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. ):
Sunday, August 12, 2007
it was the livestrong song that started it.
then by some invisible force, i reached up to pick up that photoalbum; guess i was thinking about you.
then gp notes (i cant believe gp notes can make me cry) about brain death. i lost it. whenever permanent vegetative state popped out from the paper i just kept thinking about my grandfather. about the last time i saw him. taken down into a normal ward from the icu because everyone thought it was best. because it was a gone case. about how my mummy told me to say goodbye to him because there probably wasnt going to be a next time. and how i couldnt even say goodbye properly. and how i never ever cried for him in front of anyone else. like i was indifferent.
if there's anyone that needs to go, take me with you instead.
family meeting at 2:04 AM
talk
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