<?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-5265600</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:03:29.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>funnyfunky lyrics machine</title><subtitle type='html'>music is a part of my life. i can't sing. i can't play instrument. but i still love music. and always will.      funnyfunky-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-114206109257088922</id><published>2006-03-10T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:11:32.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Taste in Music:80's Pop: Highest Influence90's Alternative: Highest Influence90's Hip Hop: Highest Influence90's R&amp;B: Highest InfluenceClassic Rock: Highest InfluenceHip Hop: Highest InfluenceOld School Hip Hop: Highest InfluenceR&amp;B: Highest Influence80's Alternative: High Influence80's R&amp;B: High Influence90's Pop: High Influence90's Rock: High InfluenceAdult Alternative: High </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/114206109257088922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/114206109257088922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2006_03_05_archive.html#114206109257088922' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-110285829136856119</id><published>2004-12-12T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T05:31:31.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing Hurts Like LoveDaniel Bedingfieldbroken heartsbroken dreamsthere just somethings that love bringswhen u learn that it's all been a lieu cryu find thatnothingnothingnothing hurts like lovenothing brings your heart so much painand u'll never learntill u get burnedtill u burned by the flamenothing hurts so badnothing hurts so muchno nothing hurts like loveso u gave all u</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/110285829136856119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/110285829136856119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110285829136856119' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-109154347817044644</id><published>2004-08-03T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T07:31:18.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Y O UShaznay LewisAll aloneWithout you hereHow long have I goneThere's like time stands still*I keep count in the day just to drive find away to come back homeHow long must I stay coz i missing you babeIt feels so long**Every love songEvery bright smileReminds me of Y O UEverywhere I goEvery blue skyReminds me of Y O UI call tell you how I feelYou tell me be strong that you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109154347817044644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109154347817044644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154347817044644' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-109149253573321552</id><published>2004-08-02T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:22:15.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La LaAshlee SimpsonYou can dress me up diamondsYou can dress me up in dirtYou can throw me like a line-manI like it better when it hurtsOh, I have waited here for youI have waitedYou make me wanna la lain the kitchen on the floorI'll be your french maid Where I'll meet you at the doorI'm like an alley catDrink the milk up, I want moreYou make me wannaYou make me wanna scream</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109149253573321552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109149253573321552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109149253573321552' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-109146029211598534</id><published>2004-08-02T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:15:22.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never Felt Like This BeforeShaznay LewisOpen, baby, you ve left meOpen now, I m shatteredInto a million piecesCan t stop looking over my shoulderJust in case you realiseJust how much you want thisThe longer, the sweeterBaby don t stop It s okay  cause I m down for youNot gonna stop  till you tell me toI m into you like a bad ass tuneTell me how did this happen?I ve never known </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109146029211598534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109146029211598534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146029211598534' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-109146015115818153</id><published>2004-08-02T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T17:14:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See It In A Boy's EyesJameliawhen it rains, when it rains,'though my heart don't feel the samenothing change, nothing change,come on rain I don't feel the samewhen my foot took the floorhere my key turn in the doorholding back since thoughtwhen a girl wants a little bit morewhat's a girl like me to dowhen she don't get a thing from youI wanna know where ya going to,have to do what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109146015115818153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/109146015115818153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146015115818153' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-108294598778049333</id><published>2004-04-25T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T19:23:53.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanna Get To Know YouG-Unit[Intro/Chorus: Joe] I wanna get to know ya I really wanna fuck you, baby One dose of your lovin I know it gon' drive me, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby One dose of my lovin I know it gon' drive you, crazy [Verse One: Young Buck] I'm lovin how you look in my eyes, swangin them hips when you pass I'm visualizin my name tattooed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/108294598778049333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/108294598778049333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108294598778049333' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-108109445778588159</id><published>2004-04-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:07:10.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Love Song311 / The CureWhenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am home again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am whole again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am young again Whenever I'm alone with you You make me feel like I am fun again However far away I will always love you However long I stay I will always love you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/108109445778588159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/108109445778588159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108109445778588159' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-107382986950664328</id><published>2004-01-11T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T06:09:07.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I PromiseStacie OrricoWill I always be there for youWhen you need someoneWill I be that one you needWill I do all my best toTo protect youWhen the tears get near your eyes Will I be the one that's by your sideWill I be there when you call me in the middle of the nightWill i keep the rain from fallin down into your lifeI promise, I promiseI promise I willWill I take tender care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107382986950664328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107382986950664328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107382986950664328' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-107295235903806700</id><published>2004-01-01T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T02:20:51.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Lost In YousugababesYou look into my eyesI go out of my mindI can't see anythingCos this love's got me blindI can't help myselfI can't break the spellI can't even tryI'm in over my headYou got under my skinI got no strength at allIn the state that I'm inAnd my knees are weakAnd my mouth can't speakFell too far this timeChorus:Baby, I'm too lost in you Caught in you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107295235903806700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107295235903806700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107295235903806700' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-107283559697692828</id><published>2003-12-30T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:54:48.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love ProfusionMadonnaThere are too many questionsThere is not one solutionThere is no resurrectionThere is so much confusionAnd the love perfusionYou make me feelYou make me knowAnd the love vibrationYou make me feelYou make it shineThere are too many optionsThere is no consolationI have lost my illusionsWhat I want is an explanationAnd the love perfusionYou make me feelYou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107283559697692828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107283559697692828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107283559697692828' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-107274751853772824</id><published>2003-12-29T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T17:26:48.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing FailsMadonnaI'm in love with you, you silly thingAnyone can seeWhat it is with you, you silly thingJust take it from meIt was not a chance meetingFeel my heart beatingYou're the one...Nothing failsNo more fearsNothing failsYou washed away my tearsNothing failsNo more fearsNothing failsYou could take all this, take it awayI'd still have it allCause I've climbed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107274751853772824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107274751853772824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107274751853772824' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-107273869845198374</id><published>2003-12-29T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T14:59:47.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107273869845198374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107273869845198374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107273869845198374' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-107235069269873504</id><published>2003-12-25T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T03:12:56.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now you're gonefloetryLaundered linen sheetsTouch me their coldnessAnd thoughts I can’t repeatShock me with their boldnessWhy did my mind and body believe,That you would never leave them?Now there’s parts of me that blame,Or well they force me to deceive themSo come back and relieve themWho would steal you?I still feel youNow you’re goneThese are liesThey’re not realThis is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107235069269873504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107235069269873504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107235069269873504' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-107027748354111777</id><published>2003-12-01T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T03:34:46.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am MissingDashboard ConfessionalSharp disaster in a fresh new comaWas it worth it when it was overProving yourself rightYou'd make the biggest noiseWell..I lock my hands behind my headI'd cover my heart and hit the deckI'd brace myself for the impact if I were you(It's a long way) is there anything(For an answer) worth looking for(Is there any news) worth loving for(Is there any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107027748354111777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/107027748354111777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107027748354111777' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-106910875584690458</id><published>2003-11-17T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T14:41:28.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life Got ColdGirls AloudOh oh yeah oohWe text as we eatAs we listen to the freaksAs we wait for the right of wayWe text as we talkWe're running as we walkCos we're several little souls awayWe smoke as we chokeAs we sink another CokeAnd we grin when it blows on mineWe skate as we dateAs we slowly suffocateWe're running, we're running, we're runningOut of timeMy life got coldIt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106910875584690458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106910875584690458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106910875584690458' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-106910829216956188</id><published>2003-11-17T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T21:14:06.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Must Not Chase The BoysPLAYWon't someone tell me what is happenin' to me Why am I so missunderstood Why can't they see Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel That I used to be They say I'll understand it all in good time But age ain't nothin' but a number in my mind Goin' crazy with this push me pull me Caught between wrong and right I wanna give in to the woman in me I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106910829216956188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106910829216956188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106910829216956188' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-106881946886491616</id><published>2003-11-14T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T06:21:58.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COME OVERAaliyahOoh Mmm mm mm Mm yeah Uh, mm, yeahI just touched downQuarter after twoI know it's lateI'm calling youTryin' to figure if I Can come see you(Can I come see you?)I know you're asleepBut you're on my mindI'm wide awakeAnd I wanna stop bySo you can get upAnd get out of the bedCuz I wanna see youAnd I been wondering....Can I come over?Can I (come over)Stop by (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106881946886491616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106881946886491616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106881946886491616' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-106858993772912383</id><published>2003-11-11T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T14:33:30.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I MISS YOUBlink 182Hello there, the angel from my nightmareThe shadow in the background of the morgueThe unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valleyWe can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find meWe'll have Halloween on ChristmasAnd in the night we'll wish this never endsWe'll wish this never endsWhere are you and I'm so sorryI cannot sleep I cannot dream </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106858993772912383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106858993772912383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106858993772912383' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-106743844032320564</id><published>2003-10-29T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T06:40:47.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hands DownDashboard ConfessionalBreathe in for luck, breathe in so deepThis air is blessed, you share with meThis night is wild, so calm and dullThese hearts they race from self-controlYour legs are smooth as they graze mineWe're doing fine, we're doing nothing at all.My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill meSo won't you kill me, so I die happyMy heart is yours to fill or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106743844032320564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106743844032320564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106743844032320564' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-106412006052018815</id><published>2003-09-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T21:54:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why NotHillary DuffThink you're going nowhereWhen you're walking down the streetActing like you just don't careWhen life could be so sweetWhy you wanna be like thatCause if there's nothing newYou're not fooling no oneYou're not even fooling youSo walk a little slowerAnd open up your eyesSometimes it's so hard to seeThe good things passing byThere might never be a signNo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106412006052018815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106412006052018815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106412006052018815' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-106198601674401706</id><published>2003-08-27T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T06:32:04.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>masih (sahabatku, kekasihku)ada bandRasa Cinta yang dulu t'lah hilangKini berseri kembaliT'lah ku coba lupakan dirinyaHapus cerita laluDan lihatlahDirimu bagai bunga di musim semiYang tersenyum menatap indahnya duniaYang sering menyambutJawaban s'gala gundahmu Walau badai menghadangIngatlah ku kan selalu setiaMenjagamuBerdua kita lewatiJalan yang berliku tajamResah yang kau </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106198601674401706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/106198601674401706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106198601674401706' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-95039842</id><published>2003-05-29T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T09:32:27.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Avril  Lavigne, she's a disgrace to your kind.  What annoying Celebrity would you most likely wanna kill? brought to you by Quizilla(da!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/95039842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/95039842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95039842' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-94686352</id><published>2003-05-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T07:21:02.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye To YouMichelle BranchOf all the things I've believed inI just want to get it over withTears form behind my eyesBut I do not cryCounting the days that pass me by I've been searching deep down in my soulWords that I'm hearing are starting to get oldIt feels like I'm starting all over againThe last three years were just pretendAnd I said, Goodbye to youGoodbye to everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94686352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94686352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94686352' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-94606845</id><published>2003-05-19T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T17:34:07.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Soon Is Now?The Smiths/TATUI am the son and the heirOf a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particularYou shut your mouthHow dare you sayI go about things the wrong wayI am human and I need to be lovedJust like everybody else doesI am the son and the heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94606845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94606845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94606845' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-94553023</id><published>2003-05-18T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T16:21:26.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Careless WhisperGeorge MichaelTime can never mend The careless whispers, of a good friend To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind There's no comfort in the truth Pain is all you'll find (Should've known better, yeah) I feel so unsure As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor As the music dies, something in your eyes Calls to mind a silver screen And all its sad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94553023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94553023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94553023' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-94204916</id><published>2003-05-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T07:44:58.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy-Go-Lucky. You are a happy person and youdon't let your emotions get to you. You seeeverything that's not in a positive light asnot worth messing with and deal with emotionsas they come. You are usually very happy andprobably experience many emotional highs. Enjoylife. How Emotional Are You? brought to you by Quizilla(da!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94204916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94204916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94204916' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-94140320</id><published>2003-05-11T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T00:39:50.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I LOVE YOUFaith EvansMy heart belongs to youSo what could I doTo make you feel I'm down withYou see me hangin aroundBut you don't know how to make me feel for you, andEach and every day, I try to make some sense of thisWhat you mean to me, I know it could be seriousEach and every nite, I dream about just holding youLoving you like this, what is a girl supposed to doI love youI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94140320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/94140320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94140320' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-93859072</id><published>2003-05-06T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T05:55:17.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How's It Going To BeThird Eye BlindI'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore Before you take a swing I wonder what are we fighting for When I say out loud I want to get out of this I wonder is there anything I'm going to miss I wonder how it's going to be When you don't know me How's it going to be When you're sure I'm not there How's it going to be When there's no one there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93859072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93859072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93859072' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-93769571</id><published>2003-05-04T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T17:45:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicky Dipple--"N" + "d" YOU GETTHE PICTURE? What's your stripper name? (female) brought to you by Quizilla(da!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93769571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93769571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93769571' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-93769354</id><published>2003-05-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T17:20:45.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loving Me For MeChristina AguileraPeople ask if I'm in love with youBecause I'm sitting here with your picture And smiling to myselfI'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of youMy heart speaks before my mind thinks through And I blush as I say yesWhat a feeling of vulnerability coming over me And I'm feeling weak and I can't speakNever thought I'd give in so willingly to a human being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93769354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93769354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93769354' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-93457255</id><published>2003-04-29T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T03:35:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Masih AdaDedy Dhukun &amp; Dian Pramana Putraada bayanganmu dimatakuyang selalu membuatku rindubagaimana caranya oh kasihkukuingin jumpa dengan kamubagaimana caranya ??aku yakin diantara kitamasih ada cinta yang membarabagaimana caranya oh sayangkukuingin juga kau mengertibagaimana caranya ??haruskah kuteteskan air mata dipipiharuskah kucurahkan segala rasa dihatioh haruskah kau </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93457255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93457255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93457255' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-93346684</id><published>2003-04-27T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T09:16:52.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Wanna KnowJoeYeah, ohhhhhhhh yeahAlright, oh, oh, ohIt's amazing how you knock me off my feet, hmmEverytime you come around me I get weak, oh yeahNobody ever made me feel this way, ohYou kiss my lips and then you take my breath awaySo I wanna know( I wanna know)I wanna know what turns you on(I like to know)So I can be all that and more(I'd like to know)I'd like to know what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93346684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93346684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93346684' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-93174354</id><published>2003-04-24T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T05:59:12.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't Know What To Tell YaAaliyahyou wanna handcuff me but yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)you want my intamacy but yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)you wanna walla around me I swear I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)you want my lock and my keybut yo I don't know what to tell ya (don't know what to tell ya)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93174354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93174354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93174354' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-93107217</id><published>2003-04-23T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T05:35:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Know What U WantBusta Rhymes feat Flipmode Squad &amp; Mariah CareyYeahShorty I know what you needI got everything you needI promise I ain't gonna hold out eitherI'ma give it all to you babyIt's on, bust it1-  Baby if you give it to me    I'll give it to you    I know what you want    You know I got it    Baby if you give it to me    I'll give it to you    I know what you want    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93107217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/93107217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93107217' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92933959</id><published>2003-04-20T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T08:46:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Rap and R 'n' B, man. What type of music are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92933959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92933959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92933959' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92844493</id><published>2003-04-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T09:39:36.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STRONGERSugababesI'll make it through the rainy daysI'll be the one who stands here longer than the restWhen my landscape changes, re-arrangesI'll be stronger than I've ever beenNo more stillness, more sunlightEverything's gonna be all rightI know that there's gonna be a changeBetter find your way out of your fearIf you wanna come with meThen that's the way it's gotta beI'm all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92844493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92844493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92844493' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92839751</id><published>2003-04-18T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T08:05:16.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Am I Gonna DoTyreseYeah, heh, all these I've wanting you in my life,And now I finally have you. I'm a do everything in my strength to keep you near.I care about you, I just want to make you smile.All the many days you were on my mind,Visions of me with you, all the time.You wasn't looking for a man, you made it clear(clear to me).And now I'm ever so glad that I have you near.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92839751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92839751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92839751' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92839592</id><published>2003-04-18T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T08:01:48.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I Love Youb2kFrom day one you and I've been friends.Hangin out, havin fun, chillin.Now I know at times I got crazy, silly ways and actin shady.You peep things in me that noone sees.You hold it down fo shizzy.Now I have friends I thought were true but noone more true than you.So what am I gonna do.It took a while for me to see how special you treated me Maybe thats the reason why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92839592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92839592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92839592' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92839373</id><published>2003-04-18T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T07:57:07.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kiss YouSassey feat Ghetto RomeoSuga I Just Wanna KiSs youBaby I Just wanna KiSs You..Skin is so soft, Turn the lights offpinders your lips, waiting for thismoment for daze, touching your facemassaging you head, keep it right thereTake it slow, take it slow, cuz I don't wanna miss a thingGuess in time, you will find, it don't get much better then thisOh I just wanna kiss you,I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92839373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92839373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92839373' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92722119</id><published>2003-04-16T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T09:10:23.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't Let You GoF.A.B.O.L.O.U.S feat Lil Mo[Verse 1]Uh, Uh, UhBaby girlYou know my situationAnd sometimes I know you get impatientBut you don't put on a show to get ovationsTake it to court and go through litagationsAnd I respect you gangstaTreat you like a princessAnd put something on your neck to thank youShe's my pinch hitterWhen the startin lineup ain't playin rightI come off</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92722119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92722119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92722119' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92721144</id><published>2003-04-16T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T09:02:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ma' kinda boys</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92721144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92721144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92721144' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92721106</id><published>2003-04-16T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T08:50:52.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HonestlyZwanI believeI believeI believeI believe the love you talk about with meis it true, do I carehonestly, you can try to wipe the memories asidebut it's you that you erase'cause there's no place that I could be without youit's too far to discard the life I once knewhonestly, all the weather storms are bringingare just a picture of my dreams'cause when I think of you as mine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92721106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92721106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92721106' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92720560</id><published>2003-04-16T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T08:41:13.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Miss You LoveSilverchairMillionaire say Got a big shot deal And thrown it all away but But I'm not too sure how I'm supposed to feel Or what I'm supposed to say but I'm not, not sure Not too sure how it feels To handle every day And I miss you love Make room for the prey Cause I'm coming in With what I wanna say but It's gonna hurt And I love the pain A breeding ground for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92720560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92720560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92720560' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92321984</id><published>2003-04-09T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T16:26:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Screaming InfidelitiesDashboard ConfessionalI'm missing your bedI never sleepAvoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,And this bottle of beastIs taking me home[1.]I'm cuddling closeTo blankets and sheetsBut you're not alone, and you're not discreetMake sure I know who's taking you home.I'm reading your note over againThere's not a word that I comprehend,Except when you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92321984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92321984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92321984' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92321673</id><published>2003-04-09T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T16:17:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You're Not The OneDaniel BedingfieldIf you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all I never know what the future brings But I know you are here with me now We’ll make it through And I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92321673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92321673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92321673' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92320494</id><published>2003-04-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T15:54:46.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love MeTweetWhat a revelation (lation)You're the reason that I breatheInnocent creationI can use you as I pleaseThe only one to tell my storywhen words are hard to catchOf all that comes with fame and gloryYou let me rock you bestOoooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooohh.. oooh-weeee..Ooooo-oooh, ooooo-oooh..Such a sensation (sation)Hypnotizin melo-dyNo limitationsI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92320494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92320494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92320494' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92320357</id><published>2003-04-09T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T16:00:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>m|ss yOuAaliyahChorus:It's been too long and I'm lost without youWhat am I gonna doSaid I been needin' youI'm wantin' youWonderin' if you're the sameand who's been with youIs you're heart still mineI want to cry sometimesI miss youVerse 1:Off to collegeYes you ran awayStraight from high schoolYou up and left meWe were close friendsAwesome loversDid everything for one another</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92320357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92320357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92320357' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92320168</id><published>2003-04-09T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T15:48:40.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Just DiedAmerieStaring in the mirror as IStart to carefully contemplateJust really how deep is this thing I have for youIt's wearing on my heartAnd from the start you know I tried, steadily deniedFriendship turn to loveI know you probably think that I'm so strange -Stuttering on every word when you look my way, why?And maybe it's all in my mindBut when we hugged goodbye I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92320168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92320168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92320168' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5265600.post-92319918</id><published>2003-04-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T15:44:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tHe oNeMariah CareySee I'm going through a situationThat I can't helpWanna get a little closerBut I promised myselfThat I would never give my heart away againOo oo babe, I know it's hardButcha gotta understand itThe truth is all the hurt and the painAnd the mess that you getWhen you have itAin't worth itI've been there so many timesI should know better but ICan't stop what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92319918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5265600/posts/default/92319918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://funandfunky.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92319918' title=''/><author><name>Dewi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10407948659070514629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uqK0zyf22YY/SA7aSigaTFI/AAAAAAAAAAY/waPDeQIbSRo/S220/DW+015+(7)+CPY002.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
