<?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-10642387</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:59:54.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about life.love.learning.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10642387.post-111184118565166267</id><published>2005-03-26T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T04:48:01.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide</title><content type='html'>It is silliness to live when to live is torment. -Shakespeare, "Othello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; The first time it happened I was ten.&lt;br /&gt;It was an accident. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; The second time I meant&lt;br /&gt;To last it out and not come back at all.&lt;br /&gt;I rocked shut &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; As a seashell.&lt;br /&gt;They had to call and call&lt;br /&gt;And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Dying&lt;br /&gt;Is an art, like everything else.&lt;br /&gt;I do it exceptionally well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; I do it so it feels like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I do it so it feels real.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I’ve a call.&lt;br /&gt;–Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love this poem cos it feels good for someone to finally be on my side.&lt;br /&gt;Little childrenb make me hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;If not for them I would have left long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-111184118565166267?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/111184118565166267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=111184118565166267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111184118565166267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111184118565166267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/03/suicide.html' title='suicide'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-111129179814822017</id><published>2005-03-19T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T20:14:48.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romanticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Only art can bring us closer to the 'inexpressible'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if you slept?&lt;br /&gt;And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed?&lt;br /&gt;And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven&lt;br /&gt;and there plucked a strange and beautiful  flower?&lt;br /&gt;And what if, when you awoke, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you had the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;flower in your hand?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, what then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colderidge, an English Romantic poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tired of the eternal efforts to fight our way through raw matter, we chose another way and sought to embrace the infinite. We went inside ourselves and created a new world..." Norwegian-born naturalist Henrik Steffens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the philosophical epochs in europe  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Romanticism is my favourite. I want to join the cult! It's all about expressing yourself. It's all about individualism. It's all about philosophy, nature and poetry. Romantics are sort of related to hippies except the period of Romanticism came 150 years before hippies. And for your information Beethoven was a Romantic, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;... the path of mystery leads inwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/10642387-111129179814822017?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/111129179814822017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=111129179814822017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111129179814822017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111129179814822017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/03/romanticism.html' title='Romanticism'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-111124354345008994</id><published>2005-03-19T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T06:45:43.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diagnose Me</title><content type='html'>Something's come over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;EAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like curling up into a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly chocolate's not the answer to everything. It's time you knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Are you pmsing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely and apprehensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a weird taste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a blind spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dull ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick but I'm not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad and I suddenly hate happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-111124354345008994?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/111124354345008994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=111124354345008994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111124354345008994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111124354345008994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/03/diagnose-me_19.html' title='Diagnose Me'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-111003443793472969</id><published>2005-03-05T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:53:57.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday upon the stair&lt;br /&gt; I met a man who wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt; He wasn't there again today.&lt;br /&gt; Oh how I wish he'd go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?&lt;/pre&gt; Identity is this super cool movie I just saw. Ten people are trapped in a dingy motel on a stormy night with a killer on the loose. a limo driver escorting a movie star, parents with a young son, a cop transporting a convict, a prostitute, a young couple, and the motel manager are caught up in a rainstorm. The limo driver was a good guy he ran around helping everyone stay calm and helps in indentifying the murderer. In another scene he is charged with the murder. He is puzzled and confused he was the one helping to solve the crime how could he have committed it. Then a phsychiatrist discovers that he has multiple personality disorder and many of the ten people are actually his one personalities. I think one of the women, the limo driver, and the kid. And it turned out to be the kid who was doing all the killing. Damn I make it sound so boring I'm no good at movie reviews. Watch it yerself and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-111003443793472969?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/111003443793472969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=111003443793472969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111003443793472969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/111003443793472969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/03/identity.html' title='Identity...'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110803907383312753</id><published>2005-02-10T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T04:37:53.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>Well I've been posting too many tickle results, it's getting abit boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? These holidays, for the first time in my life I don't feel bad about doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Usually when I bum I feel really guilty afterwards but this timeI felt pretty good about it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess a little loafing is good for you:P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh darn I've run out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't much today so I've got nothing to say. Oh well peace out then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-110803907383312753?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110803907383312753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110803907383312753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110803907383312753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110803907383312753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110801460367070153</id><published>2005-02-09T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T21:50:03.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tickle stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorn, the recurrent theme of your dream life is Empowerment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/dreams/payment.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dreaming about antagonistic people and situations that are threatening to diminish your personal power. This means that in some area of your life, you're searching for ways to regain your sense of security and certainty. Dreams are the stories your unconscious narrates each night as you sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well whaddya know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vorn, you're inspired by Expressing Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="topen('D','F',true);return false;" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/inspire/result.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got something to say, and nothing feels better than letting the world hear it, whether that means you're into singing, writing, designing — or you're just the kind of woman who's not afraid to share her opinion on the issues that matter most to her. Why should you try to blend?You're a bold individual who definitely gets a kick out of standing out from the crowd. Sure, you might sometimes shock your friends with your loud-n-proud statements, but you know they are often impressed by your courage to show off who you really are. As for you, there's nothing better than the rush you get from being true to yourself and the causes you believe most deeply in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what? I kinda agree with this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vorn, when it comes to psychic abilities, you have an unusually strong talent in the area of Precognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/esp/payment.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means you have an uncanny ability to look into the future and know ahead of time what is going to happen. You might, for instance, simply know that you're going to get that job before the interview even happens with a certainty that exceeds what you would expect to have simply knowing the facts of the situation. You might have a sense of dread before going out for the evening only to later have a flat tire on your way home. These little hunches are easy to ignore but for you especially, quite often lead to a true prediction of what is going to happen. These predictions can be used to generate positive outcomes, and the more you know about how to use your talent, the more you will be able to distinguish between fantasy of the future and an actual reality you are seeing happen, before it has actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAH! See blawsie I'm phsychic too so there! In conlusion I say these ESP tests are a load of trash.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vorn, your lucky charm is a Scarab&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="topen('E','F',true);return false;" href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/luckycharm/result.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope you're not afraid of bugs, because it turns out that scarabs are your lucky charm. But before you get creeped out, you don't need the living thing for luck to come your way.(No one wants a living dung beetle crawling around in their pocket, after all.) So consider yourself one of the fortunate few. When the likeness of the scarab is stamped, carved or engraved onto stone, glass, wood and metal, it becomes one of the oldest good-luck charms in the world. Keep one next to your heart for long life. Place one next to your head while you sleep for protection. As the sacred symbol of the eternal soul, you might want to carry more than one scarab charm—one for this life and one for the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funkeh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vorn, in the last year you've earned 837 karma points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/karma/payment.jsp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've earned these points by doing good things, therefore allowing good things to circle back to you. There are 6 different ways people earn karma, and by looking at your responses to this test, we can tell that your compassionate nature is earning you the most karma.In fact, you seem to have a real knack for both understanding what people are going through and finding ways to support them during difficult times. By being a sensitive person with a keen sense of empathy, you can do much to alleviate others' pain. This has been an important way you've earned your karma up to this point. This kindness strengthens your current relationships but suggests it will come back to you positively in the future. Through your concerted efforts to care about and tend to the needs of others, you generate good karma for yourself and the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-110801460367070153?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110801460367070153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110801460367070153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110801460367070153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110801460367070153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/tickle-stuffs.html' title='tickle stuffs'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110796946120144076</id><published>2005-02-09T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T09:17:41.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From tickle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="testtitle"&gt;     &lt;div class="maintitle"&gt;Discover Your Past Life&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="greeting"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;p&gt; Come out and play — in your previous life, you were a hamster named Vladimir. Here's what we know about you: Born on the plains of Siberia, you spent your early years weathering harsh winters, drinking vodka, and attending committee meetings. Determined and headstrong, you always got your way when push came to shove. But it wasn't all darkness — no one knew how to let loose and have a good time better than you. You were the reigning Twister champ, and you always emerged victorious from the Bolshevik's annual Dance-a-Thon (your signature step, the Funky Chicken, was a huge crowd pleaser). As you were also quite the health fanatic, you developed and patented a set of exercise wheel fitness videos that quickly became all the rage in Siberia. Your commercial success led you to denounce Communism and head for the States, where you ultimately provided&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the inspiration for a wacky Web site and song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was a hamster keep that in mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="testtitle"&gt;     &lt;div class="maintitle"&gt;Are You Loony?&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="greeting"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                                                       It only happens once in a blue moon, but when you cut loose, you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; cut loose. We wouldn't call you loony, but you might qualify for loon-ish. Because while you've been known to have your moments of insanity, you're usually the model of decorum. That's why people are so tickled when you do occasionally do and say off-the-wall, goofy things. But you usually tend to keep your emotions and behavior strictly in check — making sure the scales are firmly tipped toward "sanity" is something you take pride in. That said, it wouldn't hurt to indulge your loony side a little more often. Being dependable and reliable is one thing; being predictable is something else entirely. So leave work early and go fly a kite. Hire a skywriter to inscribe your squeeze's name in midair. Go skinny dipping in January. Make a point of leaving room for spontaneity and craziness in your life — trust us, it's lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a loon and I'm proud to be one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="greeting"&gt;                     Vorn, you're &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;As Cool as They Come&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;                                         &lt;p&gt; Self-confidence always comes in handy for a cool cat like you. You've got a strong sense of self and don't like to do things just because everyone else does. It's your willingness to take risks and experiment that makes you the envy of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let others play by the book and follow the path everyone else takes. You know what you want in life, and you aren't afraid to take the steps to get you there — even if others think you're different. You're a true original with a sense of conviction. And it doesn't get much cooler than that. &lt;/p&gt;                                                               But if winter colds are keeping you from the cool things you love, get multi-symptom cold and flu relief with an instant cooling sensation you’ll feel right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vhy thankew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="testtitle"&gt;     &lt;div class="maintitle"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div class="greeting"&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;p&gt;                          &lt;/p&gt; We don't need a psychic to tell us that you're giving off a &lt;b&gt;Crimson&lt;/b&gt; vibe. Your ruby-red aura reveals your passionate, sensual nature — you're all about earthly pleasure. Whether you're getting a great massage or having a sumptuous dinner, you delight in experiences that fully engage your senses. (Crimson is, after all, the color of roses, wine, and velvet.) That's why it's the material things that really float your boat. If you can taste it, touch it, smell it, or see it right here, right now, you're all over it. After all, you're firmly rooted in reality, preferring to live in the present rather than the future. And you probably have a quick temper, too — most folks with red auras do. But you cool down quickly, turning your outspoken energy and stamina to projects with fast, concrete results. A hot-blooded go-getter like you is always in favor of instant gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well can't say it's all true it's up to you to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="greeting"&gt;                     Vorn,  you're a &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Playful Pal&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;                                         &lt;p&gt; Hey, funny girl. Mischievous and unpredictable, you're always on the lookout for a good time. That's why all kinds of people get such a kick out of spending time with you. They never know what kind of jokes you'll crack, pranks you'll play, or where you'll end up at the end of a night.&lt;!-- br --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean you don't take things seriously. Staying close with your friends and family is really important to you, and you'll always go the extra mile when someone needs you. All this, &lt;i&gt;plus&lt;/i&gt; an ability to see the bright side of anything — now that's a friend indeed.                            &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hm do you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-110796946120144076?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110796946120144076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110796946120144076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110796946120144076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110796946120144076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-tickle.html' title='From tickle'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110796199954388726</id><published>2005-02-09T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:16:00.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trala</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some symptoms of approaching period:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Loss of apetite&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Restlessness&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Short attention span&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sleeplessness&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pain&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Squidginess(?!)&lt;br /&gt; &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/10642387-110796199954388726?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110796199954388726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110796199954388726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110796199954388726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110796199954388726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/trala.html' title='trala'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110795415300057478</id><published>2005-02-09T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T05:02:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/86/3442/320/glasses.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/86/3442/400/glasses.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted them too see. Tim Cook&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-110795415300057478?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110795415300057478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110795415300057478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110795415300057478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110795415300057478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-wanted-them-too-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110786973487626913</id><published>2005-02-08T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:23:26.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>My first performance, well can hardly be called a performance, played for like a few mins only. But still I was a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well the rest of the performance was pretty dull cos I didn't understand most of it. The CO performance was nice tho :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had INO prac later on then met my pri sch friends took neoprints had lunch went home. Sorry not in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I went to wikipedia aft ck's post and then I was at the RJ article when my bro pointed out that the school song is same as RI's and so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auspicium Melioris Aevi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When Stamford Raffles held the torch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That cast Promethean Flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We faced the challenge of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To give our school a name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The eagle eye and gryphon strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They led us to the fore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To reign supreme in ev'ry sphere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sons&lt;/span&gt; of Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Come heed the call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rafflesians all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And let our hearts be stirring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll do our best whate'er test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And keep our colours flying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let comradeship and fervent hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With one voice make us pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Auspicium Melioris Aevi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With God to guide the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So... guess what when we go to RJ we'll become &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-110786973487626913?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110786973487626913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110786973487626913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110786973487626913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110786973487626913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110766827107959831</id><published>2005-02-05T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T21:41:07.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>timcook &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/86/3442/320/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/86/3442/400/lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-110766827107959831?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110766827107959831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110766827107959831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110766827107959831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110766827107959831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/timcook.html' title=''/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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-10642387.post-110766671643620538</id><published>2005-02-05T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:28:18.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nuevo principio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well new blog new beginning. Unfortunate that I have to start it when I'm depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyone here know how it feels to be unloved? When the home you live in is just a house, not a home. When everyone in your family lives their lives independant of each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They don't give a damn about what the others think or feel they just do their own thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not even family just a bunch of strangers who happen to live under the same roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where you feel unwelcome. The only interaction is when we're trying to bite each others' necks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well if there are any of you peeps out there just want you to know that I feel the same way, unloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from tickle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="greeting"&gt;                      Vorn, your subconscious mind is driven most by &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;                       &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;         &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/tests/inkblot/payment.jsp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/tests/inkblot/images/peace_s.gif" alt="" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;p&gt; You have a deeply-rooted desire to make peace in the world. Whether through subtle interactions with loved ones, or through getting involved in social causes, it is important to you to be able to influence the world in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a deep respect for humankind. You care about the future of the world, even beyond your own involvement in it, and you inspire others to feel the same way. Your innate drive toward peace guides you in daily life towards decisions that are respectful toward yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your psyche is very rich; the more you learn about it, the more you will understand who you really are.                            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10642387-110766671643620538?l=funkehtown.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/feeds/110766671643620538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10642387&amp;postID=110766671643620538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110766671643620538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10642387/posts/default/110766671643620538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funkehtown.blogspot.com/2005/02/nuevo-principio.html' title='nuevo principio'/><author><name>Vorn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17312098949714689343</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></feed>
