welcome
Welcome to the fps family's blog!
If you have no idea who Auds, Huimin, Chris and Shuting are, then sorry wrong site. we don't blame you though. our url is subceptible to typos.
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As a side note, we would like to inform you, the reader, that all characters appearing on this blog are fictional and do not exist, even if they seem to model real people, places, events or otherwise.
You're not going to sue us right? Come on, we're too cute to sue.
Credits for the Blogskin: an ISOLATION-D production
THE FAMILY
Hello! As you should already know, we are the FPS family!
Now, every family should have a family history, no? So. Our family was formed earlier this year when our (soon to be) fps mentor ms may tan asked if any of us would like to try out fps! And so our family was formed. Audrye, Huimin, Chris-Tin and Shuting.
Since march we have battled through problems, underlying problems, solutions, criteria, ranking and action plans, at the same time braving global warming, freedom of speech and most recently, nutrition.
Our unofficial meeting venue was always Chris-tin's house, and in the process, all of us gained weight with all the many many many marks and spencers cookies and ruffles we had! So much for learning about all the transfat.
It was in this intellectual environment that chemical bonding took place! In the end, we officially became the fps family, which can withstand high temperatures without any change in state. XD
A note about the name! reverse electrolysis was one of our action plans! and fps stands for Future Problem Solving!
Did you know? Chris-Tin killed the blog the first time because she didnt know that half the html for the blog was cut off, and she saved the template changes! so she had to do it all over again. ):
Friday, July 13, 2007
interhouse basketball was definitely more violent than i ever expected. everything i thought was illegal was legal. including practically doing WWE-worthy moves to get possession of that little orange sphere. so there goes any chance of me enjoying food for the next one week or so. my specs are more or less fine after 20min of frantic bending by yours truly. SERIOUSLY. $400+ oakley INDESTRUCTIBLE specs meant for sports got hurt. i spent the second half of the hh-bw match practically half blind, taking into mind that my degree is 600+ on both sides. The only way i could make out what was going on was by the little purple and yellow squares that were pinned onto everyone.
not going for training for so long really took its toll today - into the second half of the first match i was already nauseasous and unstable. It took almost 15 minutes after the first match for me to be able to stand up and feel relatively normal. The second half was worse; literally felt my windpipe slowly stemming the flow of air. [okay fine i just defined hyperventilating.] was going to ask for a replacement, but the game was going on so fast that was obviously impossible. anyway there was no one to replace me - didnt know where shiqian was (to the discerning reader, this would be because of my visual impairment).
i'd like to think that you're not like that
but like is the keyword
words ring true
my only conclusion is;
your immaturity really is the bane of my life.
i taste blood.
family meeting at 12:34 AM
talk
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