<?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-3915889715952287646</id><updated>2011-07-29T14:09:02.299+10:00</updated><title type='text'>pizzas, boys &amp; lemon tequilas ;)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-7956660251464617384</id><published>2010-08-09T20:15:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:21:04.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! It's already 2010, it's already the month of August!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodness gracious me! I really do not know what to say. Dumbfounded. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-7956660251464617384?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/7956660251464617384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=7956660251464617384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7956660251464617384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7956660251464617384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2010/08/wow-its-already-2010-its-already-month.html' title='Wow! It&apos;s already 2010, it&apos;s already the month of August!'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-3685508041117746884</id><published>2009-09-20T21:48:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:22:24.337+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin drives a nice car...... How could I not know that?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrYeDLyNncI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AhfLnUA7mq8/s1600-h/9730_100856283264553_100000205442849_22556_6815304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383523444619845058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrYeDLyNncI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AhfLnUA7mq8/s400/9730_100856283264553_100000205442849_22556_6815304_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo: My baby nephew Vincent. The favourite fatty bub of the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon i was standing on a busy street - in front of an asian grocery store - my inquisitive gaze was intensely directed at a box of Pawpaw fruit. I was wondering whether or not that big yellow one tasted the sweetest. Some car on the street starts honking. Curiously, i twisted my neck around to see where it was coming from - some nice ass black car was parked about 10 metres away from me. The honking kept going. I squinted at the tinted window - and all i saw was this black guy, maybe African.... This is freaky... is he honking at me?! HOLY SH*T !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes quickly dart for the Pawpaw fruit again &lt;em&gt;Maybe he'll stop honking.. i obviously don't know him...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONGGGGGGGGGGG !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;He's becoming impatient - I twirl around and stare at him. Same African dude. Danger? I'll just stay put right here looking at fruit. 10 seconds later I hear the honking again. What does this guy want with me?! I'm squiting again, trying to make out the face through that dark tinted window. He's smiling and waving ... Oh.. maybe i do know him? Cautiously i approached the car.. and my heart suddenly felt so light when i saw my cute little nephew Vincent in the back seat smiling eagerly at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Hey !&lt;br /&gt;Me: I swear i didn't know it was you .... thought you were some stranger... it must be your windows seriously...*distracted by Vincent* HELLO BABY ! Wanna give aunty a kiss? ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Buying stuff with Teresa. Oh she's come out now.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Teresa: Who's that? *wtf look*&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Me: SEE I TOLD YOU ! She didn't even recognise you either. I thought you were an african dude.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: ....&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok see you bye ! *turns to vincent &amp;amp; tickles his belly* BYE BYE BABYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin in all likelihood must think that I'm an idiot :(.. sighh...&lt;br /&gt;who cares, as long as i get to cuddle my cutie nephew then im happy !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-3685508041117746884?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/3685508041117746884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=3685508041117746884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3685508041117746884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3685508041117746884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-cousin-drives-nice-car-how-could-i.html' title='My cousin drives a nice car...... How could I not know that?!?!'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrYeDLyNncI/AAAAAAAAAO4/AhfLnUA7mq8/s72-c/9730_100856283264553_100000205442849_22556_6815304_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-725984070707277542</id><published>2009-09-20T11:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:11:32.701+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My future :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrWDHWHUZEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ra87XOiI2T0/s1600-h/midwife5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383353091809895490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrWDHWHUZEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ra87XOiI2T0/s400/midwife5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos: Future colleagues .. WOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too fussed about my future - i know that i want, and i know how to get it. Big deal if I don't make it into Uni next year thank god you can take an exam to qualify for this midwifery degree even if you're not at school. I suppose that's the reason as to why i am not as stressed as others. Yes i agree that university degree is definitely a beneficial boost in various careers - however there's no need to completely break down if you don't get in the first time and whatnot. If you don't get what you want, you might as well propose for an interview, take the qualification exam and enjoy a gap year :) The positives of this is that you'll be able work, save more money for travelling and immerse yourself in a kinda of freedom that rarely appears thrice in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i want out of my career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obtain a Bachelor of Midwifery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obtain qualifications in pregnancy massaging &amp;amp; facial therapy - women loved to feel relaxed &amp;amp; pampered ! ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do events management on the side for fun - I've always loved that ! There's nothing better than a PARTY OFF THE WALL !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obtain an advanced diploma of business management from TAFE&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If i really enjoy being a midwife then I'd might as well train up to be an obstetrician&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally my biggest goal: Open up a midwifery clinic. :) It'll be hard no doubt - but it's possible. And I'm pretty determined to make it happen !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. If there are grammatical errors or any sentences that "shouldn't be written in such a fashion" - just over look it. I didn't get much sleep last night ! Someone just had to plant a frenzy of rather visual and tactile images in my head...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-725984070707277542?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/725984070707277542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=725984070707277542' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/725984070707277542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/725984070707277542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-future.html' title='My future :)'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrWDHWHUZEI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ra87XOiI2T0/s72-c/midwife5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-1588876873021793273</id><published>2009-09-17T23:09:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:32:54.975+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, REALLY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrI2VRR4q_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8D5JOMg88Q8/s1600-h/Funny-Cartoon-Posters-2-X81HPR2Q0T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382424243704736754" style="WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrI2VRR4q_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8D5JOMg88Q8/s400/Funny-Cartoon-Posters-2-X81HPR2Q0T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo: This will make the ladies laugh and the fellas cry :) ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a series of interesting facts that I've chanced upon this month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cousin-in-law just gave birth to a cute baby girl !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lentini &amp;amp; I have hardly have anything in common -- yet we're so oddly harmonious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever i give speeches I always get laughs --particularly when I'm trying to be serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My younger brother is terrified of ghosts... especially when they're accompanied by dramatic music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum has always thought I had a fat physique due to Vietnamese ideals. (The ideal beautiful Vietnamese girl is a stick) One morning she got a glimpse of me in just my stockings &amp;amp; tight singlet top and looked surprised -"Tai sao con sexy qua vay?" OVER &amp;amp; OVER AGAIN LOL. Oh, for those who are Vietnamese and can not read, it simply means "Why are you so sexy?" or "Why is my daughter so sexy?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congrats to Tessa's family ! They now have a new bouncing baby cousin, Kiana !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Incestuous relationships and rape victims seem to be the new BUZZ of the world lately... how horrible :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Megan Fox is actually quite ruthless and bitchy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-1588876873021793273?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/1588876873021793273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=1588876873021793273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/1588876873021793273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/1588876873021793273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-really.html' title='Really, REALLY !'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrI2VRR4q_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8D5JOMg88Q8/s72-c/Funny-Cartoon-Posters-2-X81HPR2Q0T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-5023122422405332503</id><published>2009-09-17T22:35:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:09:25.920+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The photo says it all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrIuJFoBzSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PsHTJwNo7pk/s1600-h/lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382415238324931874" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrIuJFoBzSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PsHTJwNo7pk/s400/lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo: Countries in Conflict.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-5023122422405332503?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/5023122422405332503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=5023122422405332503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/5023122422405332503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/5023122422405332503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/09/who-said-you-needed-anything-in-common.html' title='The photo says it all.'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrIuJFoBzSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/PsHTJwNo7pk/s72-c/lol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-4927703270485516815</id><published>2009-09-16T21:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:11:26.421+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I love thee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thee to the depth and breadth and height&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thee to the level of everyday's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thee with a passion put to use&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love thee with a love I seemed to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall but love thee better after death.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, enchanting, mesmerizing, endearing, delightful, sensational - I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Words are such powerful tools. It takes a remarkable skill &amp;amp; deep understanding to bring poems like these to life. The day I'd write a poem like this...... would most likely occur after my wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never want to scare off the poor bloke with such deep emotions prior to eternal commitment LOL !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-4927703270485516815?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/4927703270485516815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=4927703270485516815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4927703270485516815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4927703270485516815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-i-love-thee.html' title='How do I love thee?'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-5588740571535329859</id><published>2009-09-16T21:01:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:48:57.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrDGdqOANfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b-DWsgGHHhk/s1600-h/Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382019767559271922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrDGdqOANfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b-DWsgGHHhk/s400/Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo: Mid-October of 2008. I went backless so I'd fit the criteria to wear that nice dress @ the PATS formal. I haven't been to the beach since :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered writing all that "omg, i haven't blogged in so long! I have to start updating this soon!".&lt;br /&gt;Now onto more interesting matters... Wow! We're already in mid-September !Hahaha, that means the HSC exams shall commence in exactly 5 weeks from this dayforward. Oh please God, please do not allow the exams to throttle us - Oh and for anyone who is of asian ethnicity,DO NOT i repeat DO NOT SCREW IT UP. Your mum &amp;amp; dad will harm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll just focus on 1 thing in this blog which is "The Pact" which is the whole point of even writing this up - and no it's not Jodi Picoult's bestseller guys. Here's the story: Late last year Vee &amp;amp; I made a bargain after our fail attempts with particular someones (i'd rather not name them), so the rule was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see/date someone - that's an instant loss of $20 for the loser and an instant gain of $20 to the person who remains single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone, including myself, thought Vee would lose the bet - COME ON, she still had the right to freedom, going out, partying, meeting people and whatnot whereas i was grounded from January till June. Look at the odds ! Hahaha, Life was set. I was going to get $20 foh shizzle... almost everyone we knew doubted her chances of winning the bet - I was too conveniently grounded and that instantly put me at the winning end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up paying Vee $20 last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how things turn out... the second I'm relieved from this house I lose the bet LOL whereas Vee has in all likelihood left her house about 100 times this year. But it was worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy girl haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-5588740571535329859?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/5588740571535329859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=5588740571535329859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/5588740571535329859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/5588740571535329859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/09/pact.html' title='The Pact.'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SrDGdqOANfI/AAAAAAAAAOA/b-DWsgGHHhk/s72-c/Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-9182687385412016464</id><published>2009-08-17T21:30:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:51:32.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bakery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SolD0xdkptI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uugWXNS42vE/s1600-h/pork+roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370898604525659858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SolD0xdkptI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uugWXNS42vE/s400/pork+roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo: An epic-looking Vietnamese pork roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this man who works at a local bakery near my school who likes to give me discounts. I didn't really think much of it until TODAY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i had my 3 hour Mathematics trial exam. Oh boy it was hard. If the HSC is spewing out that kind of shit -- I'm going to be terribly antisocial for the next 2 months ! Anyway, after the exam - My friend, Stephanie, &amp;amp; I headed out to eat (a few of the other were at Tommy's). I like honey pork/honey chicken mixed roll - &amp;amp; i ordered that. The man was nice, giving me discounts - charging me less and whatnot - it probably comes out of his paycheck .. who knows, talking to me in vietnamese and all but most of all - he remembers me ! I seldom go there since he started working &amp;amp; I haven't been there for maybe 2-3 months ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Phillip pointed out to our friends - "Yeah, He was full like - enthusiastic about her - his smile reached his eyes ! LOL". Later I felt a little thirsty so i left my friends for a second and browsed about Tommy's refrigerators for any good beverage -but that was soon disrupted by a cluster of my friends signalling "GO NEXT DOOR &amp;amp; BUY IT THERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presumed that Tommy's had "rip off" prices. I trudged back to the bakery - &amp;amp; came back with a discounted ice coffee Oak and a complete understanding of Phillip's perspectives. Ohhh nooo, that middle aged man might indeed be infatuated with me :( Phillip then suggested that He and I walk,his arm wrapped around my shoulders, past the bakery to make the man jealous - but i declined, my reason being that I'd risk a "stop in discounts" yet the real reason was that i might cause someone else to get very angry ... =d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SolE03yv6MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rJrSJD8nBhM/s1600-h/tn_Margarita_Man_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370899705736718530" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SolE03yv6MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rJrSJD8nBhM/s400/tn_Margarita_Man_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A possible future family car. LOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-9182687385412016464?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/9182687385412016464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=9182687385412016464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/9182687385412016464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/9182687385412016464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/08/bakery.html' title='The Bakery'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SolD0xdkptI/AAAAAAAAAMY/uugWXNS42vE/s72-c/pork+roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-6812387061897449567</id><published>2009-08-15T01:31:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T04:01:55.412+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coconut Family - 6 years of beautiful friendships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoWlxuU---I/AAAAAAAAAMM/M4sBjtPOMwI/s1600-h/n799969828_1761083_7550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369880404377402338" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoWlxuU---I/AAAAAAAAAMM/M4sBjtPOMwI/s400/n799969828_1761083_7550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy's 16th Birthday :) We're as happy as ever !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 3.59am at the moment &amp;amp; I can’t sleep – it’s almost certainly because I completed 6 hours worth of maths exercises &amp;amp; past papers in preparation for next Monday’s 2 unit exam LOL I’m keen to get my rank up =). LOL Funnily i finished that at 11.30pm - my brain must be feeling an overload of info and most likely needs a fair bit of time to process all that "jazz". But that’s beside the point, I’ve been meaning to write this for a while – the only time I’ve written something like this occurred during my year 9 days... that was so freaking long ago! During this time last year I had involved myself with one of the biggest conflicts an individual could ever find themselves fighting with: Close friends. When I look back at that time, I feel the urge to cringe – it wasn’t a pleasant time for any of us, especially you, Vee. You and I had suffered the most. I am so glad we talked that day, even if it was 5 months of separation, and I’m so glad we’ve finally sort things through and that you understood what I was going through. I just feel like a colossal moron to even think that we didn’t solve it any sooner. I must admit that I was an asshole. And I must admit that I am now an epically happy  bouncing ball =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, CCNF, or shall I say “coconut family” hahaha. High school would not have been so exciting, delightful, loving, enjoyable, fun-loving, creative, rowdy or even the slightest dramatic without you guys. Yes you (alphabetical order) Bryan, Cathy, Chris, Khanh, Rowena, Thanh and Vee! Thankyou so much for granting me 6 years of intense, rollercoaster-like fun-loving awesomeness! Thankyou for bearing with me, especially during last year and early this year – I really really sincerely appreciate it! I know I have changed – but, I’m fighting this for everyone, especially you guys and my family, and thankyou so much for your support. I’m trying my best to be myself and refrain myself from slipping into it again and taking it out on…myself.. and you… and everyone else… – it almost ruined so much that we had. I’m gonn’ cry  =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll start on off with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan ~&lt;br /&gt;Where can I start? First off, I don’t remember how I met you! Or when we even began talking to each other =) It must have been during one of Ms. Plant’s crazy antics during year 8 – I really have forgotten but know this, I can forget that but I can never forget you. Though we’re not close, like you and Rowena, I still love the fact that you’re always there :) I love hearing “Hi Margarita!” every morning at roll call – I know I don’t show it sometimes, I’m probably in a numb state those mornings. Haha. Bryan, I love it when you’re happy, you have the most unique bouts of laughter, they just burst out with this awesome life force, and it’s always accompanied by a red face – it’s so endearing and I’m going to miss seeing it everyday. I regret that I didn’t take more time out to get to know you over the years cause I still think there’s many more splendid layers to you (which Rowena only probably knows, LOL we all envy her !). What I don’t like is seeing you sad - =( seriously Bryan, I want to help if I can, I know that sounds selfish – but I dislike seeing you that way. You deserve to be so happy! You’re incredibly hard working and it’s very hard to come by anyone like that in our day &amp;amp; age. Aww, I’ll miss you dude. Let’s break a pole again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathy ~&lt;br /&gt;LOL ! I remember the days where we used to sit on that hill, watching a cute boy play handball and draw stick figures of him in Rowena’s visual arts diary. Babe you were mesmerised for weeks ! haha, I love you. Woman, you have an excellent memory, you remember me from Sunday School and you remember throwing airplanes with me in year 7. Cathy, you just make me laugh full stop. Whether you’re fleeing away from a flock of evil pigeons or when your HI 5 is left hanging. LOL. If it’s one thing that I really admire you for, it’d be your unwavering honesty. You’re a true friend and a lovely sophisticated lady with a killer sense of humour. Girl, you’re going to top the world! Thankyou for making me smile all these years, you have generously helped me without knowing it. Cathy, I thank you for being so understanding for the times when I needed it the most. Thankyou for confronting me when I needed a slap back to reality – even though it may not seem much to you, it had meant a great deal to me. These years have been a blast with you Yoo Rin =) I’ve loved every second, minute, hour, day, month and year of it. I remember the times you’d just imitate my laugh, boobs and the way I react to things LOL. I read one of your cards and it mentioned how I’d get epically worried whenever the bell rang – and you just loved laughing at me haha. Gosh. Though we only have 2 months of school left together, I hope we’ll make it the best two months that we have experienced during the 6 years of our time together. =) Imma buy you a cage of pigeons and you can do what you want with it ;) hahaha ! LOL. Remember that time we kept laughing at my glue stick in year 8 Maths because it landed upright?!?! Hahahaha. Our minds are screwed xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris ~&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I’m not going to lie – There isn’t much to write. We don’t talk that much nor confide in each other, but that doesn’t make you any less than the good friend you already have come to be. Let’s see, my earliest memory of you was in year 7 and how we were “dating” LOL why must it be called that? I think we only held hands once and then you ran off or something LOL. Any who, Christopher Chu (haha that rhymes) – Okay, I’ll be serious now. You’re a very caring person and you’d go great lengths to make sure any of use are okay, and I really admire and appreciate that. Thankyou Chris =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khanh ~&lt;br /&gt;The introverted young boy has blossomed into a beautiful man who’s talented in the arts of poetry, dance, visual imagery and … in the bedroom… LOL! Every time I think about you one of your sex jokes creep into my ear, for example “How’s the twins?” or “I can warm your muffins”, LOL you foul boy! Our first dance lessons were also really awesome – it was the best time where we truly got to know one another &amp;amp; lemme tell you, I definitely like what I see! You sexy beast. You’re brilliant and wise – and you create the most beautiful dances one of which where I was even brought to tears. Hahaha! I want to start off with this – and I have no idea if I’m thinking too much – I’m so sorry that I hurt you and that I wasn’t there for you in your times of need, I was being an idiot and only saw the wrongs and how things came to be. My attitude last year was so unsupportive compared to everyone else and it must’ve angered you right? I’m truly disappointed in myself for letting you down. Awwwwww I’m going to have to kiss and hug you until you’re overwhelmed with glee! I love and appreciate you so much Khanh, you always know how to make me smile, laugh and… get awkward…I just wish that I know that I can make you happy. These next two months are our last together – and let’s spend it with much laughter &amp;amp; creating sexual innuendos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowena ~&lt;br /&gt;My little Chinese angel – You’re feisty, super sweet and SUPERBLY SEXY ! Dammit girl you’ve got everything in that little body of yours. Talent, Beauty and A Good heart. It’s kinda depressing that you’re catching up to my height  =( you’re meant to be our little cutie! Thankyou for being you, I would not have loved any other Rowena, except for you Rowena Sy. Wait a sec, I should avoid all other Rowenas LOL because I only want to remember one Rowena for the rest of my life. Your patience is so enduring, it’s like a mother’s, we have spent countless hours in the past just talking, talking and talking – thankyou for hearing me out. You’ve made my life a happier place. I love our little seductive winks @ school but I don’t love it when you walk off from me when you think I’m a lesbian. I’m not =(. Awww, as I’m writing about you I feel a gigantic urge to call you up right now and tell you that I love you. Honey, every time you’re around – I absolutely love it ! I hate it when you’re away from school, I become rather unsettled and a little sad because you’re not there. I guess I know how you feel in regards to the days I’ve been absent. Oh one too many. If there was a time machine –I’d transport through time back to year 9 before anything happened to me – and I’ll plough through everyday for you, knowing now that it didn’t have to be that bad at all if I had just told you, actually all of you, what was going on. But on a positive note: Baby I love you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanh ~&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to do this:&lt;br /&gt;Squeal, chase after me and once again attempt to flash my bum-bum. LOL I love you. Thanh, since day one, I knew you were a dominate girl – I guess that’s why I love picking on you because dominate people don’t like being teased. Isn’t that right Suicidal butterly ;) LOL ! If I must remember you for something it’d be everything from Korean flags and DOE camps to the word “stuff” and Asian city bums who don’t look as good as actors with face lifts. We’ve had many disagreements over the years, but I’ll just blame it on our personality clash because that’s as legit as it get babe! LOL How can I repay you for all your generosity? All your honesty? All your nuturing? And of course the exercise regimes promptly initiated when you chase after me with your fist, unfailingly, threatening me with ..a.. beating? I love you :) LOL! I remember that a few years ago we were playing sport on the football field and you just jumped &amp;amp; I automatically blurted, “Ooh! Did you feel that earthquake?!” – I think I died shortly after that feat. That isn’t surprising. I’ve died and came back to life on countless occasions because of you Thanh. I can’t wait to do it again! Hahaha. You know I love you, especially how you were so understanding and willing to help me that day in the library. Your presence in my life is certainly a much appreciated and loved part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the last person on the list ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: “Hey are you Margaret?”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Yeah, I am – who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;You: “Hi my name’s Vee, I’m My Uyen’s friend”Me: “She’s my best friend from Sunday school!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive any missing phrases, exclamation marks and whatnot. At least I remembered the jist of it! Vee, out of the whole group, you’re the only person who I recall meeting =) So, that just makes me happy because I’m not “senile” as I supposed after all hahaha furthermore it is a very cherished memory. Girl we have been through it all haven’t we? Boys have tried to tear us apart, Girls have tried to tear us apart --- that’s terrible. And I even on one occasion tried to tear us apart, it’s up there on the list of  “My mistakes – now learn from it biatch!”. For 5 months we were total strangers – yeah, we agreed on “mutual” – yet still it was so…unfamiliar and unbelievably excruciating – LOL but look at us headstrong Capricorns, how our stubborn sides created a 5 month rift in our friendship, and any bet it had distressed the others in the group too, and I take it that I was mainly responsible for that. But you know what, I’m glad that it’s over – I’m not necessarily happy that such an ordeal occurred between us but I learnt a lot about myself during that time and hopefully, you got a chance to learn about yourself too because what happened was definitely an eye opener for our inner selves. I learnt that I needed to speak the truth about what was happening to me (which I finally did with you on the phone =] thanks again for that, it was our first conversation in 5 months. The tears were inevitable (L), I learnt that I needed to let my guard down – I’ve been holding it up against everyone for so long, it had become a habit, I learnt that I needed to be more understanding, particularly assuming less and asking more, especially regarding the bias of story-telling. Ahhh! I could go on forever – what I feel right now is that I’m still not putting enough effort, I really miss the close bond I used to have with you and the group – but I guess it’s up to me to really reinforce that relationship back into play. Time to get crack-a-lackin’! Just, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, for being there for me, for putting up with me at my worst, for helping this friendship endure the worst tribulations and creating smiles &amp;amp; laughs out of thin air, like magic! I could never, ever, take you for granted again – I realise when it hurts you, it hurts me by tenfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxoxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 6 YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP GUYS !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-6812387061897449567?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/6812387061897449567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=6812387061897449567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6812387061897449567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6812387061897449567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/08/coconut-family-6-years-of-beautiful.html' title='The Coconut Family - 6 years of beautiful friendships.'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoWlxuU---I/AAAAAAAAAMM/M4sBjtPOMwI/s72-c/n799969828_1761083_7550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-2623552364928146333</id><published>2009-08-13T00:15:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:07:10.755+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Written during the HSC TRIALS :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoLyZJBhieI/AAAAAAAAALs/P17atV_u99s/s1600-h/6216_1152195797552_1007353485_30487577_4896212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369120219512015330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoLyZJBhieI/AAAAAAAAALs/P17atV_u99s/s400/6216_1152195797552_1007353485_30487577_4896212_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo caption: Aww, Jenny Dao i was attempting to create a love heart with you neatly framed within it ;( FAIL ! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: "Joe - No one else comes close"&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Utterly exultant :)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Why?: Because everything is exceptionally sensational &amp;amp; I lurve it to itty bitty bits - I wouldn't change anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my darlings (Who am I kidding?! No one has the time to read these anymore – ngaw, Kristy, you’re a special exception)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know me considerably well know that I say gay shit all the time and this will reinforce that notion: If you’re reading this right now I sincerely encourage you to comment on this blog. It shall give me an indication to whether or not I should bother keeping this site updated or even running. And to avoid any misapprehensions I shall rewrite that in more colloquial terms, “Can you just tell me if you read these rants cause I don’t like writing for no one!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let’s go through a quick run through of my HSC life via several, if not many, dot points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v The TRIALS has kept me preoccupied with school. As they do.&lt;br /&gt;v My ex will only talk to be when he’s drunk … LOL I find that hilarious&lt;br /&gt;v I have one close friend which has not solved an issue for 6 years *frowns*&lt;br /&gt;v My family is delightful.&lt;br /&gt;v CCNF &amp;amp; other friends who sit in our “circle” – I am at this present moment cheerless about our last term together… It’s terribly heart-rending&lt;br /&gt;v To all my friends that do not attend Fairvale High – I can’t wait to party at the end of this year ! We’ll be a boisterous bunch ! Party hard ! Ohh yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. My life only consists of 1…2..3.4…5…6.. Only 6 dot points! I suppose this suggest that I ought to “get out more” and boost the level of fulfilment in my life. I only have 6 aspects of it.. ..shit.. (make note: That 6 is going to multiply into a dazzling 36 --- yeah 6 times 6 biatch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the globe’s ubiquitous supply of cantankerous callous cretins I doubt there is anything that I abhor at the moment (that’s because I suck at premonitions) despite the on-going cruelty of the world and the bastards that circumvent life’s punishments and escape with robberies, murders and worst yet, deteriorate universal ethics (Hitler you’re an amoral dickhead how dare you instigate that horrendous holocaust – I wonder where your sepulchre resides…..you better had hope it’s concealed). Nonetheless I attempt to refrain my demeanour from being too emotionally involved.... ngaw, but there are times when indifference evaporates and I can’t help but whimper a little especially when so many innocent individuals are meeting their untimely end. We’ll miss you Michael Jackson ! &lt;3 Oh YOU WERE THA MAN !! You deserve billions and billions of posthumous awards :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a more positive note, I do hope that I get into the UTS Bachelor of Midwifery course. Pregnant women, babies &amp;amp; the endless exposure to the miracle of life – Hell yeah! That’s how I roll (H)! Moreover, I’ll be paid good, no wait, awesome money for loving what I do – making sure all y’all babies turn out fine &amp;amp; dandy but most importantly touching your wives Ooooh! ;) (I’m kidding you homophobic idiots). “Life is Beautiful” – (FYI! That’s such a splendid movie. My thanks goes out to Lentini for if it wasn’t for his passionate and persistent harassment, I would not have given it a second glance - i love ya asshole! xD ). On a more negative note, I’m going to miss school :( &amp;amp; wearing a uniform – gone are the “Madeleine, I’m Madeleine” days where we had to line up in two straight lines &amp;amp; wore skirts everyday (for 6 fucking years-where winter marked the season of great suffering. Luckily for us girls it occurs once a year :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I should cease to continue with this post (I'll probably witness another dawn soon. Oh my gosh) – I had just randomly considered writing a paragraph showing my sympathy towards those penguins who I envisage to bravely endure life alongside killer whales, sea lions, a sea of squawking partners &amp;amp; chicks relentlessly demanding regurgitated shrimp (LOL! The guttural image is making me laugh- it’s almost endearing) and WHO live through “winter” all year. But I still think wearing a skirt all year is up there with a penguin’s life. They don’t have perverted little shits looking up their bums. Can you see all this nonsensical crap spewing out of my mouth? It elucidates of my "gay" disposition. I hope it isn’t irremediable. I’m getting bothered and I need to look at an epic variegated artwork, maybe a picture of Megan Fox shall suffice LOL – anything else that is remotely insipid will dampen my mood. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoL1GNkOmFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IYkUoNJ_LGE/s1600-h/5900_106409546533_704701533_2650259_7159190_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369123192848685138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoL1GNkOmFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IYkUoNJ_LGE/s400/5900_106409546533_704701533_2650259_7159190_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PEACE OUT ! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Photo caption: Vee &amp;amp; I imitating the epitome of "Asian" --which in actuality is an Italian... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. LOL if you found this a poignant post, but I love you all the same ;)&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. Kristy ! I like this word too: “Emancipation” &amp;amp; hopefully, you’ll love this word in time :) aye aye aye ! hahaha, Good luck Girl !&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s. That was the longest rant of my life. I hope it never repeats again else I'd become such a naggy wife in the future.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s. I'm writing this at 3.30am ! :( Sleeping patterns are so screwed during HSC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-2623552364928146333?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/2623552364928146333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=2623552364928146333' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/2623552364928146333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/2623552364928146333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/08/during-trials.html' title='Written during the HSC TRIALS :)'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SoLyZJBhieI/AAAAAAAAALs/P17atV_u99s/s72-c/6216_1152195797552_1007353485_30487577_4896212_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-219538802889878208</id><published>2009-08-08T01:30:00.022+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:48:21.224+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorable photos :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SnxMiwSUthI/AAAAAAAAALc/s8LURaFw0lc/s1600-h/n1027027354_235674_4917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367249015879808530" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SnxI7GTULeI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UsLDpX03MRg/s400/IMG_2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oxox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-219538802889878208?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/219538802889878208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=219538802889878208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/219538802889878208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/219538802889878208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/08/memorable-photos.html' title='Memorable photos :)'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SnxMiwSUthI/AAAAAAAAALc/s8LURaFw0lc/s72-c/n1027027354_235674_4917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-5754841718867446876</id><published>2009-08-08T00:55:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:59:17.682+10:00</updated><title type='text'>*Deep Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Goodness Gracious Me ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s an estimated 2 months til the finale of our high school life and to be honest, I’m terribly dreading this end. I’ll miss school dammit! Needless to say it has become one of the most sensational experiences I’ve ever encountered – and it doesn’t go without saying that my friends, who are the ever so enthralling &amp;amp; loving bunch, are responsible for these years of mighty bliss. You darling angels – we were always the nuttiest Asians around (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember all those games our screwed up little minds invented? Invisible basketball, pacman, “running in a circle’, snapping the fence pole (we are fatshits) ghost train with the big ass elastic, skits, shoes flying in the air, “Ask Jason the Time”, CCNF awards, perving at Cathy’s crush on the hill, silent library, walking around with a machete on New Years chopping trees for firewood and many more proactive activities (: Our memories shall live on forever ! &amp;amp; to commemorate such a spectacular era I have posted up a variety of photos (because there’s too many – ask Vee for them) to tickle your memory, and hopefully .. leave you dying of laughter ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciao ciao ! Enjoy !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-5754841718867446876?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/5754841718867446876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=5754841718867446876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/5754841718867446876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/5754841718867446876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/08/deep-sigh.html' title='*Deep Sigh'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-4985702868725026494</id><published>2009-07-20T14:14:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:04:07.117+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disappointments of Life :)</title><content type='html'>Okay, a lot has happened over the past month &amp;amp; it's still going...&lt;br /&gt;Unlike other blog posts, I'm going to be as clear and concise as i can be. No funny shit :)&lt;br /&gt;So, this month i met this guy, let's call him Fred, on a birthday cruise party for my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought hey, Fred seems cute, and he saved me from a drunken friend, so let's add him on facebook. For the next 2 weeks, Fred &amp;amp; I were talking and oh dear lord...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: He was already sweet talking. Saying these lines which were previously used on my close girlfriend ( I bet he didn't know we were girlfriends haha). Saying shit like "We'll get to know eachother, and maybe in the future..you know, i could ask you out". Fuck off. I tried to be as patient and understanding as i could be - but i saw through all this... Fred may be sweet talking to make me like him, but it didn't work -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days following incurred the following issues:&lt;br /&gt;~ His whole family, his own, cousins, uncles, aunties, grandparents and what not knew about me and wanted to meet me. At first it seemed cute, but then it got creepy and i was overwhelmed with all this expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ He was telling people that we were seeing each other, but he ignored the fact that i JUST met him. I remember asking, " I don't think we're seeing each other, seeing as we just met" and he's like "...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Talking about his connections, and them coming down for a fight if the boys wanted to hit him. Big mistake, I looked down on him in an instant, how dare you use other people to solve your own problems. It was so uncomfortable listening to him talk about the guys like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lying to me: That really did it. When Vorn warned me about him, all Fred could say was "I don't know why he's saying this". Well i know now, you're a fucking paedophile. Flirting with little year 9 mmc girls, and little girls in other states. Bullshit you were the captain of the school basketball team &amp;amp; bullshit to your fucking no. 5 jersey. Bullshit you've only had 3 girls all up in your lifetime when you were with 6 last year. You're a lying bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Sweet talking. It sounded rehearsed, like it's been used on many girls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Making me feel sorry for him because of the boys: the issue about them not trusting him. It's his fault. I should've known better once he said shit about hitting the boys with his connections if "they ever came after him" i shouldve told him what i thought right then and there: That's he's a fucking idiot and doesn't even deserve to know them if he even ever wants to treat them like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the shittest thing of all, is that i really thought Fred was a nice decent guy and everything i said i meant, i did think he was awesome, but fuck that. Who knows what other shit he's been saying to up his status. This is the second filo i've met that tried his moves on me, and all i can say is one thing. I'm not even going to consider any more filos, you may think this is racist.. but you're not me. Fucking Fred thinks sweet talking and fucking off is the best way to get chicks? He's such a faggot to girls. I feel sorry for all the girls last year - and they're so young too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad that the boys warned me about him. So so glad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-4985702868725026494?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/4985702868725026494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=4985702868725026494' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4985702868725026494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4985702868725026494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/07/disappointments-of-life.html' title='The Disappointments of Life :)'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-3931123472413711003</id><published>2009-03-22T18:13:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:19:09.877+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bliss</title><content type='html'>Let's cut to the chase! I havent dressed up for anything for like maybe 2 months now?&lt;br /&gt;SO I WENT TO MY FAMILY FRIEND'S WEDDING; It was just pure awesomeness. Mainly because our table was just hilariousssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our table was:&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;Nhan&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;br /&gt;Dom&lt;br /&gt;Blackie/steven&lt;br /&gt;Steven&lt;br /&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;John's brother; um, Anthony? I think =S&lt;br /&gt;Minh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we just pretty much lead on this young waiter and by the end of it he totally asked Linda for her no. by writing it on a tissue underneath a bunch of serviettes he randomly gave us. If he ever called, the poor bloke would be calling Dom. Hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night we were singing along to OLDSCHOOL HITS or laughing at a woman who coun't sing "HOW DO I LIVE" for shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing was so awesome -- until the DJ went tribal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. it was a good night, i havent had that much fun for ages =) THANKYOU GUYS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-3931123472413711003?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/3931123472413711003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=3931123472413711003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3931123472413711003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3931123472413711003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/03/wedding-bliss.html' title='Wedding Bliss'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-6870236822809205042</id><published>2009-03-14T12:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:58:13.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now.</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm really enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azaaaaaa! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-6870236822809205042?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/6870236822809205042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=6870236822809205042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6870236822809205042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6870236822809205042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-now.html' title='Right now.'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-7588948583602648077</id><published>2009-02-09T21:27:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:23:09.973+11:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!</title><content type='html'>So, it literally has been officially 2 months since that dreadful event. Let's run down on some of  what has happened since:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Okay, i think ive lost 1 great someone, 1 good someone and 1 .. really biased someone.&lt;br /&gt;* Mending with 1 different great someone&lt;br /&gt;* Grounded for the whooping whole year&lt;br /&gt; - LMAO, i laugh about it now. Epic Tale. Wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;* Been missing out on everyone's special days. Gosh-dammit!&lt;br /&gt;* Realised that there's more to the "Truth".&lt;br /&gt;* Totally buggered by the whole Bf-craze. Not bothered &amp;amp; Don't bother. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;* Spent heaps of time with family: Love them even more.&lt;br /&gt;* Made a bet: If i like/see/go out with anyone i owe the opposition 20 bucks per person. Why you must ask? Cause i know i'm going to win &amp;amp; i have the upper hand =D See? Im grounded= no one time!&lt;br /&gt;* I was reminded that i have some of the greatest friends in the world a girl could possibly ask for. And they know it too. They were with me through thick and thin - even through my worse time. Now i really like Marilyn Monroe's famous quote! Go babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not depressed. I had a rough time. I was just out-of-it. And this *points above* is what happened since :) Im really good compared to before, and I'm really sorry for making you guys worry: I was just needed time for myself and you can't blame me for that.. right? WELL! Now I'm great, but there are times when im just like meh. and those are the times when I'm with people who i don't really connect with anymore and it's not that i don't care because i do care, but it has just happened and i'm not gonna chuck a sulk (I'm not going to lie: This stuff happens a lot @ school and it's my fault as well). Drifting is a part of life and i accept it, it also means im growing closer to someone else; which in this case is my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the people who i really enjoy being around with are the people who are on the same wavelength as me =) &amp;amp; i totally love it. Most of these people who i share this awesome bond with is like... kinda separated from me. The Grounding Law plays a part in this. But i don't mind as much now, cause i know deep inside, i still love them even if theyre a million miles away, and even if i can't talk to them on months on end. I still think of them the same. And love them the same. I'm not gonna chuck a fit by telling them "OMG WE DRIFTEDDDDDD WE NEED TO FIX THIS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's not true. Physically,yes. LOL of course yes. But mentally, no. When it comes to the point where i dont remember a thing about them, then yes i will say ---Wow.. We've drifted * worried face*. Other than that, we're living all our own lives and having fun at that as well! And when we do get to see or talk to each other, i swear it's the greatest feeling in the world. I can say this for the boys of De Lasalle ..meaning - Matthew, Tim, Peter &amp;amp; Thomas Twins and Luke. We both know we rarely see or hear from each other, but when we do -- it's great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently according to scientific research and whatnot, I'm going through the roughest time of the hormone-crazed phase:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm discovering who i am&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm discovering who i want to become&lt;br /&gt;3. Im tackling that annoying HSC&lt;br /&gt;4. Friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Family&lt;br /&gt;6. Life's lessons: What a bitch -- but its very interesting though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can only ever cross one thing off that list until the day i fall off a cliff: Thats def. gonna be the HSC. Everything else is occurring and totally ongoing -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it don't you?The only thing that makes it a whole lot easier is: Become a nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have friends all the time! You've discovered you're a nun. And you've discovered what you want to be which is .. a nun. You dont need a U.A.I to be a nun, you just need the bible. You're family  with everyone and you TEACH people life's lessons. Wow! My mum has often attempted at persuading me to join the nunnery. She had ALMOST convinced me, but the idea of having cute bundles of joy soon relieved myself of my mother's dream. I know for a fact that she doesn't want Grandchildren anytime soon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She sees her mates painstakingly tend to those bundles until their old of age on a daily basis. In other words, her friends has little left of a social life and my mother has no intention of speeding up an anti-social phase. Abstinence has convinced all of us children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Childbirth.. What more can i say? LOL yes there is. IT HURTS LIKE A DOG RUNNING AWAY WITH YOUR completed HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchy. Anyway, Good Morning Sunshine. I'm back in the buzz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-7588948583602648077?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/7588948583602648077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=7588948583602648077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7588948583602648077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7588948583602648077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-80622941071719472</id><published>2008-12-10T21:56:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:14:36.271+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Really.. I'm not in any mood for writing anymore. It's been killed.. And why you might ask that this has even occurred? Ahhh ~ i can't even talk about it. It's soo.....urghh. But i can hint it though, "How far would to go to protect someone?", even to jeopardize my valued and much-fought for friendships to mend an old one of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've gone the furthest... and do i regret it? Yeah. During the time I thought i had done the right thing, but that just makes things worse for me. Hahaha you guys would call it being "Hero" but I'm not too sure if i am... I wasn't being selfish -- If i was selfish i wouldve left it and ignored everything and let those people involved eat each other. All i can do now is wait for these people to realise what really happened. I don't know when they would realise.. perhaps never? Girls can be pretty cunning. *sigh* So this whole year really became a waste afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have good intentions in that everyone could be friends again ---- i guess you gotta break something to make something. Now i realise the value of my friendships was greater than the one i sought out to mend could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i do? Leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-80622941071719472?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/80622941071719472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=80622941071719472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/80622941071719472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/80622941071719472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-1481459383446963493</id><published>2008-10-21T18:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:56:00.607+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A new light</title><content type='html'>Suddenly annoyed, I finally realised that my light bulb was screaming, " UNSCREW ME! IM GONNA TURN BLACK YOU BITCH!"... it had raged on for the past few months.So concluding that I'm cheap.. and the excuse? I'm an asian dude and i only replace my light bulbs when they burn out, OR when i notice that they don't flick on in the dark. Alas, i stayed true to my dying light bulb's wish and put it to rest with the other delicious novelties you find in the kitchen garbage bin :) Niceeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the garage, i grabbed one of many light bulbs from a big box (We asians buy in bulk, because way it's cheaper!) and in one stride, my ass is scrambling up the staircase  and i plopped in my new bright light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment -- I finally realised everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-1481459383446963493?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/1481459383446963493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=1481459383446963493' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/1481459383446963493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/1481459383446963493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-light.html' title='A new light'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-4397809876129125793</id><published>2008-09-21T15:33:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:13:27.504+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When the truth creeps in. DUN DUN DUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXiIzNI9iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GvFwfG6X5OA/s1600-h/lol+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXiIzNI9iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GvFwfG6X5OA/s320/lol+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248349581582333474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ladies! Yo FELLAZ! Ever noticed that when a blog entries first start -- it's like totally hilarious and piss-ball funny. So funnily badd that you're always cracking up till you get severe brain hemorrhages and plastic tubes stuck up your nose to regulate your jumpy breathing @ Hospital... BLA BLA BLA. Then! It gradually the blog entries becomes intensely serious and emotional, and you're like-- "What, I'm not able to laugh?NOoOoOoO :( i miss intensive care!!!! Woe to the hot nurses forcing their sexy bodies onto mine (aka.Sedating) and the disgustingly gooey substances which the hotties feed me with.....etc.BLISS!".&lt;br /&gt;No laughing = BLOG READERS' FATALITY. dun dun dunn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh -- i wrote my last blog entry not even 5 minutes ago and like -- FARRR, it's so serious and boring (because I'm not telling you what's going on ahahaha). I feel like I've dissatisfied my reading-fans hahaha ;) Sorry babes, i got carried awayyy, and you know? You can relate it to eating food. Eg: You're engrossed with eating chocolate, yet the people around you are bored of watching you and WANT you to eat something else for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that analogy good enough? If it isn't -- your imagination isn't up to a 5 year old's standard ;) HAHA- no im kidding. Your imagination is finee-- just like, toss some Twilight Sagas + Mills &amp;amp; Boon into your skull and babes you're even more fine! Danggggg. Hahaha. Like seriously, I'm "virtually" asking you -- If this blog gets too complicated or boring for you to understand. Tell me and I'll tell you "That's okay !". Besides, sometimes I  intended it for it to be that way. You see, i select the people i WANT to understand the few things i write about. Furthermore the people who don't understand....? I guess i havent been telling you much, OR you dont know me =P. Tuh, Stranger Danger LOL, GET OFF MY PAGE! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd like to conclude that -- I love writing blogs, it's truly my internet bliss, second best to MSN. And if you don't understand what i write sometimes, then you're not really MEANT to understand ;), cause it wasn't intended for you. Sorry-- but, STEP INTO MY VINTAGE HEELS FOR A SEC AND I'LL EXPLAIN --Ahem--- You wouldn't really want the world knowing about your "life" THUS, the endless examples of analogies i love creating! Hahaha. So, in the future -- I hope i do my best as a blogger to ensure your stay in intensive care (if possible =)) so, you'll be sedated by hot nurses poking things in your body.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3915889715952287646-4397809876129125793?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/4397809876129125793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=4397809876129125793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4397809876129125793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4397809876129125793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-truth-creeps-in-dun-dun-dun.html' title='When the truth creeps in. DUN DUN DUN!'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXiIzNI9iI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GvFwfG6X5OA/s72-c/lol+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-7822309841723051756</id><published>2008-09-21T13:36:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:22:44.520+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Miraz - " Make it mine"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXKUhHd6dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Eq0N3vTPXQg/s1600-h/Maria+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXKUhHd6dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Eq0N3vTPXQg/s200/Maria+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248323394606066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm irrevocably in love with this funky song! It's so groovy, you can really dance to it anywhere - from the beach to the mass @ church! So, thankyou, Alex Bencio..... ya hilarious Fillipino! =P&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me condense everything into a nutshell from the events that happened on saturday... It was pretty darn hectic.. My gosh. I think I can now die from the fun of unpredictability... T___T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30am - Biking, Walking, swimming --- then, walking and biking. With little Anna&lt;br /&gt;10.25am- As soon as i got home in my daggy trackies - sis from the city called me to go markets&lt;br /&gt;10.30am- FAIRFIELD MARKETS - Bought dresses &amp;amp; a nice top PLUS my witch costume&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm- CHILLAX @ HOME&lt;br /&gt;1.00pm - head off to Mena's the Beautician in Casula&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm to 4.00pm - Ate @ Connie's place and slept in her lounge room... far away from Casula&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm - Church (my jeans kept falling down =.=")&lt;br /&gt;6.00pm to 11.00pm - Gone to Teresa's place for funeral anniversary mass and drove around with Justin&lt;br /&gt;..&amp;amp; 5 of 6 buttons of the new top went missing in wrestling matches, involving heels&lt;br /&gt;11.30pm to 12.30am - Got home. On the phone with a dear friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30am to 1.30am - Msn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then Sleep ETCCC..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saturday is just like any other saturday, except now, I'm doing what i truly want and i'm happy about it. I dont care about what other people think anymore cause "you only live once"(Chrissy!Love you chickababessssss). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After a year of wanting to get into a car with Justin driving it, i finally did and it was great friggin fun! It's sort of good that i didn't tell him how much fun i had, in case he did some terrifying wheely stunt...T___T". Omg, my heart froze when the car was thrown into a U-turn drift--- It was like, i was in the tofu car from Intitial D except this car was black and sexier haha&lt;/span&gt;.Ohh, it was fun and exhilarating nonetheless! :D:D:D:D:D.  And who cares? ;) .. Oh maybe my mum. But what she doesnt know won't hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RECKON...To do what you want is the best kind of feeling you can &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;imagine, you only get it if you DO what you want. So therefore, I'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;staying &lt;/span&gt;at school-- cause i dont give a rats ass about anything but my close friends and my Uai. My motivation to do well will come from my eagerness to beat this one irritating guy: Mr. I-Like-to-make-you-feel-wretched (also known as, that ganga that won't ever shut up about pessimistic shit in your own head, "You cant do it","Teh, think about the risks, you're not strong enough") If it had a face, I'd duck-tape it with a million rolls.... And! i love the feeling of -- Not caring about what other people expect of me, I like the feeling of what i expect of myself. Agree with me? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've exploded into a world of freedom where no one can stop you except your limits, put there by the compliments of good ol' morals.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thankyou babes! I love you ahaha&lt;/span&gt;). Think I've lost the plot? T__T" Nah Ah ! I still have my morals, just most of my fear of doing what i want has totally evaporated and condensed into skittles -- and bear in mind, I'll never eat them up again! Even if i do what i want, I still understand the consequences of my actions, so maybe that'll answer your questions if ive evolved into a emotionless,senseless--- Robot? (Oh no offense Wall-e.. You're lovely). Like, not so long ago--Oh a few days to be exact =O. I did something i wanted to do for a very long time, i knew "he" was going to be upset, but I've been upset for the whole year because i thought i was doing the right thing for everyone else and myself. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. Turned out to be for everyone but me :P &lt;/span&gt;-- and because of that, I probably lost a friend. But i had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not lie to myself for the benefit of a particular person/peoples for even a longer time. "A longer time", Oh Shit.. That's even more depressing! LOL. So right at this particular moment --- I've done all i can and I'm waiting for an answer and it sorta sucks =P just waiting around feeling sort of feeling helpless. I just want the answer really," Yes" or "No" nothing else. I dont mind if its good or bad --I dont expect anything, or really insist on anything. Because it really isn't fair if you don't consider what someone else wants Haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like i'm becoming a better person for myself instead of a good person for everyone else. I mean, i still think i'm good for the people i care about but, i was just bad to myself because i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; scared of the doing 50/50 risks. Friggin society..their expectations, their stereotypes, their conventions can all die now,oh I've let it get to me enough. Now it's time to kick it's big fat bottox! *SMASH&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bangggggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crackk&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's enough insight into the complex mind of an average asian teenager. Tragically boring aye? I know, it's in dire need of some exciting things =p. Hahaha - If i could re-act Romeo and Juliet to create some entertainment, i would! But Mr.Romeo doesn't exist or he's being difficult =) Soo, now it's time to fold my mind up ( as portrayed in the given image displayed above). LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about your mind ;) Hahaha. yeah yeah STUPID ASS question. But you know what? I dont mind or care :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa.. See you Chickas &amp;amp; Fellas. Much Love &amp;amp; Happiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-7822309841723051756?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/7822309841723051756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=7822309841723051756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7822309841723051756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7822309841723051756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/09/jason-miraz-make-it-mine.html' title='Jason Miraz - &quot; Make it mine&quot;'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXKUhHd6dI/AAAAAAAAADM/Eq0N3vTPXQg/s72-c/Maria+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-4965149460804619319</id><published>2008-09-20T11:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:07:20.727+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Ive done it =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXWe0FqNWI/AAAAAAAAADc/TNPS-8_duwQ/s1600-h/Random+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXWe0FqNWI/AAAAAAAAADc/TNPS-8_duwQ/s200/Random+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248336765636982114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo! This calls for a celebration! Ive done what i wanted and im not sad or regretting it. Thankyou my dearest buddies for the support you've given me; LOL, i know i know it's been a rough year =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Atm. Probably a few people are mad and disappointed, but who cares, it's my decision and they'll get over it! You can't hold a grudge for that long hahaha. So i did what i wanted, and i'm happy about it, I don't even care about the outcomes that much because i got whatever i had on my chest out. I'm not talking about my boobs either T___T". Wait... well i do care, but it wouldnt affect me so much i guess. I've finally become a brave girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, doing what you want is the best feeling ever. I quote from beloved Chrissy, "You only live once". So why wouldnt you live it the way you want? :) I guess ive made a lot of sacrifices and rid myself of some baggage over the past week, but hey! It's all going towards my happiness, everlasting... with no- strings attached to anything! Wooo-- Im so happy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-4965149460804619319?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/4965149460804619319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=4965149460804619319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4965149460804619319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4965149460804619319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-ive-done-it.html' title='Yay! Ive done it =)'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXWe0FqNWI/AAAAAAAAADc/TNPS-8_duwQ/s72-c/Random+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-3651641156788682791</id><published>2008-09-15T09:49:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:04:39.271+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants versus Morals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXV4cmzkhI/AAAAAAAAADU/kVxJAtwbn_Y/s1600-h/y1pm8T1N5_TBU7DnEwW61LFquQpXsdDmaVaauhknrCckMe8YBy-LpZz8nu45GUkLZ73gtTQBnRkBhENfZ79vJQr2Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXV4cmzkhI/AAAAAAAAADU/kVxJAtwbn_Y/s200/y1pm8T1N5_TBU7DnEwW61LFquQpXsdDmaVaauhknrCckMe8YBy-LpZz8nu45GUkLZ73gtTQBnRkBhENfZ79vJQr2Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248336106498527762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever wanted something so much that you'll do anything for it? Even break the morals that you live by? If you have, you're so brave. You truly are, hahaha, I don't have the guts yet. I think if i do get what i want, i'll be happy about it, but then the people who i'm close to probably won't be happy like me and disapprove it and everything.... In my case, the thing i would love to blame the most is "bad-timing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever i wanted happened ages ago, and i thought i had gotten over it, and it's been a long time. But still, I know i'm lying to myself cause i feel the same way, it's still strong today like it was ages ago. But maybe the saying " You always want what you can't have" applies to my situation and it'll probably go from downhill if i got it. Blehhh -- seriously, HSC is coming up and i can't be like this :) So in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If i get what i want, i'll be happy and then unhappy because i know ive done the wrong thing morally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If i dont get what i want, i'll be a bit down but everyone's still happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd option sounds better doesn't it? Because it's the safe option. Ahhh i can't talk about this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-3651641156788682791?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/3651641156788682791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=3651641156788682791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3651641156788682791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3651641156788682791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/09/wants-versus-morals.html' title='Wants versus Morals'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXV4cmzkhI/AAAAAAAAADU/kVxJAtwbn_Y/s72-c/y1pm8T1N5_TBU7DnEwW61LFquQpXsdDmaVaauhknrCckMe8YBy-LpZz8nu45GUkLZ73gtTQBnRkBhENfZ79vJQr2Q.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-7891518305240065135</id><published>2008-09-02T16:28:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:09:21.799+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost-Face Killah feat. Neyo - Back like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXW-u80PPI/AAAAAAAAADk/EyAUpnxFvyY/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXW-u80PPI/AAAAAAAAADk/EyAUpnxFvyY/s200/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248337314013527282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LOL- No one reads this aye? If you do. Comment. It motivates me to write more ;)&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna discuss, "The Issue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Issue:&lt;br /&gt;#1: Ive been single so long, i want to have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;#2: Ive been dating so long, i want to be single.&lt;br /&gt;The issue is: Majority of us girls are very indecisive :) And it's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;We're all like, " I'm single, but i wanna date a guy, but i don't wanna date,you know what i mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, I know what it means - Every girl knows what it means! It's completely normal to feel that way :), I just feel sorry for the boy that's gonna be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with someone this morning at 2am (haha,it's the guy's best interest is to stay anonymous). And he said a lot of things that i realised that were true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why some guys don't wanna get with a girl is cause she's too confused with her feelings. One day she'll be "yeah i like you!", and the next day she'll be like, " I mistaken it for something else, can we still be friends?". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This annoys the shit outta guys, &lt;/span&gt;mostly because they can't do anything, esp. how us girls love to re-quote the guy thus degradinng his level of pride. I quote, " Its sucks cause we can't whinge, or we'll look weak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls tend to think like this, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll do this and that for me cause i'm worth it, if he doesn't he's so not worth it".&lt;/span&gt;I agree on the bit where girls are worth it, but then again, would you do anything and everything for a guy? No. Unless you loved him or was utterly obsessed by him. If you won't do anything, you can't expect him to reciprocate. Girl pleaseee.. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all wonder why we're so "complicated". I reckon most of us like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us girls all want to know there's someone waiting for us after a long day, because it's a nice feeling. Along with that, we want to have the freedom to do whatever we like including hang out with other guys cause there's no better substitute for ego-boosts.Flirting, It works wonders on the self-esteem.LOLL. We also want some boy to be jealous so we'll feel even more special and talk about amongst our friends.Oooo. Thus, we're a hot topic, so to speak.Ever wonder why we talk so much? We want to be called every night, but we want to call whenever we like. We want to be spoiled with gifts yet spoil others so little. So, we're pretty selfish ;) We want the boy who's waiting for us at home to understand our crazy antics + behaviours and not get jealous or start a fight. And when the boy leaves us, we get upset. We don't understand what went wrong, we were so happy. And now you hate him. He gives us reasons: Like, we flirt too much, we go out too much with other guys, we never call him much, you never give him anything, you don't let him go out with other girls, don't you appreciate his devotion to you.However, we still get mad at him cause we think we're worth it and he just doesnt blardy see it. "Ass-hole", is screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason for that, it's "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do it to them, before they do it to you".Don't get me wrong, but you boys do it too =p.&lt;/span&gt;This is "The Issue", we try to incorporate the "single" and "dating" life into one. Sometimes it works out, if the guy is lenient, understanding and is willing to sacrifice his "mind" when you go out with a bunch of girls and guys or maybe he really trusts you. Ngawww sweeeeet. It means he thinks you're worth it ;) Oo la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, my darlings ladies. Dont you feel for the guys now? See how much shit we put them through? :(. Cry with me.... LOL, nah don't cry you pussy =P ..But if he treats you bad, then just put him through shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-7891518305240065135?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/7891518305240065135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=7891518305240065135' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7891518305240065135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7891518305240065135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/09/ghost-face-killah-feat-neyo-back-like.html' title='Ghost-Face Killah feat. Neyo - Back like that'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXW-u80PPI/AAAAAAAAADk/EyAUpnxFvyY/s72-c/DSC00130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-7751218783334709475</id><published>2008-08-28T16:58:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:22:48.932+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Shudder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXaIjYD95I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EwKrqLQAhts/s1600-h/y1psuTNihU6rOxtYszwEVZNyRjMhYsbLcIFjz1WQnh1h-v7TgfJaGi2_OnmwGYVwWWy7IawWYnIdHE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXaIjYD95I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EwKrqLQAhts/s320/y1psuTNihU6rOxtYszwEVZNyRjMhYsbLcIFjz1WQnh1h-v7TgfJaGi2_OnmwGYVwWWy7IawWYnIdHE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248340781240154002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're screaming. Your eyes flutter open.Fingers grasping reality. "It's all a dream", you tell yourself. But it felt so real. So real. So real. It could become real... LOL,Pfft no wayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe 100% of you people know of the dreams where you feel like your falling and suddenly dumped in the middle of your bed OR you can feel --- things happening. Like feeling intense emotions or being thoroughly kissed?Oh It's just an idea :) You know as well as i do that many of these dreams are suspenseful, exciting, scary and extremely interesting...Pity that many of us forget to write it down before we forget the darn dream. Is it true that dreams represent something that may happen in the future? That's what I've always wondered.. If so, does anyone care to interpret this dream that has been bugging me for months...? It's like a story. I don't know the end. I was killed in my dream before i knew what was the end hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shudder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Camp. What a way to finish off procrastination at school, You'll take things seriously afterwards". The principal's words still rung in my ears. Irritating, it's been a month since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good ol' camp in the no-where of nowhere. I really didn't mind camping, it was one of those things i never minded in my life -- plus it was enjoyable to watch the materialistic girls going psycho at the sight of one power point with 5 suitcases of straighteners, dvd-tvs, electric blankets, foot baths and what-not.I wouldn't be surprised if they could fit their boyfriend in their make-up kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared out the frosty bus window - it's probably about 10 o'clock at night. Bah! A 6 hour ride? "Where the hell are they taking us?" I muttered to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No response. I looked into the empty space next to me. Unsure, i laid my hand on the empty seat - - - it was cold. Just.. too cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmed.I stretched my head up and quickly glanced around the bus. Strange.. I dont see any of my friends. In fact i don't see anyone i know.Wait, I just don't see anyone's face.The two rows of students slumped to sleep, hiding their faces. Odd. I thought i saw someone sit next to me. Suddenly my back arched forward.The bus halted to a stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out, Get out!", yelled a husky voice. Murmurs of annoyance soon filled the atmosphere. Every head sprung up from their slumber. My wary eyes didn't recognize anyone. Frightened, i hastily clutched my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just a preview :P, I realised this dream is way too long and i'll probably start writing a novel haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-7751218783334709475?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/7751218783334709475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=7751218783334709475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7751218783334709475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7751218783334709475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/08/shudder.html' title='Shudder'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXaIjYD95I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EwKrqLQAhts/s72-c/y1psuTNihU6rOxtYszwEVZNyRjMhYsbLcIFjz1WQnh1h-v7TgfJaGi2_OnmwGYVwWWy7IawWYnIdHE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-4900228034252203929</id><published>2008-08-20T20:49:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:11:25.809+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXXchz1PPI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Pb-sdEu8N4/s1600-h/y1pXZjJ1PGN04o0HH15iMtuZpx9q6uRZU0rJskLK2p4PDuzCogfMdfaxkLLo-DHLwmT4BnIj_3_9Wg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXXchz1PPI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Pb-sdEu8N4/s200/y1pXZjJ1PGN04o0HH15iMtuZpx9q6uRZU0rJskLK2p4PDuzCogfMdfaxkLLo-DHLwmT4BnIj_3_9Wg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248337825882258674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Typical situation&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh my goos--hhh, I havent written anything in so long! I so need to update myself. So much has happened! I'm going to write everything that happened because it's been so hectic and exhilarating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's happening that right now! However to much dismay, I know myself and other people too well,and I'd probably die if i read another opening line of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Omgsh, so much has happened! I gotta recount"&lt;/span&gt;..etc and quite frankly,dying doesn't up on the things that tickle my fancy.Suicide, Oh God forbid! It's a known fact that people who are bored either write blogs, read blogs or is stalking the writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people reading this right now is probably my bestfriendssssssssssssss &amp;amp; the excessive "s"s just totally emphasizes how many bestfriends that exist in my life. I love yous. You know who you are! First off are my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CCNF gangers&lt;/span&gt; - You babes make my life bliss-tastic!( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i wholly hope that such a fantabulous word exists!&lt;/span&gt;) Each and everyone of you are different and that just really opens up a new part of me.. like for instance, Rowena you make me wanna re-live preschool, Khanh you make me wanna do things i dont wanna do but now i'm tempted..You whoreeee :(, Vee you make me wanna have fun wherever and whenever i like and i really dont give a shit about what i do ;), Thanh you bring out the most hilarious side of me: i can't help but tease you all the time!, Bryan, I swear you have a unique humour that blows me awayyyy, Cathy Vu -- Because of you i know I'm absolutely Heterosexual =), Chris -- LOL, Maybe we shouldnt have met each other in year . Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're my gangers and school would be so boring if it weren't for all the dramas we all stir up. Oh nothing too bad, it's just a pad in a pencil case ranging to carved nudity rubbers. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love yous forever &amp;amp; ever babes :) !&lt;br /&gt;Okay: Now an update on my life - S'all good (H)&lt;br /&gt;There's always things you'd never expect to happen though.. Something i really dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's some advice for the girlies. If you've just gotten out of a relationship &amp;amp; you're not interested -- make it clear that you're not interested, i really urge that! Honey, there's always a boy who can't take a million hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-4900228034252203929?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/4900228034252203929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=4900228034252203929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4900228034252203929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4900228034252203929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sorry-babes-i-wont-leave-you-hanging.html' title='Too long.'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXXchz1PPI/AAAAAAAAADs/5Pb-sdEu8N4/s72-c/y1pXZjJ1PGN04o0HH15iMtuZpx9q6uRZU0rJskLK2p4PDuzCogfMdfaxkLLo-DHLwmT4BnIj_3_9Wg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-6326062399549362831</id><published>2008-06-15T11:35:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:13:59.544+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Note:This has been a draft for over 3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXYEShFUKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vLQai6YUEco/s1600-h/yes,+it+my+boobs+bitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXYEShFUKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vLQai6YUEco/s200/yes,+it+my+boobs+bitches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248338508971856034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls, let me ask you this ! Do you dread it when these two forces meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents &amp;amp; Boys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Majority of you would say --- Yes. And why is that so? It's because most of us are Asian, Ha! Enough said!. Isn't that right? ;) Hahaha. Yes, i know you've all heard the case of the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You think your parents are strict!?!?!? Look me meee, Look at meeee!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* in that endearing Kath &amp;amp; Kim aussie accent*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon most of us girls like to think, "Fuck, it's my parents' fault that theyre strict!"...&lt;br /&gt;Well "LOL" at you, I just think that your parents just don't TRUST you enough. Make sense? Oh! I'm so excited about this that I'll even toss in an ANALOGY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust. What is it? It's just allowing somebody to do something and having confidence that the person will behave responsibly or properly. (That was so taxed off Microsoft word). And how do you get it??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is like baking a nice cake. It takes a long time to get the chocolate from Switzerland and the milk from England and the eggs from your lazy ass chicken. WELL ANYWAY, it takes a while for you to make the chocolate layer, then a vanilla layer and another strawberry layer..and then decorate it with metallic balls, cream and fruits AND FINALLY you've completed this cake that EVERYONE absolutely loves and would do anything for... however, it only takes one big or little bite --- depending on the size of your mouth --for you to make the cake look.. URGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just like trust, hard to build and hard to keep and VERY hard to make it look attractive for others to trust it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm pretty over that analogy, well anyway, i gotta admit something. I was one of the girls who dreaded this trust issue and just when i thought i had it -- I took too many bites out of it, like, i would say i'm coming home from a party at 11pm &amp;amp; step onto the front porch @ 2am &lt;-- And that did totally happen.Thus, my cake had been eaten up. There's nothing left *sighs*. Haha, time to bake another cake. It'll probably be a mud cake -- since they're known for their long period of validity and structural stability -- meaning, the cake won't budge, it's that freakin' dense!LOL The density is pretty much equivalent to a thick-head of your annoying sibling(if your parents happened to depressingly conceive one).   Warning: Do not eat mud cakes from Maccas or any cafe unless you're utterly deranged &amp;amp; want to die early.Want me to be honest? That cake is older than your great grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-6326062399549362831?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/6326062399549362831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=6326062399549362831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6326062399549362831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6326062399549362831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/06/notethis-has-been-draft-for-over-3.html' title='Note:This has been a draft for over 3 months'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXYEShFUKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vLQai6YUEco/s72-c/yes,+it+my+boobs+bitches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-3119199795980878838</id><published>2008-06-03T19:41:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:51:46.357+10:00</updated><title type='text'>EUPHORIA EUPHORIA EUPHORIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SEUTsBK9WsI/AAAAAAAAACU/z8UOhAIlcZk/s1600-h/fucked+up.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SEUTsBK9WsI/AAAAAAAAACU/z8UOhAIlcZk/s400/fucked+up.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207590191073417922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s only three words my GENIUS: *I seriously can’t be bothered—read the title!*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday was an awesome day, and I’ll quote the words of my Chemistry teacher:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;“It takes pain to know what happiness is”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Haha ! And since I’m so HAPPY, I'd even draw it up for you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;VOILA- Well, i don't want to go into depth but that particular day was a turning point in my young lifeee, and whoever was there for me that day, i wanna thank youu soo MUCH! Muah! I love yousss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-3119199795980878838?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/3119199795980878838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=3119199795980878838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3119199795980878838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/3119199795980878838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/06/euphoria-euphoria-euphoria.html' title='EUPHORIA EUPHORIA EUPHORIA'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SEUTsBK9WsI/AAAAAAAAACU/z8UOhAIlcZk/s72-c/fucked+up.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-7896591342132198412</id><published>2008-05-23T14:57:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:31:23.856+10:00</updated><title type='text'>depression due to the deprivation of a working bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXqL6fDWWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9Y2-MWgVZ7E/s1600-h/me+and+ronald+and+my+bike%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXqL6fDWWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9Y2-MWgVZ7E/s200/me+and+ronald+and+my+bike%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248358431169141090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo: Me &amp;amp; Ronald)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People who know me reasonably well - know that i love bike riding. And yet, i haven't biked for close to 3 months now =(&lt;br /&gt;Reason? Popped tube in the back wheel.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't i fix it? Because i don't know how to + If i try, i have the capability of totally distorting it's appearance.... yes, it's possible :(&lt;br /&gt;When will it be fixed? When someone's free! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably thinking -&lt;br /&gt;"Geez, if she can live without it for 3 months, then why not the rest of her life?!?" and all i need to say is " Have you even rode a bike in your life?!". Bike riding is a mad hobby which can always put the excitement in your life, and the following INFATUATION reasons are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You get fit (&amp;amp; maybe after a while look smexy ;).. LOL, I'm just playing)&lt;br /&gt;2. You get to experience a new kind of FREEDOM, which is amazingggggg&lt;br /&gt;3. You can go whenever and whereEVER you please&lt;br /&gt;4. You know the cars are always HONKIN' at ya ;) LMAO. That's half true.&lt;br /&gt;5. You can spend ALONE time with your thoughts + It's Stress-free time.&lt;br /&gt;6. You feel relaxed when you stop pedalling as the wind is blowing in your face&lt;br /&gt;7. You make your younger siblings think that you're so COOL (Y)&lt;br /&gt;8. You mum trusts you more when you have a bike. I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;9. You always end up doing the grocery shopping. YES! AN EXCUSE TO GET OUT!&lt;br /&gt;10.You shall never go hungry... Maccas is only a 5 minutes bike-ride.&lt;br /&gt;11.You will always get to spend time with your friends. Regardless! :)&lt;br /&gt;12.You interest the opposite and/or the same sex even moreeee&lt;br /&gt;13.You will start to Ooze with confidence... I think =/&lt;br /&gt;14.You might get teased a lot by your friends if you're a chick. DW, they're just jealous ;)&lt;br /&gt;15.You get a chance to see &amp;amp; admire each environment you pass through--eg.Park@sunset&lt;br /&gt;16.YOU MIGHT GET A MAD BIKE FOR YOUR SWEET 16th! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, they're not all the reasons i can think of because i wanted to stop at the #16 so i can end the list with my joke :)..SOoOOoo FUNNY! You better LAUGHING!&lt;br /&gt;It just shows that i really like bikes, and for the people who didn't get my joke-- You probably don't know me well. Or never went to my birthday =P. I bet you're thinking... "why is she so into bikes?" All i can say--is-- the Blue Boys are into bikes-- thus they got me into bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with jogging sessions from 5.30am(for me?I was always late=S ) till whenever @ a local park.Ronald, David &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(which are two of my fav blue boys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I started jogging together, we all had our different reasons to jog=D, after we'd jog till we all sweat, we'd have ..maybe a long 1-2 hour chat and go eat ..haha, our fav brekkie was: HONEY CHICKEN +PORK ROLL. LOL, now you might think-- SHESHHHH! Jogging and then eat? Dumbasses. Well you DUMB-ARSE, i lost 5 kilos in 3 weeks because of that jogging so nerh :D and Ronald+David+Me increased our endurance like crazy &amp;amp; our cardio. It was such a fun time ! Each morning they'd come riding their bikes to the park, and each morning it reminded me of the fact that i---- can't really ride a bike. So during those jogging lessons, i'd practice riding the bikes - i mastered the BMX easy - wooHOO, but Ronald's mountain bike was--&gt;&gt;T___T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guy is about the same height as me.. haha, okay he's a bit taller, maybe a lot taller... BUT STILL, this bike was massive! And he'd dared to tell me that it was a small bike ! (i think). Anyway, the boys enjoyed laughing at me whenever i attempted to hop on the MAMMOTH(yess, i'll name it after Ronald's mountain bike). And i guess i kind of gave up on it. So it was always me on the bmx with David or Ronald on the BMX with me or on the mountain bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls, NEVER EVER DOUBLE WITH DAVID-- i swear he scares the crap out of me. The time i lost trust in his biking skills were when i was doubled on the bmx bike with him and he was riding the bike directly under tree branches so it'll ACCIDENTLY knock me on the head T___T", that was OKAY, but right after that --- instead of thinking STOP WAIT LISTEN WALK/RIDE @ the traffic light intersection on a busy road, it was "I GOT THIS!"....David thought he could make it across the road without needing to stop T___T"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The light was green..the little man was red..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ronald was peddling onto the crossing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;David got onto the crossing too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A car turned right towards our way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ronald stopped in time in front of the car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;David was behind Ronald and nearly crashed into Ronald..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the bike swerved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;haha, and then me and david fell off the bike onto the road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my leg was stuck in the bike,the car was beeping. So, i freed my leg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i jumped up and ran away across the road with a bruise on my ass :)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THE END!! Bike-Crashes has seemed to become common when us three are together. Those are just memories now, It's the HSC year and ronald and david have been busy @ studying so i don't think it's a good idea to re-live those memories especially how it can cause PREDICTABLE injuries =P. Hahahah. Even so, i can't wait to get on a bike again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-7896591342132198412?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/7896591342132198412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=7896591342132198412' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7896591342132198412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/7896591342132198412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/05/depression-due-to-deprivation-of.html' title='depression due to the deprivation of a working bike'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXqL6fDWWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9Y2-MWgVZ7E/s72-c/me+and+ronald+and+my+bike%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-1885018593710018358</id><published>2008-05-22T19:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:07:15.114+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend my life with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Spend my life with you" - Eric Bennet &amp;amp; Tamia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song is soOoOoOo sweet ! I really adore it ! And ladies you can guess why ;). Girls you know what i'm talking about-- remember how we occasionally get those tingly sensations all over our skin when we hear or see something that totally has to power to make us "AWE" in adoration. Well these are one of those songs ! I really feel like singing this song at the next wedding i'm gonna go to! Can't you imagine it? Everyone's gonna sway on the dance-floor with their beloved .... Mmmm, it sounds really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, about weddings! I haven't attended one in over a year! I really miss going to weddings, they were such a blast !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-1885018593710018358?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/1885018593710018358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=1885018593710018358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/1885018593710018358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/1885018593710018358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/05/spend-my-life-with-you.html' title='Spend my life with you'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-8477551596791401996</id><published>2008-05-21T18:01:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:16:57.419+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfy in a couch on a Winter-like Autumn Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXYr5LT90I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XOmK0lfcdkg/s1600-h/19432799a2126025896b365369102l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXYr5LT90I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XOmK0lfcdkg/s320/19432799a2126025896b365369102l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248339189364422466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i bet you're thinking- Oh my gosh! Why isn't Margarita keeping this blog alive? It's tragic! It's already been a month of silence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you were dramatic as the show DAYS OF OUR LIVES then you'd think that way :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, guess not. At this very second i'm sitting in a warm couch with the laptop plopped on my lap surrounded by Vietnamese music which usually contains lyrics about lonliness, cheaters and heartache. My brother loves this music, maybe these songs reflect the way he feels about girls. SHAME ON YOU ALL THEN, rah rah rah &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It certainly is making me feel depressed. ... BLEH ! Thank god for house music, it can always get me into a groovy mood  and go totally bonkers with dancing (H).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OH MY GOSH, my brother put that lonliness+sadness song on repeat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll talk about my day :). Today i had my maths test which i didnt really study for or finish the exercises on, but i got a really good mark =). It just proves how dumb i am for not studying for it in the first place, i could've done beter. But who cares, the Maths half yearlies are next week and, BRING IT! That's right, my half yearlies are next week -- WooOoo HoooOOoo. Which means the week after that is CAMP CAMP CAMP, and most likely certain smexy girls keeping me up all night. I love them. So yeah, My ancient history teacher also chatted to me today, apparently someone said something to him-- The idea of my wanting to leave school?-- He probably isn't the best person to give me advice on it as he's not really motivating me or helping me learn in class. Funny contradiction aye? My most passionate subject has the less-passionate teacher i've ever encountered. That's soooooooo cut ! I want to take up extension as well !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, and today in chemistry, Cathy, Thanh and I were busily talking about nails, buffing nails, shiny nails, dull nails and rubix cube boy. Lovely isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-8477551596791401996?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/8477551596791401996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=8477551596791401996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/8477551596791401996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/8477551596791401996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/05/comfy-in-couch-on-winter-like-autumn.html' title='Comfy in a couch on a Winter-like Autumn Night.'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXYr5LT90I/AAAAAAAAAEE/XOmK0lfcdkg/s72-c/19432799a2126025896b365369102l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-2495709703348842897</id><published>2008-04-12T09:03:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:18:29.918+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZG4Z29LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IqJ6pAEdMlw/s1600-h/5fce1999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZG4Z29LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IqJ6pAEdMlw/s320/5fce1999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248339653013468338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to hop on the train to Newcastle in exactly one hour! So before i go into the unknown future bla bla bla.. I'm gonna write another nooby blog for the sake of it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a nutshell, the Blue Boys is a group of guys from a private school who who wears blue uniform. How and why i met them is .. something really random. Gosh, everytime i think about how i met all of these guys, i just crack up laughing because its so weird. But i love them all the same haha even if theyre all quirky. Theyre the best guy mates ive ever known in my life to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now is the holizzzzzzz, so i'll probably be hanging out with them, bike riding,breaking chairs, throwing lynx cans into bonfires hahaha.. the whole lot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-2495709703348842897?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/2495709703348842897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=2495709703348842897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/2495709703348842897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/2495709703348842897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/04/blue-boys.html' title='Blue Boys'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZG4Z29LI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IqJ6pAEdMlw/s72-c/5fce1999.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-6273409868738751194</id><published>2008-03-28T15:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:21:00.127+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZtNkH5qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hEMCfU9Swko/s1600-h/y1psuTNihU6rOzRQgloscZ7s3-1Dm77sKMSqJsGoOl9OTislhuXLX6GAH7V_ueKreDiTa_ixmAJ_ME.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZtNkH5qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hEMCfU9Swko/s320/y1psuTNihU6rOzRQgloscZ7s3-1Dm77sKMSqJsGoOl9OTislhuXLX6GAH7V_ueKreDiTa_ixmAJ_ME.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248340311528695458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Since my first and foremost sacred entry was very nooby for a noob.....(lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm going to be generous and WRITE another blog which isn't so nooby cause i've done this once before ;)  LMAOOO--- I got this.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, about myself hrmm. i can put to you that I'm a Girl =D Yay-ersssss for girls! I'm still in school.. I love school so much (btw while i am typing this, i'm not at school...just shows you how much i love school =D).I'm unavailable for you silly boys.... but I'm always available for my girls ;) haha. Nahh, just playing I'm happy with one boy and many girls, two-four boys is too troublesome, ahh nutcases. I'm Vietnamese ! Yess... Vietnamese.. (azn pwide? LMAOOO yuck). Naww, I love my country -- i just like to tease 'em. OH YEAH! That's another thing about me. I love to muck around and tease everyone. OK! Next. I like my life.. it's very awesome! Just so that you know? I'm hardly depressed so i won't even think about writing that overexaggerated " i wanna kill myself" bullcrap -- Ngaww happy? Shit. I just thought about it T_______T. Well, literally but not purposely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See? There's just too much about a person! ARFGHH..I'm just gonna write what I'm thinking rather than about myself and what i do and how i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh! Almost forgot. I love CCNF they're my babessss, I love my families, i love my friends, i love blue boysss they're such awesome fellas, i love FOOD OVERALL, i love dresses, i love jewellery, i love vintage, i love art,i love to cook, i love little kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In a nutshell, i LOVE EVERYTHING. So pretty much, I'm just optimistic :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-6273409868738751194?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/6273409868738751194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=6273409868738751194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6273409868738751194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/6273409868738751194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/03/since-my-first-and-foremost-sacred.html' title=''/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZtNkH5qI/AAAAAAAAAEc/hEMCfU9Swko/s72-c/y1psuTNihU6rOzRQgloscZ7s3-1Dm77sKMSqJsGoOl9OTislhuXLX6GAH7V_ueKreDiTa_ixmAJ_ME.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3915889715952287646.post-4046428480761891963</id><published>2008-03-28T14:38:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:19:20.954+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning (That sounds so pro).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZUrSDu-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NjMEtXhRLUo/s1600-h/158290967a2676616285b630225407l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZUrSDu-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NjMEtXhRLUo/s200/158290967a2676616285b630225407l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248339890009258978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Mahh Gawwwwwww !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I can't believe it either! MARGARITA HAS FINALLY MADE A BLOG.. after 4 years of everyone hassling me T___T"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You know, i never thought this day would come. Crazy aye? Never once during the Teeny Bopper Reign.. (we're still in it btw), had i thought of making this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My inspiration = PEER PRESSURE =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I don't know what you write in the "first" entry -- Zomgsh, it sounds so damn SACRED. Like your first baby steps or your first kiss...(Arghh, hated that). I've noticed Other people write about their love lifes.. umm.. lost of love lives and total non-existence of love lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;HAHAHAHAH! I loved laughing at those blogs. So damn friggin hilarious! Like, i don't mean to be rude.. but stuff like this comes outta them. " You shattered me into pieces and only your love can put me together again. Baby, you're my UHUUUU Superglue!"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;LMFAOO-- Ok Ok T___T" I made that up, but you get the drift yeah? If you thinks that's a total knocker--- you should read teeny bopper blogs. I can compare it to the "The Days of our Lives" over-dramatizing show. AND THAT -- I won't even tap into. I'll die of ROFLS. Teeny bopper Over-exaggeration is a gift of laughter, a gift from you-know-who ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3915889715952287646-4046428480761891963?l=funkedmargery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/feeds/4046428480761891963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3915889715952287646&amp;postID=4046428480761891963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4046428480761891963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3915889715952287646/posts/default/4046428480761891963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkedmargery.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-beginning-that-sounds-so-pro.html' title='A New Beginning (That sounds so pro).'/><author><name>~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04833398668785911177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Z26r5lHvfo/SNXZUrSDu-I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NjMEtXhRLUo/s72-c/158290967a2676616285b630225407l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
