecake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Listening to - my sister asking me to go down for dinner. (BRB)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Do you believe in*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Love - stupid question, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36. Faith- yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37. Yourself - kinda of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Ghosts - don't wanna answer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39. Angels - yes of course&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*In the last 24hrs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Worn jeans - no, only school uniform and home clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Cleaned your room -no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42. cried - no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. met someone new -same old people, same old school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. Last person I talk on the phone -my auntie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Love life*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45. Do you believe in love - i just answered this. Stupid quizzle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46. Have a secret admirer - waitwait, if i tell it wouldn't be a secret admirer anymore, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Do you wanna get married - but of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. How old you wanna be when you'remarried - when God wills me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49. How old you wanna be when you have your kids - i don't know, its all in God's plan but i say 23. Wanna be a young parent than an old one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50. How many kids do you want -2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51. Would you have kids before marriage - no, unlike &lt;em&gt;some people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52. Do you have a Crush - i have two, Billy Martin and David Desrosiers. WAIT. I HAVE THREE. Quinn Allman, so cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53. What do you want most in a Relationship - love, humor, caring &amp;amp; sharing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;=====================&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*This or that?*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54.Pink or Black -Black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;55. Kiss or hug - hug&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;56. Summer or winter - summer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;57. Sunny or rainy - rainy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;58. Chocolate or vanilla -vanilla&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;59. Hanging out or chillin -chillin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;60. Music or TV -music&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;61. Hamburger or Pizza -pizza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;62. Smile or Laughing - laughing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;63. Sleeping or eating - sleeping. You wanna know why? Cos sleeping prevents you from eating and not eating is good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;67. Mc Donald's or KFC - KFC KILLS BIRDS! EWWW.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;68.Silver or gold - silver, matches my skin tone better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;69. Sunset or sunrise - sunset, sunrise, both are good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;70. On phone or in person - in person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;71. Diamonds or Pearls - diamonds. Pearls can be nice but when there's an over excessive amount...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;72. Adidas or puma - Adidas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;73. Band members or models - BAND MEMBERS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;74. Local or international Artist- International&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;75. sneakers or boots - sneakers, omg, i hate boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;76. Quicksilver or billabong - Yeah, don't mean to copy gene but VOLCOM rocks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;77. Dunhill or Marlboro - Dunhill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;78. clubbing or live music - Live music, don't really exactly like the attitude in clubbing, besides, like gene, i'd die in there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;79. Johnny depp or Brad Pitt -WILLY WONKA! jkjk, Johnny Depp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;80. angelina Jolie or Julia Roberts - Julia Roberts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;81. colosal/epic or romantic comedy - Romantic Comedy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;82. sexy/naughty or kind/plain - alrighty...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;83. BMW or Mercedes - Mercedes (MY HOUSE COLOR!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;84. incubus or maroon 5 - Incubus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;85. long haired or bald - Long Haired, but bald won't be so bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;86. pop or rock - OH GEEZ. Pop is like Britney Spears! And Britney Spears is down in the shits man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;87. beach or mountain - Beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;88. Pepsi or Coke - Schweppes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;89. DVD or cinema -DVD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;90. nokia or ericsson - ee, ericsson is like, crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;91. 311 or hoobastank - 311&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;92. Asia or America - America&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;93. tattoo or piercing - I like people with tattoos, but not on me. I wanna get one, but my parent's won't allow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;94. american idol or canadian idol - American. Canadian all the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;95. asking / answering - I don't know, they're all the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I SCABBED THIS OFF GENE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112600089697264493?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112600089697264493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112600089697264493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112600089697264493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112600089697264493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/01.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112599841712126630</id><published>2005-09-06T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:20:17.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah, its been long since i last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few things happened:&lt;br /&gt;1. My second toe on my left foot is hurt/injured/cut.&lt;br /&gt;2. I lost 2 kilograms&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm trying to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i'll explain to what EXACTLY happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My second toe on my left foot is hurt/injured/cut.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, while in volleyball practice on monday, we were happily playing volleyball for this friday's competition right, and BOOM! My second toe on my left foot started hurting, i reckoned that it was my third toenail scraping against it as it i&lt;em&gt;s quite &lt;/em&gt;long. So right, i came home and then i took my stockings out right, and i was staring at like nothing and then my concentration was TOWARDS my third toe. And i saw it was like a little dark and black. I thought it went bruised cos of the practice we had earlier, but neh, it wasn't. I looked under my foot and i saw blood. Apparently, my third toenail cut/hurt/injured my second toe till it bled. Right, i know its bad, so after my shower, i immediately cut my toenails. All of them in fact, but that doesn't mean that i'm going to cut off all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I lost 2 kilograms.&lt;br /&gt;Right, i lost 2 kg cos of volleyball practice, i'm happy everyone's happy, let's leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm trying to save.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to save so i can buy my justina's present, that girl wants everything. When its nearing my birthday i'll name things i want too. Might sound greedy but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my template soon, or maybe even try making my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral for a Friend.! OMG, i love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something, i think i should name down all the bands that i like.&lt;br /&gt;1. Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;2. Simple Plan (i know, i can't help it. AND DON'T DISS ME COS I LIKE THEM.You know who you are people...)&lt;br /&gt;3. Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;4. MCR&lt;br /&gt;5. F.O.B&lt;br /&gt;6.AFI&lt;br /&gt;7.Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;8.Funeral for a Friend&lt;br /&gt;9.Muse&lt;br /&gt;10.The Faints&lt;br /&gt;11. The Killers&lt;br /&gt;12. Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;13.Plain White Tees&lt;br /&gt;14. Letterkills&lt;br /&gt;15. The Ataris&lt;br /&gt;16. Atticus&lt;br /&gt;17. The Transplants&lt;br /&gt;18. Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;19. Green Day&lt;br /&gt;20. Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;21. The All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;22. MxPx&lt;br /&gt;23. NoFX&lt;br /&gt;24. Mae&lt;br /&gt;25. The Used&lt;br /&gt;26. Mest&lt;br /&gt;27. Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;28. Rancid&lt;br /&gt;29. Guns 'n' Roses&lt;br /&gt;30. Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;31. 3 Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;32. 3 Doors Down&lt;br /&gt;33. Motley Crue&lt;br /&gt;34. Queen&lt;br /&gt;35. Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think that's basicallt it, unless i tend to find somemore new ones, try downloading music from these people. They're shit good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112599841712126630?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112599841712126630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112599841712126630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112599841712126630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112599841712126630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/woah-its-been-long-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112573714218147748</id><published>2005-09-03T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T01:45:42.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up to the sounds of what seemed like a conversation between gogo doris and uncle anthony. Don't ask me why he comes, he just does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, ate breakfast, lazed around on the tv and computer, skipped lunch, and continued being on the computer, no one was around so i was entertaining myself, and i daresay, i'm great at entertaining myself. Had the most fun time watching downloaded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after a warm shower-i love showers, i love water.The weird thing is, i hate the beach, weird. Anyhoo, after my shower, i peeled potatoes for tomorrow's father's day lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeling potatoes+me=not a great mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate potatoes, i don't know why but i just hate potatoes, i'm even starting to hate french fries. I'm beginning to hate carbohydrates, from some odd reason. I even detest rice now. Almost 3/4 of the day i don't eat cos i don't feel like it. My tummy is always full or someway or the other, just almost everyday and most of the day, i don't eat. I ate so little this morning and i skipped lunch. And i don't plan on eating a lot for dinner cos i just plainly don't eat much during dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, i made a shocking realization that my hip bones CAN BE SEEN! (YAY! this is good, it means i'm losing weight! YAY!) I love the fact how my hip bones/pelvis bones CAN BE SEEN! And i love it how it sticks out on its own! HEHHEHHEHHEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next project for tammy tan hui'en:&lt;br /&gt;You must lose weight so that your collar bone can be seen. (Well, i mean that it can be seen, but i want it to poke out. If you know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, was helping granny just then to grill the ba kwa. I love ba kwa, i was tempted to eat it and i did. HEEEHEEE. I was sitting down like some old uncle in the streets eating, you know that squat thing? Yeah, i was doing that, and damn, it was comfortable, grilling. I ate an orange, and i feel very very fat now. I should starve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, my hair smells like the barbi now. It smells of smoke. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY IS ON THE TV NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voyez-vous autour des personnes ! Au revoir !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112573714218147748?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112573714218147748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112573714218147748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112573714218147748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112573714218147748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-woke-up-to-sounds-of-what-seemed.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112556933701752230</id><published>2005-09-01T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T03:08:57.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm having this major talk heart-to-heart session with paigge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katherine didn't come to school today, she had to pick her bro up from the airport. HOW EXCITING MAN! omg, i wish i had brothers. oh man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have to go back to my convo,so i'll see you guys soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112556933701752230?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112556933701752230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112556933701752230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112556933701752230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112556933701752230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-having-this-major-talk-heart-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112548277897055357</id><published>2005-08-31T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T03:06:18.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PEOPLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi,and a nice bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112548277897055357?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112548277897055357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112548277897055357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112548277897055357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112548277897055357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112514255019454494</id><published>2005-08-27T04:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T04:35:50.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was having this convo with Paigge,it was HILARIOUS. I was- of course, Mrs. Billy Martin a.k.a Mrs, Tammy Martin. And we were having this interview convo shit happening, and she was asking me various questions about Billy and and my relationship (if only this could be true! BEATRIZ! FEAST ON YOUR JEALOUSNESS!) and how THEY SAW AN ENGAGEMENT RING!hahaha,Billy proposed to ME!heehee!C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was asking me about his looks and i gave corny answers like "oh, i love my babe with all my heart and appearances don't matter to me." (note the "babe" part. HAHAHA.) It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she had to go so i was bored like shit for at least half an hour so i went to watch some t.v, and then i came back and genegene started talking to me. We were paying out this certain person,AND MAN, WAS I HAVING A BALL! Had this majar payout session going on then,was having a hell of a time. Love him to bits, lil punkin boy.HAHA.And then i said bye cos i wanted to watch t.v, and then i didn't want to so i started random-ing him, and then we carried on and i was like "HEY! I realized i'm a EMO PUNK!" and then he was like "so?I'm emo punk also what, just that i'm the more hardcore one." and i was like ._. "i know." and then he was like "HA,you're the diluted one and i'm the saturated one." and i was like thinking of saturated butter so i said "ee,you're full of fat." and he started paying out &lt;em&gt;that certain person &lt;/em&gt;and the conversation went on and on and on!HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, woke up to my mom coming into my room exclaiming how hot it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Why is this room so hot?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Urgh&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:VICKKKKKY!(note the screech in voice) wake up already! You have piano lesson soon!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky:SNOREEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alrighty,up i go! -Prances off to the bathroom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WHILE IN THE BATHROOM)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:VICKY! GET UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Don't want...-SNOREEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Fine you late la! Wait till Lye Kuen call and then you get it.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Ignores mommy and continues sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Prances out of bathroom and into my supposedly "hot" room-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oei, get up! -Slaps her calf-&lt;br /&gt;Vicky:-Oblivious to anything around her.-&lt;br /&gt;Me:-in a very soft voice- Lazy pig -prances off to get glasses and makes way to the kitchen for breakfast-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.That happened in the morning. And then daddy and mommy and gogo doris had to go for work so i lazed around watching t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THE MY SCENE MOVIE. IT'S SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that i'm still a girl at heart. (HAHAHAHAHA) i love my barbie dolls. After the movie i went to check out the website, its quite cool actually, go and check out its games, super fun and girlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website is actually meant for girls, but if you boys wanna go check it out, i understand why you wanna go. C= HEEHEE.its super fun so go on it! &lt;a href="http://myscene.com"&gt;MYSCENE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i'm super girlie, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Willy Wonka next week saturday, it really sucks that movies come out so late here, people in singapore talk about how its so &lt;em&gt;rad &lt;/em&gt;or how its super &lt;em&gt;nice-to-watch&lt;/em&gt;. And i'm here like saying "uh huh, i haven't watched it yet." and then they go "GASP! YOU HAVEN'T? YOU'RE SO &lt;em&gt;OUTDATED&lt;/em&gt;." it annoys me. eurgh, oh the SUCK-ish-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, check out this site too! ITS SO NICE. Its like Flesh Imp just that its called &lt;a href="http://www.frufru.com.au/"&gt;FRUFRU.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rocks man, OH AND THIS WEBSITE TOO! &lt;a href="http://hottopic.com"&gt;hot topic &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i'm like advertisement woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.i like my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH I WANT THAT &lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;ITEM=239847"&gt;SHIRT.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i love this song. Go and download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Talent- Line and Sinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't feel pretty&lt;br /&gt;And i'm tired of trying to fit right in&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that you're so great&lt;br /&gt;Cause being great must suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always see the bright side&lt;br /&gt;We all need ego suicide&lt;br /&gt;You hung my id today&lt;br /&gt;But I have licked my wounds and carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Santa seemed to miss my chimney&lt;br /&gt;Reality is truly scaring me&lt;br /&gt;So stand up straight and firmly say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in the right place&lt;br /&gt;So wipe that smirk right off your face&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me feel like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's just plain not nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always see the bright side&lt;br /&gt;And I lied when I said I was fine&lt;br /&gt;You slapped my face today&lt;br /&gt;But I have licked my wounds and carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Santa seemed to miss my chimney&lt;br /&gt;Reality is truly scaring me&lt;br /&gt;So stand up straight and firmly say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Santa seemed to miss my chimney&lt;br /&gt;You stole my luck from me&lt;br /&gt;And now my fortune cookie's empty&lt;br /&gt;Cause you came and you stole it all from me&lt;br /&gt;So stand up straight and firmly say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good is this song? Billy Talent rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs to download:&lt;br /&gt;1.Velvet Revolvers-Slither&lt;br /&gt;2.Billy Talent- Line and Sinker&lt;br /&gt;3.Lagwagon-Violins&lt;br /&gt;4.Muse-Stockholm Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;5.NoFX-Feliciteira&lt;br /&gt;6.Nirvana-Dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those songs rock.Go download them, and now i have to leave cos,i wanna play myscene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 emo punk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112514255019454494?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112514255019454494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112514255019454494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112514255019454494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112514255019454494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/oosh-its-been-while-since-i-blogged_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112514229040309501</id><published>2005-08-27T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T04:43:56.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i was having this convo with Paigge,it was HILARIOUS. I was- of course, Mrs. Billy Martin a.k.a Mrs, Tammy Martin. And we were having this interview convo shit happening, and she was asking me various questions about Billy and and my relationship (if only this could be true! BEATRIZ! FEAST ON YOUR JEALOUSNESS!) and how THEY SAW AN ENGAGEMENT RING!hahaha,Billy proposed to ME!heehee!C=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she was asking me about his looks and i gave corny answers like "oh, i love my babe with all my heart and appearances don't matter to me." (note the "babe" part. HAHAHA.) It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she had to go so i was bored like shit for at least half an hour so i went to watch some t.v, and then i came back and genegene started talking to me. We were paying out this certain person,AND MAN, WAS I HAVING A BALL! Had this major payout session going on then,was having a hell of a time.And then i said bye cos i wanted to watch some t.v, but i kinda lost interest after 3 seconds so i came back and started random-ing to him and i kinda said to him "HEY GUESS WHAT?! i just realized i'm a emo punk!" and then he said "so? i'm a emo punk too what. It's just that i'm more hardcore than you." and i was like ._. "Alright, i know" and then he was like "You're just diluted and i'm just saturated man." and i was like thinking of saturated butter so i was like "Eew,you're full of fat." and then he carried on and started paying out &lt;em&gt;that certain person &lt;/em&gt;and the conversation went on and on and on and on.Love him to bits that lil punkin boy...HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, woke up to my mom coming into my room exclaiming how hot it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Why is this room so hot?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Urgh&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:VICKKKKKY!(note the screech in voice) wake up already! You have piano lesson soon!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky:SNOREEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alrighty,up i go! -Prances off to the bathroom-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(WHILE IN THE BATHROOM)&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:VICKY! GET UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Don't want...-SNOREEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Fine you late la! Wait till Lye Kuen call and then you get it.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky: Ignores mommy and continues sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:-Prances out of bathroom and into my supposedly "hot" room-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oei, get up! -Slaps her claf-&lt;br /&gt;Vicky:Oblivious to anything around her.&lt;br /&gt;Me:-in a very soft voice- Lazy pig -prances off to get glasses and makes way to the kitchen for breakfast-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.That happened in the morning. And then daddy and mommy and gogo doris had to go for work so i lazed around watching t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW THE MY SCENE MOVIE. IT'S SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that i'm still a girl at heart. (HAHAHAHAHA) i love my barbie dolls. After the movie i went to check out the website, its quite cool actually, go and check out its games, super fun and girlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website is actually meant for girls, but if you boys wanna go check it out, i understand why you wanna go. C= HEEHEE.its super fun so go on it! &lt;a href="http://myscene.com"&gt;MYSCENE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i'm super girlie, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Willy Wonka next week saturday, it really sucks that movies come out so late here, people in singapore talk about how its so &lt;em&gt;rad &lt;/em&gt;or how its super &lt;em&gt;nice-to-watch&lt;/em&gt;. And i'm here like saying "uh huh, i haven't watched it yet." and then they go "GASP! YOU HAVEN'T? YOU'RE SO &lt;em&gt;OUTDATED&lt;/em&gt;." it annoys me. eurgh, oh the SUCK-ish-ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, check out this site too! ITS SO NICE. Its like Flesh Imp just that its called &lt;a href="http://www.frufru.com.au/"&gt;FRUFRU.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its rocks man, OH AND THIS WEBSITE TOO! &lt;a href="http://hottopic.com"&gt;hot topic &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i'm like advertisement woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.i like my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH I WANT THAT &lt;a href="http://www.hottopic.com/store/product.asp?LS=0&amp;amp;ITEM=239847"&gt;SHIRT.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i love this song. Go and download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Talent- Line and Sinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I don't feel pretty&lt;br /&gt;And i'm tired of trying to fit right in&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that you're so great&lt;br /&gt;Cause being great must suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always see the bright side&lt;br /&gt;We all need ego suicide&lt;br /&gt;You hung my id today&lt;br /&gt;But I have licked my wounds and carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Santa seemed to miss my chimney&lt;br /&gt;Reality is truly scaring me&lt;br /&gt;So stand up straight and firmly say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is in the right place&lt;br /&gt;So wipe that smirk right off your face&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me feel like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's just plain not nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always see the bright side&lt;br /&gt;And I lied when I said I was fine&lt;br /&gt;You slapped my face today&lt;br /&gt;But I have licked my wounds and carried on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Santa seemed to miss my chimney&lt;br /&gt;Reality is truly scaring me&lt;br /&gt;So stand up straight and firmly say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs some sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Santa seemed to miss my chimney&lt;br /&gt;You stole my luck from me&lt;br /&gt;And now my fortune cookie's empty&lt;br /&gt;Cause you came and you stole it all from me&lt;br /&gt;So stand up straight and firmly say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see is what you get (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and don't forget (don't you know)&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good is this song? Billy Talent rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs to download:&lt;br /&gt;1.Velvet Revolvers-Slither&lt;br /&gt;2.Billy Talent- Line and Sinker&lt;br /&gt;3.Lagwagon-Violins&lt;br /&gt;4.Muse-Stockholm Syndrome&lt;br /&gt;5.NoFX-Feliciteira&lt;br /&gt;6.Nirvana-Dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those songs rock.Go download them, and now i have to leave cos,i wanna play myscene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 emo punk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112514229040309501?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112514229040309501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112514229040309501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;em&gt;again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate being sick,and reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;1.the nose blowing kills.&lt;br /&gt;2.your nose gets all hot and stuffy.&lt;br /&gt;3.you need medicine.I hate medicine.&lt;br /&gt;4.You still have to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;5.when you play sport,mucus just runs out.So sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i hate &lt;em&gt;being sick....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergh,anyways,MY GRANNY IS MAKING CREAMPUFFS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna have some right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112504162361720307?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112504162361720307/comments/default' title='Post 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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-7286999.post-112488063384373211</id><published>2005-08-24T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:50:33.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw the anniversary pics from various people.It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Rachel.j (Darling!!):&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness,you look really beautiful in that kimono!Smile always and keep your hair!You look really pretty!I love you muchly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister made me sick!Fantastic right?I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i wanna go to school tomorrow.I feel a headache coming again.My nose is stuffed and i can't even breathe properly FROM MY MOUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point of living when you can't even BREATHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid virus.Everyone's like SICK! in school!Practiacally half of my english/CAS/HSIE is DEAD.They weren't in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were proud that they passed the virus on the INNOCENT PEOPLE LIKE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think people,think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,i should catch up on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you peeps around when i can breathe again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112488063384373211?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112488063384373211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112488063384373211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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really scary,considering the fact that I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT THAT IS DUE TOMORROW?Its a hell house now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Velvet Revolvers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112478312965529572?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112478312965529572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112478312965529572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112478312965529572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112478312965529572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112453336641887574?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112453336641887574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112453336641887574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112453336641887574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112453336641887574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112442333509460002</id><published>2005-08-18T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:48:55.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.38 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just woke up-i think about two hours ago.You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M ON A LONG WEEKEND!I don't have school TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can finally rest my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny comes in to my room(Yes,i know, she still wakes me up.I seriously cannot depend on a electronic alarm clock.I just switch it off and i'm back in dreamland.So,yes,my granny still comes in and wakes me up.),and sort of pushes my bed frame to wake me up.So i open my eyes like instantly and glares and whoever it is that pushed my bedframe.And it was my granny,she saw me glraing at her with my wide-ish eyes(mind you,i have really big eyes)and she kinda screamed-squealed.And then i went back to bed.Oh how i love my granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about alarm clocks,i realized that i can't wake up with an alarm clock (well,most of the time) and i only can wake up only whenever a human alarm clock wakes me up e.g.camille ann george.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously,she's the only one that can wake me up in all my years in junior camp and Youth Conference.Oh,thank you camille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,there were ducks in my backyard yesterday.They came and they ate.TWO SLICES OF BREAD.so fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,li'm back to reading fanfics and seriously contemplating on whether i should change my layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112442333509460002?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112442333509460002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112442333509460002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112442333509460002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112442333509460002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112436313112704922</id><published>2005-08-18T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T04:05:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its the last day of school THIS WEEK! We have pupil free day tomorrow!Yay-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had double period Music, were we lucky,or were we lucky.I keep looking back at my study timetable in Singapore and i compare it to now,and i feel so damn lucky to have come here.It's so slack and WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,continuing,i kinda stuffed up on my musical performance,LUCKILY,it wasn't a formal one or anything,wasn't counted into my performance in my grades or anything so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hell of a time in the piano room.WHEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After music,we had recess,was like eating my pork buns and enjoying the wind and sun on my skin.Seriously,go to Changi(for all those Singaporeans) in the evening-afternoon period and you know what i mean.It feels so goooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,after recess i had maths and textiles.I FINISHED HALF OF MY TOP!I just have to like sorta put the ribknit onto my wrists and my bottom of my top!And then i just have to sew a straight line down the crotch anf so the seams and the elastic band AND I'M DONE WITH MY PJ'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lunch,didn't feel like it so i threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and then we had HSIE.We had this class debate thing,and the table-group place i was with chose MiMi B, Akira and MiMi G.And for the first time,it felt good talking a lot to a popular girl.I shall admit,it felt super nice talking to a popular girl! Brittany,Amy and Sarah was just so crap they couldn't do anything about it.HA,suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,that's all that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my lemon souffle thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112436313112704922?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112436313112704922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112436313112704922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112436313112704922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112436313112704922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-last-day-of-school-this-week-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112427718438284328</id><published>2005-08-17T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T04:13:04.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a while since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've changed,i've been helping out and all,yesterday i helped with dinner,and today i swept the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no school tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably blog more then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that only KNOW,Australian's know that blogs are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURN-DURN-DURN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112427718438284328?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112427718438284328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112427718438284328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112427718438284328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112427718438284328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-while-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112393368598824541</id><published>2005-08-13T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T04:52:29.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you granny</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i'm doing this but i think i should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna tell my granny that i love her very,very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just came to talk to us,major crying session,and told us how she came here fur us.My dad migrated the whole family here because of us.Yes,all three of us,Justina,Me and Victoria.i kinda think that this whole thing is my fault,because my dad came here to give me a better future(thanks daddy)but i kinda took it for granted.I came here and became slack,from a study maniac to a good-for-nothing.(Thus the name LAK-Lazy Ass Koala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my granny came here,i kinda made her drive herself to the wall,(well,not exactly my fault,it was the family's)making her do everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made her feel vulnerable,like a maid(as bad as it may sound,yes it is true)and she didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even came to talk to us to vote if we wanted her to move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that to happen.I don't want her to go,i love my granny and i can't bear to see her cry.When she was half-crying and half-talking to us,i felt my conscience hit me in the eye,causing me to cry.It was very heart emotionally,well for me it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she brought up about how this computer situation came up,and she told me that she felt transparent,how i don't ask her anything and i just go,dash off to do my things.I feel really bad on not spending time with her,(maybe because we don't know what to do)and URGH.I just feel like a piece of shit now.No one stands more powerful in the family like my granny.And if she cries,it means serious buisness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should pray to God about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my granny to feel like she's the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I love you granny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112393368598824541?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112393368598824541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112393368598824541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112393368598824541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112393368598824541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-love-you-granny.html' title='i love you granny'/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112391820593867824</id><published>2005-08-13T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:30:05.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm actually quite not bored now to blog, because i just feel like blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go watch wedding crashers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;1.owen wilson is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;2.vincent vaughn is just pure funny&lt;br /&gt;3.the girls in there are so stupid&lt;br /&gt;4.there are hot guys at the movie theatres&lt;br /&gt;5.rachel McAdams is not a fat bitch in this movie&lt;br /&gt;6.the person playing rachel McAdams fiancee is the most shittiest person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;7.you can eat macca's in the theatre&lt;br /&gt;8.the movie is just hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicki is sick i think, she was asking me to call mom cos she felt all feverish-ish and cold.so i called mom and mom said that she should go sleep in mommy's room cos its much more warmer there.poor girl,i'll pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABP,i'm sorry i said you sucked last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the movie theatre today,some guy sneezed and katherine said bless you.that wonderful girl.she also likes that guy that walked down the stairs.i personally think that he's a metro,cos he was touching his hair so much.HAHA.yes,his hair was floppy-ish.and it kept bouncing up and down everytime he took a step down.OH-THE-JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think blogging is just like a on/off infatuation, cos i like it sometimes and when i like it i get addicted to it,and when i just don't feel like blogging, i don't give a shit about it so yes,blogging is an &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;infatuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the movie, i think its Jane Seymour? Yes, she's like called Mrs. Cleary in the movie, and she's like attracted to owen wilson,who plays John Beckwith or something like that.And she kinda corners him into his room and won't let him out unless he touches her boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old women should never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVERNEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old women+asking young men to touch their privates or boobs=pure disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,solve the equations people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still feel bad calling ABP a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112391820593867824?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112391820593867824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112391820593867824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112391820593867824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112391820593867824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-actually-quite-not-bored-now-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112383543095071697</id><published>2005-08-12T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T01:30:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to go to the movies tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112383543095071697?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112383543095071697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112383543095071697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112383543095071697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112383543095071697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-stuck-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112382150370817995</id><published>2005-08-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T21:38:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M IN SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is why i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing to do here.bleah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paigge SAYS HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hi paigge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebekah and mikayla are here too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow,this is fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paigge is telling the story of her nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BLOG MORE AT HOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112382150370817995?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112382150370817995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112382150370817995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112382150370817995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112382150370817995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-in-school-maybe-this-is-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112376173163448143</id><published>2005-08-11T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:02:11.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reasons why i don't blog so often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i'm a LAK.(Lazy Arse Koala)&lt;br /&gt;2.i can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;3.nothing motivates me to.&lt;br /&gt;4.i seriously can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is jeans for gene's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what coincidence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112376173163448143?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112376173163448143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112376173163448143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112376173163448143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112376173163448143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/reasons-why-i-dont-blog-so-often-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112323313784010807</id><published>2005-08-05T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T02:12:17.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nose is still killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll put the pics up here now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes!C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my account isn't working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112323313784010807?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112323313784010807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112323313784010807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112323313784010807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112323313784010807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/bah-my-nose-is-still-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112315470814719194</id><published>2005-08-04T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T04:25:08.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh pity me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasal congestion,crazy cough and a always existent HEADACHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed school today,slept practically for the whole day,HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at about 950 am,and then ate breakfast.went on the comp,went back to sleep.and then woke up and then comp,tv and comp again,dinner comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.my life is so damn boring can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.going to tag my honey's tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bigad.com.au"&gt;ITS A BIG AD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell,ITS SO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112315470814719194?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112315470814719194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112315470814719194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112315470814719194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112315470814719194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-pity-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112263141893068661</id><published>2005-07-29T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T03:03:38.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY INTERNET IS FINALLY UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man,i miss blogging,like how shit is moving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ha,my room rocks and I HAVE A POOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes,it makes moving all that worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that happened when i wasn't blogging:&lt;br /&gt;1.i fell on the metal bit from the sticky tape holder.(ouch.i know)&lt;br /&gt;2.i played too much badminton&lt;br /&gt;3.i pushed vicki into our pool when it was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;4.i have duties to clean my pool.&lt;br /&gt;5.i sent emails to david,and billy.&lt;br /&gt;6.nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to take quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112263141893068661?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112263141893068661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112263141893068661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112263141893068661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112263141893068661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-internet-is-finally-up-oh-mani-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112200626442152861</id><published>2005-07-21T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:24:24.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M FINALLY BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving is terrible,but hey,new houses are cool.i have A POOL.oh yeahh,come over people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTAYEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,i'm going to take the time to net surf so yeahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYESSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112200626442152861?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112200626442152861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112200626442152861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112200626442152861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112200626442152861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-finally-blogging-moving-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112159676029745920</id><published>2005-07-17T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T03:39:20.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh-the-joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to share testimonies next week about camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT DIDN'T GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does he have to do it?i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,today,was really funny.went to church and all,had service yuppyupp,normal routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then all of a sudden,we started playing pepsi cola?like the stepping game?matt kept winning,HAHA,but erinn got him out.wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check out my sister's blog,it has the link for the pictures of the camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112159676029745920?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112159676029745920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112159676029745920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112159676029745920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112159676029745920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-joy-we-have-to-share-testimonies.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112149816621361849</id><published>2005-07-16T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:16:06.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from my sleepover!It was good fun!Isaw Mrs.Taylor first and then Katherine,and then Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to her room and then we started talking then.Heehee.it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched vids,and all,played monopoly,and about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS BAILEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness,he rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carried him,cos he allowed me.WHEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw THE DIRT BIKES!&lt;br /&gt;oh way cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112149816621361849?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112149816621361849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112149816621361849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112149816621361849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112149816621361849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-from-my-sleepoverit-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112139349797779888</id><published>2005-07-14T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:11:38.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok,now i'm back to BLOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;day one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;woke up at like 7.30 am to do some last minute packing and to prepare myself to head for uncle anthony's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once we reached there,said goodbyes to mommy,and daddy and gogo and granny.went in the house,lazed around for i don't know how long,started going into renee's room and trashed it(i think).and then aaron and uncle anthony came home from i don't know where and then we headed towards Merroo Christian Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I was sitting in the back with joos and aaron in the passenger seat and obviously uncle anthony driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I didn't see much cos i was sleeping during most of the trip there,so yeah.Though i did catch some sceneric views.was super SPECTACULAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Once reached there,we had our lunches and all,Uncle Benson was already there with some other people.haha.was so funny when we reached there,moved here and there,couldn't go in the room cos they were still packing up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;then more people started coming,and then we played some ice breaker games,was SUPER fun (even though I was the only teen in my group.)the first ice breaker game was to make a boat,and then have like 4 people in it,and two of them carrying a bible,and then run to one end of the room and run back.and the second game was like a find-a-person thing,where they had like questions that asked like "find a person who read this quiz before starting it" and then you run off to find that person?yeahh,that kinda thing.and then last one was like a scavenger hunt thing,memorize verses and all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After that,we had free time,and i walked around with jiejie and took pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(i'll have the pics posted up ASAP.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and then we went back for a shower and then it was dinns and then a message,discussion special video presentation(seriously the vid is really good.)and then vespers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Stayed up till about 1 in the morning playing Mafia(a card game)and we moved from plaxce to place.HOW ANNOYING WAS THAT?so irritating.so most of the time,it was spent choosing a place to play a card game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Day Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;woke up at 6.50 am to prepare for quiet time in the morning,so walked to the audi for quiet time,after we were done with that,we had breakfast!it was really good,people serving us and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After breakfast,we had like,another message and all that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and then we had lunch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(you know its really annoying that you don't remember a thing at camp,except for the wonderful messages that dr.Tow gave us.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and the game time,supposed to go horse riding but was cancelled cos they weren't enough horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and then message,and then sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woke up and found out it was like raining that very morning,THE SKY WAS SUPER FOGGY.couldn't see a thing!was wondering how we could go horse riding.then we had messages,and then we couldn't in the end cos the grounds were slippery from something.and then we went to play tennis,and then switched to volleyball.and i got bruises.(MY BRUISE IS CALLED BRUCE!how sexy is that name)anyways,yeah.tennis made me all stiff and i can't move now.my body is like,stuck to one spot.sitting down on a chair makes it even worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Day Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LAST DAY OF CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;went off to play another round of tennis and then went for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;after lunch we went to feed to alpacca's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;AND ALPACCA SPAT ON VICKY'S FACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WAAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;it was so funny.(punkin boy,you know what i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;and then we went home,went to bankstown before going back to uncle anthony's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and here i am now,in the morning after camp,all blue-y cos school is starting next week.DAMMIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't wanna go back,but now i have to get ready for my sleepover at katherine's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BOOYAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;GC ROCKS MY LIFE SO BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112139349797779888?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112139349797779888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112139349797779888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112139349797779888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112139349797779888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/oknow-im-back-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112132804362815750</id><published>2005-07-14T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:00:43.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK FROM CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired,and sore and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know what,i tellyou everything on monday cos i have things on, on friday and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112132804362815750?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112132804362815750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112132804362815750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112132804362815750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112132804362815750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-from-camp-woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112098861243273342</id><published>2005-07-10T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T02:43:32.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love my skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHHHHHS.AND LOVE LIKE WHOA! TO &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NIKKI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos she did my PERFECTPERFECTPERFECT skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;beatriz&lt;/span&gt;,you should be jealous by now.YES YOU SHOULD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BILLY MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't exactly been blogging all this time cos i was so lazy to type out all my life shit to you guys SO YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for church camp tomorrow!SO EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a super long time since i went for a decent family camp.just that my whole family isn't going.cos daddy,mommy,gogo and granny have to go to the restaurant to WORKWORKWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna work but I HAVE CAMP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.i'm obsessing over my SKIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to thank nikki so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe get her something BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sentence down there really is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at the sentence after this sentence.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112098861243273342?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112098861243273342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112098861243273342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112098861243273342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112098861243273342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/wahhh-dont-you-just-love-my-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112088976541054558</id><published>2005-07-08T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:16:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just came back from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not homework work,but working my ass off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the night shift tonight,many people booked heaps of places tonight,expecting a lot of customers tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically,my work is just clearing tables,setting tables,giving menu's and serving food,its as easy as that,no pain,all gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU NIKKI SO MUCH FOR THE SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ROCKROCKROCKROCKROCKROCKROCKROCKROCKROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112088976541054558?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112088976541054558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112088976541054558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112088976541054558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112088976541054558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-just-came-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112079609839377332</id><published>2005-07-07T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T21:14:58.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packing and packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit tired man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAILS ARE FIRE HOT BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my nails are red.my mom hates them,thus making me want to paint them more red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really blog right now.so busy packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112079609839377332?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112079609839377332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112079609839377332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112079609839377332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112079609839377332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112062308083823905</id><published>2005-07-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T21:11:20.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sitting alone(well,technically speaking.joos is doing something for daddy and vicki's playing final fantasy IX and i'm here doing my own thing,so i'm alone)in my room,dazing and listening to muse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almighty muse rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute.SUGARCULT!oh yeah.they're good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb.HUM ZING PENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yum.granny's gonna make more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,there's this commercial that really gets me on my nerves,and there's this dude,that puts on that really annoying speaking voice which he so calls thinks that it sounds hey!-i'm-on-the-ten o' clock-news! kinda thing.ok.so here it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"grrrrrrravox cheekeeen stock sooouuuup is grrrreat forrrr you!and!it tastes jussst like reall cheeekeeeen stock!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously.stop acting gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man,go Billy Talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112062308083823905?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112062308083823905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112062308083823905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112062308083823905'/><link 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limewire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last CD I bought was :&lt;br /&gt;Still Not Getting Any-Simple Plan&lt;br /&gt;(JIEJIEJOOS!that destiny child's cd was BOUGHT BY ME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song playing right now :&lt;br /&gt;no.the freaking comp sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs I've been listening to lately or mean a lot to me :&lt;br /&gt;1 - Champagne-Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;2 - October Skies-Waking Ashland&lt;br /&gt;3 - Bob-NoFX&lt;br /&gt;4 - Stuck in America-Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;5 - Hysteria-Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to whom I'm passing the baton :&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz Baohui Camille JoanneChin SharonShum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If your name has been stated, please copy and paste the above questions and place into your own personal blog. Fill in answers and keep the chain going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112054611312844147?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112054611312844147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112054611312844147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112054611312844147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112054611312844147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112020457494168861</id><published>2005-07-01T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:56:14.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't talked to nikki yett...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD CHARLOTTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy to type out an entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have one thing to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLY MARTIN KICKS ASS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112020457494168861?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112020457494168861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112020457494168861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112020457494168861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112020457494168861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/07/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112013388228109369</id><published>2005-06-30T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T05:18:02.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like.bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should ask nikki to make a good charlotte skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112013388228109369?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112013388228109369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112013388228109369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112013388228109369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112013388228109369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112003749155775872</id><published>2005-06-29T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:31:31.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o1. name - Tamms&lt;br /&gt;o2. single or taken - single&lt;br /&gt;o3. gender - female&lt;br /&gt;o4. age - 15&lt;br /&gt;o5. eye colour -Dark Brown.apparently,as what my friends say&lt;br /&gt;o6. hair colour - Brownish-Reddish with Red highlights&lt;br /&gt;o7. do u have a bf/gf - no&lt;br /&gt;o8. do u have crush - hmm.is billy martin one?&lt;br /&gt;o9. your favorite place to shop - Miranda.its the nearest.damn,why does australia have to be so big?!&lt;br /&gt;1o. your favourite shop - Nine West&lt;br /&gt;11. your favourite brands - Mainly Dior,Armani and Chanel&lt;br /&gt;12. your favourite designer - same as before&lt;br /&gt;13. have tattoos or piercings -one,unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;14. what's your job - Student&lt;br /&gt;15. do you do drugs - hell no?!what do you think i am?&lt;br /&gt;16. what shampoo do you use - Herbel Essence&lt;br /&gt;17.what's your greatest fear - my paranioria.i think too much about throwing up and not eating.i hate eating.&lt;br /&gt;18. who is the last person that called you - stupid teleone person&lt;br /&gt;19. the last person who sms'ed you - i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;2o. color - PURPLE!&lt;br /&gt;21. food - peanutty butterrr&lt;br /&gt;22. boy's name - Billy,Dean,William,David,Martin,Christian&lt;br /&gt;23. girl's name - Cadence,Sage,Natalie,Jayne(or jay-ane)&lt;br /&gt;24. subjects in school - TXT and music&lt;br /&gt;25. teacher - no one i guess.mrs.corby.cos she's so nice&lt;br /&gt;26. place - Wherever i feel safe,or some place with good grande vanilla espresso&lt;br /&gt;27. animal - Dogs&lt;br /&gt;28. sports - softball&lt;br /&gt;29. drink - i miss ribena(you hardly find ribena here.pffst)&lt;br /&gt;3o. you wish you could live somewhere else -i really wanna live in Europe with my loved one&lt;br /&gt;31. you think about suicide - no,i don't.what do you think i AM?&lt;br /&gt;32. you believe in online dating - maybe?i met my "close" friend online&lt;br /&gt;33. others find you smart - i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;34. you want more piercings- yeah.a belly one&lt;br /&gt;35. you drink -sometimes&lt;br /&gt;36 you smoke - eew.smoking is badd &lt;br /&gt;37 you do drugs - hmm.those pe lessons are getting on me&lt;br /&gt;38. you like cleaning - i'm a neat freak&lt;br /&gt;39. you like roller coasters - YESYESYESYES!&lt;br /&gt;4o. you act loud/quiet in a crowd - do i act?&lt;br /&gt;41. ever cried over a girl/boy - yes&lt;br /&gt;42. ever cheated over a boy/girl - no.but i know some people who do.tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;43. ever lied to someone and felt guilty -i feel guilty all the time(EATING TOO MUCH!)&lt;br /&gt;44. ever been arrested - never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NUMBER..]&lt;br /&gt;45. of times you have had ur heart broken- the serious or minor one? serious:25 times&lt;br /&gt;46. of hearts you have broken - zero i think&lt;br /&gt;47. of girls you've slept with - a whole heap&lt;br /&gt;48. of boys you've slept with - my godbrother when we were like 4-5 years old,then YES.&lt;br /&gt;49. of drugs taken illegaly - nup&lt;br /&gt;5o. of people you consider your enemies - hmm.i wonder&lt;br /&gt;51. of times your name has appeared in the newspaper - twice.&lt;br /&gt;52. of times you made a fool of yourself in public -HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ARE YOU...]&lt;br /&gt;53. smart - hmm.i dunno.maybe?&lt;br /&gt;54. funny -i think i'm funny&lt;br /&gt;55. hot - oh gosh.I WISH&lt;br /&gt;56. friendly -yupps!&lt;br /&gt;57. clever -i'm a nerd.go figure&lt;br /&gt;58. lovable - yay!&lt;br /&gt;59: caring - i do care for people&lt;br /&gt;6o. sweet - hmm.i don't think i am.&lt;br /&gt;61. cute - isn't cute the same as sweet?oh lian-ish&lt;br /&gt;62. arrogant - sometimes&lt;br /&gt;63. cheeky - HEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;64. photogenic - i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WHAT'S YOUR...]&lt;br /&gt;65. motto - life's pop chizzle when you chill!&lt;br /&gt;66. best subject - music and textiles&lt;br /&gt;67. weakness - i'm hot tempered.&lt;br /&gt;68. next ambition -I WANT TO WORK IN A MAGAZINE FIRM SO I CAN MEET MOTLEY CRUE AND GOOD CHARLOTTE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112003749155775872?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112003749155775872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112003749155775872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112003749155775872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112003749155775872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/o1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112003360594947858</id><published>2005-06-29T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:26:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you can see.i blogged today at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEFFALUMP!THE POOH MOVIE.I WANT I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days more of the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so techincally,TODAY IS MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOH YEAHHH BABBBYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not going to make like hot chocolates for people and dirty my fingers.ITS SO GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate pj day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinead's not going.so i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112003360594947858?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112003360594947858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112003360594947858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112003360594947858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112003360594947858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-you-can-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-112001867708543749</id><published>2005-06-28T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:17:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in school now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period= Geography. With Mrs.Streater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just plagerised(sp?) like some wine information.HAHAHAHA.tsktsk tamms.naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to catch the freaking bus today.MY MOM DITCHED ME YESTERDAY.AND I HAD TO WAIT FOR LIKE SO LONG.LIKE ALMOST AN HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom wasn't sorry when she came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-112001867708543749?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/112001867708543749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=112001867708543749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112001867708543749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/112001867708543749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-in-school-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111994788765958419</id><published>2005-06-28T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T01:38:07.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.today it was drizzling again.oh-the-joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.today in pe.we were playing "zooloo" in the rain.haha.i was like complaining so much.HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should ask nikki to make me a skin with good charlotte in it.I SHOULD YOU KNOW.hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.i waited FOR LIKE.A WHOLE HOUR FOR MOMMY TO COME AND PICK ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man.i was IN THE RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was cold and freezing and TIRED.like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mrs.cull said goodbye to me.along with ms.fernandez,mrs.corby,mrs.devenish,mrs.magahan,MS.BROWNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MANY RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to say sad byebye's to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111994788765958419?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-7286999.post-111986851148362901</id><published>2005-06-27T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T03:35:12.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite happy today,considering the fact that the holidays are so near.the working bee is on this saturday,and i'm looking forward to it!yay!it kinda erminds me of cleaning up in Bethany.oh how i miss it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school today,with rain pouring down so BADLY.it was raining today.hehe hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do anything.was so freaking tired cos i was talking to justina in the middle of the night.SO SAD RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so tiredddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like my new skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111967100289695889</id><published>2005-06-24T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:43:22.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its like.1 something in the afternoon.i'm and still sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having this saturday morning headaches again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting my report back on Thursday.oh-great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what mrs.kauffman would put me down as.i'm suspecting a B.or a C.i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get really bad marks for geography cos i hate it so damn much.oh man.mrs.soares doesn't even know what's going on HALF OF THE TIME,and she talks really fast when you have to write down stuff!like talk normally to your friends.YEAH.that is the speed she's going at to dictate to us points down for Dubbo or Darwin.pffst.how on earth are we supposed to understand information if we don't know what wer'e writing MOST OF THE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get a B for pe.i tried my best this year!SOFTBALL!oh yeahh!hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining yesterday!WOWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had to use my wonderful.hmm.nice jacket to cover my poor head.which was going to get soaked anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change my blog name.so if i do,PLEASE RE-LINK ME AGAIN OKIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodgood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like mt template now.ITS PRETTYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to nikki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just have to make minor changes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.i should be ready by today.my dad and mom and auntie and sister and grandma are out,leaving me and mojo alone at home.shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED MY LUNCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granny.come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Class" by Catherine Zeta Jones and Queen Latifah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;(Catherine):&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to fair dealing?&lt;br /&gt;And pure ethics&lt;br /&gt;And nice manners?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it everyone now is a pain in the ass?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;(Queen Latifah):&lt;br /&gt;Class.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to, "Please, may I?"&lt;br /&gt;And, "Yes, thank you?"&lt;br /&gt;And, "How charming?"&lt;br /&gt;Now, every son of a bitch is a snake in the grass&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Class!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there ain't no gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;To open up the doors&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no ladies now,&lt;br /&gt;There's only pigs and whores&lt;br /&gt;And even kids'll knock ya down&lt;br /&gt;So's they can pass&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's got no class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to old values?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;And fine morals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;And good breeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Now, no one even says "oops" when they're&lt;br /&gt;Passing their gas&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA &lt;/span&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there ain't no gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;That's fit for any use&lt;br /&gt;And any girl'd touch your privates&lt;br /&gt;For a deuce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;And even kids'll kick your shins and give you sass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;And even kids'll kick your shins and give you sass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's got no class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;All you read about today is rape and theft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ, ain't there no decency left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's got no class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Every guy is a snot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Every girl is a twat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;What a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;What a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VELMA&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;MATRON&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;What became of class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA.this song is SO CUTE.you should go watch chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS FUNNY AS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my granny just came back!YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having spaghetti for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see here.i'm trying to make as many people as i can jealous.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE I COME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111967100289695889?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111967100289695889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111967100289695889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111967100289695889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111967100289695889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111960662640166999</id><published>2005-06-24T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T02:50:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm eating my dinner,writing an entry and reading fan fics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.am i like superwoman,or am i like just with special powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought men could only do one thing at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.i was so cold.seriously.i was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what i was wearing HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long sleeved top,with my polo pe top on top,my shorts,and my trackies over,my thickthick socks and erm.my nice comfy joggers.&lt;br /&gt;and i was still freezing.WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friggin wind was like.BLOWING in my face,every single second.yeah.i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.today.we had pe for first period.and then we like playing mini tennis.AND ABBY AND VEZ AND SOPHIE WERE CHEATING.we were meant to get like 5-6 and they were like.NONO.its 5-4.and we were like.whatever.stupid people who don't know the rules shouldn't play.but then again.rules are meant to be broken.so yeah.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh man.my dinner is being neglected.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum.my dinns is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GREAT.my fork just dropped on the CARPET.shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greeeeat.now i have to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my granny woke up this morning and made me chwee kueh.yummmm.and then she made this drink for my sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY GRANDMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she rockkks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.and then.i had all the normal subbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.that girl was pissing me off so BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i COULD NOT.stand her.i wanted to slap her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH JUST ONLY HER AMBIENCE.i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the weekend!AND ON FRIDAY.I DON'T NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANANANANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might as well catch up with the weekend whileit lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yuh l8ter peeps (oh gosh.i so hate that type of language.like you know how when people type out like this. Hi My NaMe Is TaMmY tAn ThIs TyPiNg Is So KeWlIeZ.oh yuck. lian-fied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shudder*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111960662640166999?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111960662640166999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111960662640166999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111960662640166999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111960662640166999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-eating-my-dinnerwriting-entry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111951168707594737</id><published>2005-06-23T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:31:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh man.its been so long since i like.seriously blogged,my mom and my auntie are out working,or let's just say,TRYING to work.cos its a new line, and they don't know what to do yet,so yeah.God Bless and Good luck for all that they're doing!(hmm.i'm in the process of wanting to go and help granny eat her apple things and blog at the same time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MY GRANDMA CAME!with my AUNITE!and then i saw KRYSTAL GOH SHU YAN the vdery next day!OH THE JOY!hahaha.i get to see fellow singaporeans.krystal was so QUIET.sighhhhh.i miss talking to her.COME ONLINE KRYSTAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i saw a video of this woman called Philappa giving birth.not just picutres(like joanne did) BUT IN A VIDEO.WITH FULL ON ZOOM IN CAMERA.yes.how gay.AND I SAW IT.how do you think i felt?it was disgusting and i will never want to think about it.AGAIN!but i do want kids.yuck.the video made me so SICK!i couldn't eat.(yay!i lost 2 kg from that!)i was so disgusted.YUCKYUCKYUCKYUCKYUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have the "Erin Shire" song by the corrs stuck in my head now.NONONONO!i did it for music and we did irish dancing.man.it was SO FREAKING TIRING.my legs.OH MY LEGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.i called jojo last night.YES.ALL THE WAY TO SINGAPORE.you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to wish her happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man,i'm so nice to her.she should've made a trip down to PA to see Daeun!DAEUN!i hevn't talked to her in AGES!oh man.i miss daeun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not over the freaking video.i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.was.so.cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking 11 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COLD.i was like.wearing my long sleeved white blouse,with my wonderful thick tunic,my fluffy red jumper(which is very warm when it wants to be),my blazer,gloves,and a scarf.AND I WASN'T WARM.oh right.i wore stockings with socks underneath it.AND I STILL WASN'T WARM.i ws freezing.perpetually.freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hands felt like it was frost bitten or something.COLCOLD.and then chanel had to come with her wonderful garlic bread,and make me feel all bad about eating it.and then i went and gave in and wanted to buy some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ran out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$#$#%(^%*&amp;amp;^%%((!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh-the-joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate garlic bread now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like eating anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get off this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BILLY !!!!!&lt;33333!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111918044512923557</id><published>2005-06-19T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T04:27:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SO HAPPY.</title><content type='html'>you know why i'm so happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Gran and auntie is here.TO STAY.oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW KRYSTAL AND WE HAD HELL OF A FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blog about it next time, but now i have to go cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M OBSESSING WITH BILLY RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7286999.post-111891910836720369</id><published>2005-06-16T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T03:51:48.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back!(as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall start from today's first period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paigge wasn't in school again.why?i'd really like to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIGGE.IF YOU'RE READING THIS.PLEASE TAG MY FLOOBLE.i really want to know what's going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going towards room 17 when katherine called me.so i like waited outside the workshops for her.and then we went for music together.hoho.and then we played stuff.i actually enjoyed it!chloe,katherine and i were in the piano room practising for our composition piece.and it actually worked out quite well.THANKS TO KATHERINE!who practically did everything.HAHAHAHA. i was too lazy to do like.ANYTHING.yeah. _ _ _ _ _ _ (*winkwink*) was practically hanging out.well.TRYING to hang out with _ _ _ _.but she obviously couldn't.cos _ _ _ _ didn't want to.so yeahh.STUFF THAT YOU LITTLE PIECEOFCRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.actually had cas before music.heh heh.&gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;didn't do much.just.bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the whole day went by.in textiles.was like.lazing around in the library and liz was busy making the "GAME" up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO BEATRICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M MEETING KRYSTAL ON SATURDAY!WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KRYSTAL 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BILLY MARTIN LOVERRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.i love her so muc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111891910836720369?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111891910836720369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111891910836720369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111891910836720369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111891910836720369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-backas-usual-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111875003058354994</id><published>2005-06-14T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T04:53:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 random things about me&lt;br /&gt;#1.my tongue can do this weird shape stuff.&lt;br /&gt;#2. i love school.&lt;br /&gt;#3. i hate party's.&lt;br /&gt;#4.i'm always thinking about anorexia and bulimia.&lt;br /&gt;#5.i kinda stop eating chips.&lt;br /&gt;#6.i have weird earlobes.&lt;br /&gt;#7.i'm so egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;#8.i love acting in the toilet.like.with Simple Plan and Good Charlotte.And sometimes.even My Chemical Romance.&lt;br /&gt;#9.I love neatness.but i'm never neat.&lt;br /&gt;#10.i love the feeling of sore muscles.ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 places I've visited/been to&lt;br /&gt;#1. Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;#2.Malaysia.(oh-the-joy)&lt;br /&gt;#3.Sydney&lt;br /&gt;#4.Thailand&lt;br /&gt;#5.Queensland&lt;br /&gt;#6.Perth&lt;br /&gt;#7.Joanne's House&lt;br /&gt;#8.BenK's House&lt;br /&gt;#9.SINGAPORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I want to do before I die&lt;br /&gt;#1.get married and have kids.(with a super hot and famous dude)&lt;br /&gt;#2.go to europe.like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;#3.be proposed to.&lt;br /&gt;#4.Have at leat 3 different relationships with guys.&lt;br /&gt;#5.Go on tv.and have a movie of my own.&lt;br /&gt;#6.HUG BILLY MARTIN&lt;br /&gt;#7.KISS BILLY MARTIN&lt;br /&gt;#8.MARRY BILLY MARTIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 ways to win my heart&lt;br /&gt;#1.Think that no matter what i look like,you'll still love me.&lt;br /&gt;#2.Inner Beauty&lt;br /&gt;#3. Ignore me/Play hard to get!&lt;br /&gt;#4. Explain me in three words&lt;br /&gt;#5. Take initiatives&lt;br /&gt;#6. remember little minor details.but not in a really over the top kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;#7. just be your normal self.don't like act in front of me or something.pure selfness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 things that annoy you&lt;br /&gt;#1. those shit-ass people who think they're everything.(paris hilton*hinthint*)&lt;br /&gt;#2. people who act dumb.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Stalkers.&lt;br /&gt;#4. Cold Blooded creatures.&lt;br /&gt;#5. insensitive people&lt;br /&gt;#6. those thick skinned a-holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;#1. That lady from Ju-On and The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;#2. my mind playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;#3. fire&lt;br /&gt;#4.not thinking before i talk.&lt;br /&gt;#5. the stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favourite things in my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;#1. My bed&lt;br /&gt;#2. my computer.&lt;br /&gt;#3. My Quilt/Doona/Blankety Blanket.&lt;br /&gt;#4. My cupboard.Cos it called BILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I do everyday&lt;br /&gt;#1. Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;#2. Go to School.As usual.&lt;br /&gt;#3.Put moisturizer on my face.and spray deodarant.and perfume.and wear my uniform.and stockings.and the usual things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 things i want to do right now:&lt;br /&gt;#1. watch the saturday night live thing.&lt;br /&gt;#2.sleep.i'm so puffed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 person I want to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;#1. r.j&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saturday night live is crapping the piss out of me.its so FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111875003058354994?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111875003058354994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>this page took a long time to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't that pic there &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; really works.its kinda SMALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.i should change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had our thingo.erm.what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPIRITUALITY DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise known as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFLECTION DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously.it was SO A BLUDGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all wondering where paigge went.chanel said she LOST 8 KILOS.like hello?she'll be a pole by now.well she is one anyways.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conferencing with chuang.helping him with things.straightening things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should change the picture to MY LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLYMARTIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN.ILOVEHIMSOMUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111874532277672843?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111874532277672843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111874532277672843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111874532277672843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111874532277672843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-page-took-long-time-to-load.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111865970957965876</id><published>2005-06-13T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T03:48:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog twice a day.i really do keep the bored entertained.dad and mom are out.and im secretly blogging.and being online.(again as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm conferencing with joycelynn.i haven't been talking to her FOR AGES!i keep ignoring her.you know.sometimes you just have to cherish the friendship that you have overseas.you'll never know when they'll leave you.so.yes.keep that all in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.scabbed this off someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOUR LAST...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry:hmm.like.on the plane early this year in january.when i was leaving singapore.it was so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barfing moment:last year?i dunno.i think i was sick of mrs.stevens that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss:last night.my mom goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken heart:last year.when i broke off with duane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing you ate:those japanese green pea stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing you bought:my girlfriend mag.IT WAS 5 BUCKS.(rip off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gig you went:kid courageous.i'm so lazy to go out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;text message:haha.to ask gogo doris to get me new sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;album you bought:Still Not Getting Any- Simple Plan.(i intend to buy my MXPX album soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing you saw on tv:MYTHBUSTERS!it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party you went:katherine's.man did i piss my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sorry":er.when i stepped on ben's shoe.HAHAHA.it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excercise:this morning.KAYAKING!woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toilet break:5 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last conference:WHAT DO YOU MEAN?i'm conferencing right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture taken:i think it was this afternoon?posing for some stupid photo jiejie wanted.BLEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.these types of tests are fun!hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to the national park today.it was fun!knocking into renee and jiejie.HOHO.it was super fun!and then.we went to stanwell tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well actually.before that.we were waiting in the car for a long long time.cos.daddy and uncle anthony sorta capszied.and they got really wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i had totake care of daddy's phone and wallet.we dried it all up!(cos i'm so nice).and jiejie and renee helped as well.cos they were both nice people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a lot of money in daddy's wallet.(heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were reaching stanwell tops.jiejie was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hey!there's the &lt;em&gt;bitch&lt;/em&gt;!" and then i looked at her and i was like."HUH?".and then i realized she meant.THE BEACH.&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes you just have to pronounce your words a little better jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.i'm going to change my pic on my template.so.byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111865970957965876?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111865970957965876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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people at my place!wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at hmm.8 am.and then like.picked out an outift and then WENT OUT!why?cos we wanted to go and kayak!hoho.and its so cold.the phone rang.but i wasn't fast enough for the person to wait.stupid dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog when i feel like it cos now i don't feel like it.i'd probably do blogging tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111864742297385481?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111864742297385481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111864742297385481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111864742297385481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111864742297385481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-are-people-at-my-placewonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111847359657469145</id><published>2005-06-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T00:06:36.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister is annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm negotiating with her.i always give in.sigh.sometimes i like,do everything for her and she doesn't do anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!i got my Loreal erm.face wash gel!like finally.for a long time of negotiating and bribing,i got it!my mom always wanted a perfect face for me.but she didn't MAKE THAT HAPPEN.always bought me all those crappy face wash that doesnt help.pffst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at woolworths and then i saw the mag with paris hilton and her fiance PARIS?!!!yes.and i think she's pregnant!she looks like it.hope she doesn't call it paris junior or something.it would be hell of a disaster.sigh.and i wonder what she'll look like with her figure all out of proportions.HOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm conferencing with bao hui now!she's SUPER SKINNY!like seriously.i'd kill for like.to be as skinny as her.and she's 153 cm.and i'm like.164 or something.sigh.guys here are SUPER SUPER tall and lean.(all surfie's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.do i love good charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made.my sister LOVE good charlotte.and she appreciates me for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS LISTEN TO GOOD CHARLOTTE.you'll never know what'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning and found out that my mom actually set my alarm clock for 9 in the morning.and then she realized that i wasn't awake so she set it for 10.and i woke up.sigh.my beauty sleep was so damn ruined.i was actually comfortable FOR ONCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually vicky's snores would wake me up but no.i slept.earlier than her.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she had to wake me up.ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad lent me his planet hollywood jumper.(i love my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he taught me how to play golf.how to eat sushi.how to write.(that's why i'm a leftie)and to draw.my dad draws really well.but apparently.his art skills aren't that sticky on me.its on justina.she like drawing and she can't stop?i love music and i can't stop listening to it.SOESHLY FOR GOOD CHARLOTTE.seriously.i'm HOOKED on it.and blink.and muse.foo fighters.and all the other bands i listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicky loves.LOVELOVELOVES.creating a mess.i dunno what she likes to do.but from what i see.she loves creating mess.A WHOLE LOT OF MESS.and she torments people like liz does.it super irritating and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIZ!she can't help but annoy people like till their shit hangs on their nose!like seriously.its like her job her hobbie to like.torment people.especially chanel.she get's so cut when liz tells her she needs braces!heh heh.&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends in school.(except some exceptions."special" people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my school.excluding the bitch shits in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my subjects.they're so MUCH enjoyable then singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love singapore.except for the bloody hell hard school standards.seriously.schooling here is SO MUCH stressless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though.the shopping here is a RIP OFF.super rip off.don't shop here.unless its on sale or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GREAT SINGAPORE SALE!(i think.i forgot what it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famous amos cookies!yumm!delish!and the subway cookies here are like.*whoosh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333!(billy martin!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111847359657469145?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111847359657469145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111847359657469145' title='0 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for blogging.always the same damn thing.oh sigh oh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a fun time at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLAYED THE NURSE IN ROMEO AND JULIET!and katherine was Lady Capulet.it was FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mimi was benvolio.akira was gregory.krystan was sampson.tara was romeo.ashleigh sherrin was julet.anneliese was Lady Capulet(in the first bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is DINNER TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111839245288663501?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111839245288663501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. tammy&lt;br /&gt;2. tamms&lt;br /&gt;3. tim tam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. I HEART BILLY MARTIN!&lt;br /&gt;2. tammilicious&lt;br /&gt;3. MICK DRANK FROM MY CUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE MY EYES.&lt;br /&gt;2. my hair.OMG!i want a side swept FRINGE!&lt;br /&gt;3. my toes.i love my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. my flabba-cious tummy&lt;br /&gt;2. My fat thighs&lt;br /&gt;3. My fat arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. chinkii&lt;br /&gt;2. cheena&lt;br /&gt;3.CHI!-nese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. anorexia&lt;br /&gt;2. my father&lt;br /&gt;3. God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. MUSICCCCCCCCC&lt;br /&gt;2. sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. COMPUTERRR.i seriously can't live without it.unless the telly's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Secondary 1 orientation shirt + Goofy long sleeved throwover&lt;br /&gt;2. STC  shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. Pierre Cardin Underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;2. Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;3. MXPX&lt;br /&gt;4.Lagwagon&lt;br /&gt;5.Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;6.MCR&lt;br /&gt;7.Billy Talent&lt;br /&gt;8.Simple Plan(sorry,can't help it)&lt;br /&gt;9.Green Day&lt;br /&gt;10.Incubus&lt;br /&gt;ok.too much...i'll name more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Good Charlotte-In this World(murder)&lt;br /&gt;2. MCR-I'm not okay(i promise)&lt;br /&gt;3. Waking Ashland - October Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nice teeth&lt;br /&gt;2. Brains and a good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;3. MONEYS $$$&lt;br /&gt;+ 4. love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;1. I smile weird&lt;br /&gt;2. I hosted a tv programme&lt;br /&gt;3. I was in a TV ad when I was around 8 with Andrea cos she asked me to.(for fun.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE PREFERRED SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bones. Hip bones, shoulder blades, jaws, ribs, ankles, spines. Just wow, yum.&lt;br /&gt;2. Definition. Muscles and sweet sweet lines.&lt;br /&gt;3. Proportion. In the face, yeah just about anything appealing goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Showering for a long long time&lt;br /&gt;2. MUSICCCCCCCCC.playing listening dreaming&lt;br /&gt;3. Shopping and acting like I'm famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. GO TO THE NOISE TO THE WORLD CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;2. STREAK MY HAIR PURPLE&lt;br /&gt;3. SEE BILLY MARTIN AND DAVID DESROSIERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING/YOU'VE CONSIDERED:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fashion magazine editor&lt;br /&gt;2. Planner for some sort.(i'm a perfectionist.esp in school.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Designer.or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1.New York&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore&lt;br /&gt;3. Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cadence&lt;br /&gt;2. Sage&lt;br /&gt;3. Jayne/Jay-ane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. hug Billy Martin&lt;br /&gt;2. have a wedding&lt;br /&gt;3. play a decent piece of music on the drums.HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY:&lt;br /&gt;1. THINGS DYING ARE COOL!&lt;br /&gt;2. They have cooties&lt;br /&gt;3. I cuss and swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A CHICK:&lt;br /&gt;1. FETISH FOR SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;2. MAGAZINES!&lt;br /&gt;3. OHMYGOSH!*gigglegigglegiggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE THAT I WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Paigge Warton&lt;br /&gt;2. rj&lt;br /&gt;3. Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.i scabbed this off sharon shum!yes.i hope she doesn't mind me doing this.i'm so hungry i could eat an elephant.well.not exactly but i yearn for a grande vanilla espresso.like how mary-kate is doing hers and all.i think that the bleah-i-don't-give-a-shit kinda attitude is growing on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THING IS!I'M SUCH A PERFECTIONIST THAT I CAN'T DO THAT!the dumpster chic look is really.too messy for me.OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;char kway teow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111830911127749205?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111830911127749205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111830911127749205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111830911127749205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111830911127749205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/three-names-you-go-by-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111821872382862391</id><published>2005-06-08T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T01:18:43.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh hellos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm obviously back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna blog real short cos i wanna see other people's blogs, i'll blog when i can.soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a good day at school today.strssed out like crazy.(usual me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad are gonna come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111821872382862391?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111821872382862391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111821872382862391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paigge came to school today.(oh well.she can't jig so many times i guess.bad absence record.hoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she had to leave early for a doctor's appointment.oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.and then jiejie's friend teille, she had an excuse JUST TO GO SHOPPING.like wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so freaking lax down here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even think my mom would EVER do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phwee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't enjoy school today.it was boring.esp with that chapman getting on my nerves.(no one enjoys school with her around.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh.OH THE JOY OF HAVING HER AROUND.(i might as well kill myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are out.(as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-7286999.post-111804573107034485</id><published>2005-06-06T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:15:33.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my blog oh-so-very-much.hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't blog yesterday cos i was watching that beegees and michael jackson concert thing with daddy.it was quite enjoyable.then we continued on to watch xiao-q!aka quill!it was the most touching-est story i have ever SEEN in my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, we went for church(as usual) and then for lunch we went to *beep*'s house for lunch.(note:all names will be changed)okayness.and then we ate lunch, and yellow was sitting in his room acting all anti-social and trying to be all goth attitude-y with us.and then feisty red was in her room acting all "hey!i'm trying to be a fake-american-accent piece of shit!"and then she came out of her room,(like i wanted HER there)and then she started playing with her noise-crunching never stop CHIRPING!-IN A HIGH AND SHRILLY "VOICE"(whatever the spelling is)cockatoos.oh the joy of having my eardrums burst abruptly and then having blood gush out from no where!hoho!and then the stupid bird bit my dad, and she, being a f-ing busybody,came and said in a very singaporean accent "OH.LEMME SEE.-chuckle-.my farder gort worse one."oh.man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did my ears bleed out of ah lian-ness,or did it bleed cos it got shot by a pistol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you didn't know, it was the ah lian-ness one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so,we talked.and i was dazing out into my world, and then *SQWUACK*.the bird just had to speak out at the point when i was dreaming of my billy.(stupid bird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.we talked,and in came the subject of studies.and feisty red's exam schedule.since she's too stupid to study,she was sent to whitehouse fashion house.(and!i'll explain later why she was sent there and why she was not worthy of that place in WHITEHOUSE!)yes.and her dad, was like.being SUPER NICE to us,and showed us pictures of her fashion designing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(did you see her skirt?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was f-ing UGLY TO THE REALMS OF HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eew.it was like a tight skirt, and the tightness on that model was WAAAAY beyond tight.it was like a the-seams-are-gonna-break-any-second tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.have you heard the term of leaving out 1.5 cm of space when you sew?obviously not,that's why she doesn't deserve a space in that prestigous school!other people have the talent and YOU DON'T!so piss off and find a crap high school to go to!(my dad toldme that she was quite dumb in singapore.that's why she was PROBABLY in N(T) or N(A). dumb shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.and then she saw her dad in front of us, showing us pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there she had to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ex-cuse me.who said you could go into my room and take my photos without permission?what if they go missing?Next time if you want to come into my room and grab anything,ASK ME FIRST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind you,not only was my ears corroding, my eyes were, cos of the super crappy shit-fied pics that i saw.sigh.why am i so nice?(and she said that to HER DAD?obviously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILED BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up really sleepy.like.the blinds were all closed and i thought it was like only 5 in morning.and of course, i hoped it was.but it wasn't.oh the tragedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,forced myself to go out of my room and into the toilet.and then to change in the f-ing cold weather!brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so cold nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but eh!who cares.i'm still wearing shorts.and eating ice-cream.(hee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.paigge JIGGED SCHOOL!eh.she always jiggs school.not like i'm surprised or anything.it occurs all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the super easy math test.though i think i did something wrong in that test.hmm.i wonder.which one did i do wrong?the consumer arithmetic one?or the algebraic ones.EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that,we had our music performances.and then lunch.had the biggest piece of HAM IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!it was meat-y.and nice!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to find jiejie in her pj's and playing harry potter.(i know.so hard to imagine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i pestered mommy for something which i forgot.and then yeahhs.ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came back and sprained her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy said that it was to do with something her health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy must take care!(will be praying for her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeahh.did my TXT homework and my geog homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333 billy DEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111804573107034485?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111804573107034485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111804573107034485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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read a book in ONE DAY!how good am i?hohoho.i read running naked,by alyssa brugman.she's a really good author.really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the book was super touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!and the other time,i went online without permission,well,technically,i was doing my homework.and then i sort of digressed and went on blogging.hoho.i'm crazy man.anyways.on that same day,my daddy(who is the best father on the earth)saw me so alone and lonely,decided to let me use his PRECIOUS YOU-DON'T-WANNA-TOUCH laptop.woah.and then i was like."yay!thank youuuu."and then i think i ditched him and went on the comp.and started reading fan fics.SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ditch people a little too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having macaroni tonight.yumm.had like hor fun that daddy cooked.was good.i liked it a lot.i didn't know that he could cook.God produces wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiejie is going out tomorrow with fiona to the city.or something like that.i'm not so sure so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a little unhappy that i can't use MY comp.and use the main one.everyone is like watching on what i'm TYPING.its just so tragic.(i feel weird.my daddy is like doing something to his housekeys.my mom is sleeping before work.and justina is reading a book.and the tv is on.who's watching it?not me,not mommy and daddy.so.this is thus called!wasting electricity and MONEY.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fun time at dancing today!saw christian(alicia's brother)and WOAH.did he lose all that weight?yes he did.alicia told me that he LOST TWENTY KILOGRAMS.like hello?why does people have all the luck to lose all the weight and look pretty/handsome BUT NOT HAPPEN TO ME?so sad.so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tragic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of changing my template.but.i'll just be looking.i want my good charlotte pics instead of the ones that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love good charlotte too much!haha.oh wait.my pics are on photobucket.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.i'll be looking for a blogskin to fit my pretty pic of billy and joel at the tommy hilfiger function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marissa will love this one.HOHOHOHOHOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111778608638950225?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111778608638950225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111778608638950225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111778608638950225'/><link 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/&gt;today was ok.went back home wasn't that all great.and then i had some tea and cookies and all was WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends back in singapore.i haven't talked to them in ages!and i wanna see them too.and i wanna go back to bethany and patronise my dear old church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in kevin's car the other day.i was listening to CIARA.can you believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that annoying git is annoying my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.when will he stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he doesn't stop.does he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prickkkkoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and of course.a merry christmas to all!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111761660254618574?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111761660254618574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111761660254618574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111761660254618574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111761660254618574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111745040106712610</id><published>2005-05-30T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T03:53:23.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been a loooooong time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.do i love my blog?i love it so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to beatrice now.you know,the one that used to go home with me and nicolette.man.THOSE WERE THE DAYS!haha.we would take 65 or 85,and then go to orchard.hang at the macca's at erm.where was it?lucky plaza?i forgot.hoho.and then we would go BOY HUNTING!(especially for those acs i boys.man.we were so weirdddd.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a one day experience with beatrice&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;we had our english exams,(to be exact) and then we met up at the canteen to go back home together.and so we were talking,and crapping,and bitching,and doing nonsensical shit.and so we reached orchard.and we walked to our original place at macca's.and ate and walked around.we suspected that we ended too early so walking around would do us good.since we ate so much that made our bodies bulge like crazy.(NOTE:i'm adding stuff here.so beatrice.if you read this.YOU KNOW THAT SOME PARTS OF IT ARE TRUE.)hoho.anyways.we walked to kinokuniya.and read.and talked shit.and yeah.we did a whole load of talking while we were walking.and sitting down and doing whatever.and then we happily went to coronation plaza.(obviously trying to see some cute cheena high people.)so we walked around.and then POOF.some ACS GUYS APPEARED FROM NO WHERE.we were thinking that they would finish.ut they didn't.and yeah.when we saw them.we ran.AWAY.and not TOWARDS.yesyes.you could call us dumb,but hey,at least they saw us.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had really fun times when i was back in singapore.no wonder i didn't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong.i love the life i'm living here,but sometimes they can't replace the memories you have etched into your heart you know?(and your brain too of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do have good memories with my friends here of course.but its hard to name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to think so hard to name them down and now my brain needs resting for tomorrow's thinking.again.(unfortunately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.i did enjoy school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPORT= its kinda doesn't agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;came back home and everything had been pushed aside.oh man.and then they came back and i ate kitsune(sp?)udon and yeahhs.was so hungry.and then i helped daddy move the billy(SUCH COINCIDENCE)cupboard from ikea from my room downstairs next to the piano.and then we stored like nonsense in there.well.not exactly nonsense.but like you know.sutff.and then we moved the main computer downstairs next to the kitchen and BLAHS.now i'm all tired from all that moving.and man.am i tired.and yeahhs.tomorrow i have double for txt and i hope that i'll finish it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BEATRICE.COS SHE LOVES BILLY!&lt;33333!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND KRYSTAL GOH TOO!COS SHE LOVES BILLY AND DAVID!MWAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GOOD CHARLOTTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE THE SHIT ASS OUTTA YA PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333 billy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111745040106712610?l=funkessentials.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-7286999.post-111710111438940770</id><published>2005-05-26T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T02:51:54.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was sick yesterday,so i didn't go to school!HOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;slept in till about 12 nn,was tired the heck out of myself.was so damn lethargic when i woke up, couldn't like move or anything.was full on dragging my feet around.was such a chore.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and then i went online, to talk so some people.and guess who i talked to!KRYSTAL GOH SOMETHING SOMETHING.man,do i love her!and she can't go for the 'noise to the world' tour cos she's got her prelims.that poor girl.AND WHAT ABOUT ME?I CAN'T GO EITHER.parents think that i have more better things to do then go for the ONCE IN A LIFETIME CONCERT.noo.my life is RUINED.practically burnt into ashes and blown AWAY IN A WASTAGE AREA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhs.they just don't understand me with MUSIC.oh my dear good charlotte.i will forever and ever be in your debt for SUCH GOOD MUSIC.oh!(i'm listening to them now!ghost of you is playing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.continuing.AND I DID MISS OUT ON DISECTING A BULL'S EYEBALL?!sighhh.so tragic.i was like.whinging in school.so sad right.hahahha.and i missed out on ONE EPISODE OF ROMEO AND JULIET!hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what more could i do but follow my dad and the rest of my family(of course)to KINGSFORD!all the way in north sydney.well.not exactly but near kensington GARDENS!PETER PANNNN.hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went for some food tasting thing at this restaurent called &lt;strong&gt;straits kitchen&lt;/strong&gt; and then yeahh.ate bak kut teh and laksa,but i didn't eat it cos my tummy was not very strong to eat any chilli or hot stuff.so i left that out.and then all those people came.don't know who they were but who cares right?haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school.so tragic.SIGHHHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did practically nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT FOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my riso printing,which thank god, turned out so good i did two....&gt;____&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched romeo and juliet.and yadadada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bell rung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mommy and daddy at miranda fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back with all my sewing stuff only to realize that i need to do my thing-applique on my lining before sewing it and all.AIYO.bring back FOR NOTHING.so tragicccc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is crazy!-fied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back to find out that there were like a thousand boxes with utensils and nonsense stuff for daddy's buisness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will this end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY PICTURE IS GOING TO CHANGGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111710111438940770?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111710111438940770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111710111438940770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111710111438940770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111710111438940770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-i-was-sick-yesterdayso-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111690870020195099</id><published>2005-05-23T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T21:25:00.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in school blogging.i'm in PD/H/PE and mrs.streater isn't noticing ANYTHING.sighsigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored.AND MY BLOG IS DAMN COOL CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted the pic to be like the same size as the one i had with the girl but apprently, it turned out quite nice!i like it and i'm going to stick with it.ANYWAYS.for the freaking time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might wanna go change it when i go back home.i hope my mom and dad comes and picks me up and bring me to eat macca's or something.HAHAHA.i realyl hope that they come.i haven't been sitting in the car for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!the gardener yesterday i watched on desperate housewives IS &lt;strong&gt;GAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.my hopes were like dashed when i realized it.ITS SO SADDENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billy is so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might wanna play playstation with daddy again today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;no one is doing anything today.haha.marissa is on her cellphone and haha.alicia jigged school today.went to cronulla and watched a movie and all that shit.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.we're all playing and mucking around and not doing anything so yeahh.might as well pay attention to the teacher now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss daddy.yesterday he made this realyl nice corn drink for us to drink.it was nice.first time my father cooked.and he did great!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.mrs.streater is coming soon.better post this now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMMY LOVES BILLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111690870020195099?l=funkessentials.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-7286999.post-111684690522786119</id><published>2005-05-23T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T04:15:05.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man,its been a long time since i blogged decently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.i'm like trying to blog as fast as i can but apparently,i have a super duper lot to blog about.so yeahhs.i'm also trying to finish this entry as soon as possible,DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES IS ON RIGHT NOW.and i was half way watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; MY GOSH.THE NEW GARDENER FOR THAT GABRIELLE DUDE IS SO HOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm drinking coke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.and the buzzing sound from that playstation game vicky and daddy is playing is annoying the shit outta me.ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some racing motorbike thing.HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna go to the gc and sp concert.MANNNN.I WANNA GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents ain't allowing me to go but i reallly wannnnna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love billy too much!AWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILLLLLLLLLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently trying to find a billy pic to replace the pic of my little hammock girl.I REALLY LIKE BILLY ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only david was cooler.they're always paying out simple plan,WHY CAN'T YOU NOT LIKE THEM?!they never did anything to you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffst!it pisses me off so BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.i better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPERADO!HOUSEWIVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111684690522786119?l=funkessentials.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-7286999.post-111641241064277204</id><published>2005-05-18T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T03:33:30.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.listen to this song when you can.its so funny.HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comp just hanged.OH DAMMIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111641241064277204?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111641241064277204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111641241064277204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111641241064277204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111641241064277204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111632315844615464</id><published>2005-05-17T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T02:45:58.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.i think i shall blog long today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school today.as usual.yesterday i didn't have school.it was pupil free day.at least i had a day to get free sleep.geesh.i slept so long that mommy had to wake me up.hoho!that show's how lazy i am.yes.i am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh.woke up to the heavy downpour of rain.its been raining like non-stop for the past few days.and i was hoping that the rain would get heavier so i can stay at home.but no.when that thought came and went.to rain went with it too,so i had to heave myself out of my comfy warm nice soft bed and go into that cold damp echo-ish toilet.not that its bad or anything.just so not-like-my-room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh,got ready for school.and while that happened.THE RAIN CAME AGAIN.man.that sucked so bad!anyways,wore my red jumper,just for extra warmth.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my blazer,for extra warmth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went for school!laddddiiiiiddaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i spent like.TWO WHOLE PERIODS.just helping liz.with.her crazy flower!and i was having the time of my life.when suddenly.IT RAINED AGAIN.really!rain here is like.RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.and then we decided to go to student services and ask for help.and mrs.white did it like.in 2 seconds.HOW FAST WAS SHE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.and we wasted all that time.sighh.sometimes,some people can't be as smart as some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,i forgot my pe stuff, but stuff it.it was raining so what the heck.left it alone.brought like.some chicken soup thing to school.it was good.and then we went to the music room.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funniest time there.they like ditched me and ran out of the room.and then they came back for me.like.for some reason or so.i thought they were playing around.but apprently,they weren't!hoho.that was funny.and then.katherine and the rest came.and then she like sorta got locked out.and yeahh.i think she got pretty pissed at us.erps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy came to fetch me.was like asking liz if she wasnted a ride but mommy said she couldn't cos aunty kat's car broke down?yeahh.so she couldn't fetch.so mommy went to fetch theo and the rest.and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHO I SAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most gay-est person on the planet trying to talk to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY CHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.even his name makes me want to kill myself.i was like.sitting like normal.and he thought that we were going to chauffeur him back.OH YEAH.AS IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KISS MY ASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he was going to do that.he might as well.call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1800-GO-ASK-FOR-YOUR-MOTHER-220&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.did he piss me off so BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.time is running and the OC is starting.so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's episode sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111632315844615464?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111632315844615464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111632315844615464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111632315844615464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111632315844615464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoho-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111620992201141891</id><published>2005-05-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T19:18:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these past few entries have been really short.i guess i was too caught up with all my work and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN TRYING TO PERSUADE my mom to let me go for the concert!BUT NOOOO.i can't.WHY WHY WHY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN.this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but not talking about the concert now.they're not coming for another two more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was watching Star Wars II:Attack of the Clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it good.ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayden christensen is HOT!but in the third one.eew.he looks like some try-hard italian person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NATALIE PORTMAN!what happened to her HAIR?why did she SHAVE IT?mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.was swooning over hayden.he's so innocent in that movie.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're going to singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f-ing SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111620992201141891?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111620992201141891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111620992201141891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111620992201141891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111620992201141891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-man_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111604928361718145</id><published>2005-05-13T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:41:23.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since now i have the time to blog.i will.but first.i have to wash up.ok.BE RIGHT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok backk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.the stupid internet was down cos of dadd ynot doing something or something.i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhs,past few days,i have been catching up with my bag.need to do the base and then DECORATIONS!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness.laundries done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE LINKING YOU JEWEL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111604928361718145?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111604928361718145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111604928361718145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111604928361718145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111604928361718145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111604248651945056</id><published>2005-05-13T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:48:06.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long have i not been posting?two days?i'm conferencing with daeun right now.man.do i mss her heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.i really want to know benji's email.i wanna talk to him and all.THAT DAVID EMAIL SO DOES NOT WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have been happening but i don't seem the mood to type them all out so yeahhs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave you guys right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111604248651945056?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111604248651945056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111604248651945056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111604248651945056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111604248651945056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-my-how-long-have-i-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111579716697174018</id><published>2005-05-11T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:39:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like.trying to rush here cos.i need to sew my precious bag up soon.and my LINING ISN'T DONE!oh man.and its dues next week back.i need to finish my bag lining and all that crap.OH GEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RISO PRINTING!OH CRAP SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.today is the worst day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111579716697174018?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111579716697174018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111579716697174018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111579716697174018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111579716697174018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/hey-all-im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111571448836884281</id><published>2005-05-10T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:41:28.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been pigging out on.&lt;strong&gt;M&amp;M'S PEANUT BUTTER!&lt;/strong&gt; yummm.andand!traditional jellybeans!from sugarfix!yay!so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.ok.was like.having a good day.and then it was PD/H/PE.was ok.UNTIL THE STUPID BALL PUT SOMETHING INTO MY EYE CAUSING ME TO LOOK AT THE SUN.AND CAUSING ME TO HAVE SUCH UNBEARABLE PAIN IN MY EYES.yes.on my left eye.it HURT SO MUCH!yeah.had this green line thing whenever i opened my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to miranda after school.was walking towards the car when i thought i saw joey chan.eew.he's so damn fugly can.oh yuck.he's so fuc*ing UGLY!eew.but then i realized it was bobby.HAHAHAHA.it was so funny.ahahha.we went to miranda and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAW THE CUTEST LITTLE THINGS EVER!moodles.half breed of poodles and malteses.MAN.THEY WERE SO CUTE.and then i saw some other breed and yeah.IT LICKED MY HAND.awwww.yeahh.before that i went to sugarfix to get my &lt;strong&gt;m&amp;m's peanut butter&lt;/strong&gt; and some jellybeans!got the apple and magarita flavour.yumms.anyways.i'm off to read some fanfics so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111571448836884281?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111571448836884281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111571448836884281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111571448836884281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111571448836884281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-have-been-pigging-out-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111554473601928798</id><published>2005-05-08T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T02:32:16.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i blogged.i feel as if i neglected my dear blog.i love my blog.so maybe that's why i hate not blogging.ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for the music seminar thing yesterday at church.to my surprise.there were more people in the evangel church than OUR church.well.isn't that WONDERFUL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.all those music stuff i heard.mommy was like.just take a pinch of it.cos.i mean.like.everything they said was like.going against the bethany thing!i mean.this is just retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE DAVID'S GF!I ALREADY HATE LINZI.NOW YOU WANT ME TO HATE LUANA?omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE TAMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll never know that you exist.SIGHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111554473601928798?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111554473601928798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111554473601928798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111554473601928798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111554473601928798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111537382761544666</id><published>2005-05-06T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T03:09:45.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ow.my legs hurt.all from that running in that park.was super bumpy man.GEESH.too many trees in the park.and there was like.construction work going on.so there was like.sand and twigs going into my running shoes.and i have like.a little blister on my little toe.ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is friday.yesterday.BEGGED.mommy to let me on the comp.NO.YOU CAN'T GO ON THE COMP ALL THE TIME.&lt;-this is called pure shit.yes.it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today:&lt;br /&gt;was ok.i did my english speech.was so freaked out kies.and i was like.shaking like some mad cow or something.haha.but i managed to finish it.was quite good.the book that i read was like.720 pages man.so LONG.took me like.two days to finish it!aiyoosh.ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then came dancing.on the bus.i took out my hair and did it in like.two plaits.cos.when i dance.i find it better if i had two plaits instead of one ponytail.cos it always comes out?yeahhs.dance and dance.my head was hurting man.like.throbbing like mad.was really bad.then went out for some fresh air.and all.yeahhs.and then headed back to the school compound.read VOGUE!yay!loved all the dresses.well.not all of them but the ralph lauren one's were super nice.and the christian dior one's.yeahhs.went to miranda.cos.couldn't go to luna park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[on the phone with granny now.shh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so back!yes.my granny is a nice person.yes she is.she cooks nice food.she nice to people.she's nice to my DOG!muffie.oh man.i miss her so much.MY MUFFIE.boohoo.she's not here with me right now.its so sadddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so heartbroken.MY STUPID BLOGGER.punch the stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subway white choc and macademia cookies are GUUUUUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little brown bears with black shirts that say GC=the gift to billy!and joel!and benji!and paul!and chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little caramel brown bears with red shirts that say SP=the gift to david!sebby!chuck!pierre!jeff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO EXCITING.i can't wait for the freaking concert in septemeber man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ITS SO LONG AWAY.but i'm so excited that i feel like this thing is like NEXT WEEK!wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should like billy martin.he's HOT AS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fans face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is red.haha.sing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air drumming is FUN!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love drums.BASS.woot.bass is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BILLY!DAVID!SEBBY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111537382761544666?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111537382761544666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111537382761544666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111537382761544666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111537382761544666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/ow.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111520188715986283</id><published>2005-05-04T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T03:18:07.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess today was fine for me.ran and ran.for PD/H/PE.was quite happy with my time.even though i didn't pass.haha.last year i got like.25 minutes and i didn't finish it.and now.i have like.i forgot my time but i finished it and i got like about 10 mins off my previous time.SO HAPPY!wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the things i needed to do when i came back.like.clear my desk and BLA.and yeahh.i was walking around my room(don't ask me why)and then i browsed upon this bulging brown big envelope with letters in it.i started reading them one by one.was like.really touched by the amount of people that actually gimme cards or like letters and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you paigge.&lt;br /&gt;thank you liz.&lt;br /&gt;thank you chanel.&lt;br /&gt;thank you alicia.&lt;br /&gt;thank you marilyn.&lt;br /&gt;thank you cassie.&lt;br /&gt;thank you MARISSA.(yes!my fellow GC lover.i &lt;3 GC!)&lt;br /&gt;thank you jacqui.&lt;br /&gt;for all those birthday cards last year.and jacqui.the amount is enough!haha.they bought cards for me.and chanel MADE hers!it was so detailed.and PAIGGE!LIZ!hello kitty!they were so cute!thank you guys so much.you guys mean so much to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much DAEUN!&lt;br /&gt;for all those letters you wrote to me.i'll continue to miss you until i SEE YOU IN PERSON.yes!in PERSON!you're so far away in USA!its so far.but.absence makes the heart fonder.so yeahhs.I'LL WAIT TILL I SEE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to my best friend rj.&lt;br /&gt;you know that i'm always there for you in times of need.and that you can count on me!i'll always be here for you.i'm your beautiful listening ear.yeahhs.you rock.and i can't wait to see you.and i remember all our little crazy things we used to do when we were at our very first youth conference.man.that was FUN!gossip.gossip.haha.about.YOU-KNOW-WHO.MWAHAHA.(i have pictures of you and me on the wall.HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to andrea.&lt;br /&gt;for that necklace you gave me when we were in pri.6.YES!i still have it!we used to be best friends in everything!until secondary life pulled us apart.i miss our friendship.i think i'll start talking to you again!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to valerie.&lt;br /&gt;for being there for me in my first and last year in STC.though i hated you for some period.i'll still love you.and that sister belt thing.ITS FUNNY.if you think about it.but i was sorry about it man.yeahhs.thanks for all the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to the others.&lt;br /&gt;who wrote those special letters to me.it brings back memories.thank you all so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took everything for granted.i realized that you guys have been there for me when i needed you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KRYSTAL GOH IS MY FELLOW LOVER OF BILLY.I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;its all been clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you've been there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you've been my listening ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you've been my shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111520188715986283?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111520188715986283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111520188715986283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111520188715986283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111520188715986283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-all-i-guess-today-was-fine-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111503157700641778</id><published>2005-05-02T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T04:00:02.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hands are cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.i never had anything like that before.today was cold.it was 20 degrees.wasn't freezing but still cold.this morning.woke up with a cut on my right forefinger.ouch.its like a paper cut.its small but its hurts alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESPARATE HOUSEWIVES IS ON NOW!woohoo!this show is so nice to watch.but i'm willing to do two things at the same time.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.today school was okies i guess.nothing exciting happened.just a lot of ignorance and OHMYGOSH!SOMETHING EXCITING DID HAPPEN!.&lt;strong&gt;mrs.corby came back!!&lt;/strong&gt; its oh-so-very-exciting.chloe had a new haircut.she looks nice in it.and she has contacts.I WANT CONTACTS!you don't expect me to go for the formal in my contacts right?pffst.NO WAY.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eew.SVU sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry.i kinda digressed a little bit.i guess man can ONLY do one thing at a time.&gt;&lt;) i miss my friends.i might goto luna park with eunice this friday.OOH.canit wait if i'm going!I MISS LUNA PARK!btw.i hate jamberoo.no offence to anyone BUT YEAHHS.this water theme park sucks when you compare it with wild wild wet. yeahhs.singapore rocks.too much that sometimes i think i'm bragging about it too much.(i'm sucha snob&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.i really want to watch deaprate housewives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BENEDICT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111503157700641778?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111503157700641778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7286999&amp;postID=111503157700641778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111503157700641778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7286999/posts/default/111503157700641778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-hands-are-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Tamooi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01611679666859742009</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-7286999.post-111493670686080488</id><published>2005-05-01T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T01:38:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its the sabbath day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to church like normal.SIGHS.eunice came with us!haha.yayness.and then we went to DFO.we were like trying on things.and i realized that my legs aren't that nice at all.its all.fat and chunkitated.NOT FAIR.i want my legs like gemma ward.she's so nice and slim.PFFST.why can't people be born like that.but i guess its all God's planning.maybe i'm better at something else.went shopping for like.dunno how long and then we went to wynyard.sent eunice off.then we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.i also wanna watch thunderbirds.and they're not letting me.cos they're watching raise your voice.i guess there is nothing to talk about today.its basically church.and more church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bethany.i wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7286999-111493670686080488?l=funkessentials.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkessentials.blogspot.com/feeds/111493670686080488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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