<?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-10482304</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:52:29.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloria's</title><subtitle type='html'>none whatsoever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116895397664317931</id><published>2007-01-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:26:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new york minute.</title><content type='html'>On the way home from training yesterday, i was just thinking about monday's "events". Today, again, i was thinking about how much friends mean to me. Friends like siti, roxane, colin, valerie, samuel, aline, bernard, kean, chung yin, shane (though he's hardly there for me but its okay!), dwayne.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the interchange waiting for the bus after tuition today, colin and i were just talking about how we appreciate bernard and kean to be one of our close friend. People may look down on others who are in gangs thinking they're bad influences on their child. Lttle do they know the values of friendship and loyalty friends teach their child. They are the ones whom we can turn to and depend for help in times of trouble or when we are upset. I'm not saying everyone should join a gang or something but i really appreciate people like bernard as a friend cause we (colin and i) knows he'll be there for us no matter what. he's like the wall the rest of us falls back on. although he may not be the "perfect teenager" every parent hope to have, i really glad i've got to know him and kean and the rest of em as a friend. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics below have oads of meaning. and it aint just some stupid song with lyrics that mean nothing. =)&lt;br /&gt;OMFG!!! im so effing emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry got up &lt;br /&gt;Dressed all in black &lt;br /&gt;Went down to the station &lt;br /&gt;And he never came back &lt;br /&gt;They found his clothing &lt;br /&gt;Scattered somewhere down the track &lt;br /&gt;And he won't be down on Wall Street &lt;br /&gt;in the morning &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a home &lt;br /&gt;The love of a girl &lt;br /&gt;But men get lost sometimes &lt;br /&gt;As years unfold &lt;br /&gt;One day he crossed some line &lt;br /&gt;And he was too much in this world &lt;br /&gt;But I guess it doesn't matter anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Everything can change &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Things can get pretty strange &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Everything can change &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying here in the darkness &lt;br /&gt;I hear the sirens wail &lt;br /&gt;Somebody going to emergency &lt;br /&gt;Somebody's going to jail &lt;br /&gt;If you find somebody to love in this world &lt;br /&gt;You better hand on tooth and nail &lt;br /&gt;The wolf is always at the door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Everything can change &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Things can get a little strange &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Everything can change &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in these days &lt;br /&gt;When darkness falls early &lt;br /&gt;And people rush home &lt;br /&gt;To the ones they love &lt;br /&gt;You better take a fool's advice &lt;br /&gt;And take care of your own &lt;br /&gt;One day they're here; &lt;br /&gt;Next day they're gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my coat around my shoulders &lt;br /&gt;And took a walk down through the park &lt;br /&gt;The leaves were falling around me &lt;br /&gt;The groaning city in the gathering dark &lt;br /&gt;On some solitary rock &lt;br /&gt;A desperate lover left his mark, &lt;br /&gt;"Baby, I've changed. Please come back." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the head makes cloudy &lt;br /&gt;The heart makes very clear &lt;br /&gt;The days were so much brighter &lt;br /&gt;In the time when she was here &lt;br /&gt;But I know there's somebody somewhere &lt;br /&gt;Make these dark clouds disappear &lt;br /&gt;Until that day, I have to believe &lt;br /&gt;I believe, I believe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Everything can change &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;You can get out of the rain &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute &lt;br /&gt;Everything can change &lt;br /&gt;In a New York Minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there! ive blogged! &lt;br /&gt;p.s. i love you guys so much for helping me on monday! xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116895397664317931?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116355911161518501</id><published>2006-11-15T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:51:51.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haligh Haligh A Lie Haligh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by bright eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone slips from a loose grip&lt;br /&gt;Words were missed then, some apology&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to tell you this&lt;br /&gt;No, it's just some guy she's been hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, the past couple weeks I guess&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank you and hang up the phone&lt;br /&gt;Let the funeral start&lt;br /&gt;Hear the casket close&lt;br /&gt;Let's pin split-black ribbon to your overcoat&lt;br /&gt;Well, laughter pours from under doors&lt;br /&gt;In this house, I don?t understand that sound no more&lt;br /&gt;It seems artificial, like a T.V. set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh&lt;br /&gt;This weight it must be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;You offer only one reply&lt;br /&gt;You know not what you do&lt;br /&gt;But you tear and tear your hair from roots&lt;br /&gt;From that same head you have twice removed now&lt;br /&gt;A lock of hair you said would prove&lt;br /&gt;Our love would never die&lt;br /&gt;Well ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;The words we spoke on freezing South Street&lt;br /&gt;And all those mornings watching you get ready for school&lt;br /&gt;You combed your hair inside that mirror&lt;br /&gt;The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears&lt;br /&gt;Something about those bright colors&lt;br /&gt;would always make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;But now we speak with ruined tongues&lt;br /&gt;And the words we say aren?t meant for anyone&lt;br /&gt;It's just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;But there was once you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you hate my suffering&lt;br /&gt;And you understood&lt;br /&gt;And you'd take care of me&lt;br /&gt;You'd always be there&lt;br /&gt;Well where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haligh, haligh, a lie, haligh&lt;br /&gt;The plans were never finalized&lt;br /&gt;But left to hang like yarn and twine&lt;br /&gt;Dangling before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you tear and tear your hair from roots&lt;br /&gt;From that same head you have twice removed now&lt;br /&gt;A lock of hair you said would prove&lt;br /&gt;Our love would never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I sing and sing of awful things&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure that my sadness brings&lt;br /&gt;As my fingers press onto the strings&lt;br /&gt;In yet another clumsy chord&lt;br /&gt;Haligh, haligh, an awful lie&lt;br /&gt;This weight will now be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give you only one reply&lt;br /&gt;I know not who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I talk in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;To the stranger that appears&lt;br /&gt;Our conversations are circles&lt;br /&gt;Always one sided&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except we keep coming back&lt;br /&gt;To this meaning that I lack&lt;br /&gt;He says the choices were given&lt;br /&gt;Now you must live them&lt;br /&gt;Or just not live&lt;br /&gt;But do you want that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116355911161518501?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116355911161518501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116355911161518501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116355911161518501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116355911161518501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/11/haligh-haligh-lie-haligh-by-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116347418473611995</id><published>2006-11-14T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:25:28.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in a car underwater with time to kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. here's a picture from crystal's birthday party on halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/halloween%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/halloween%20004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's two videos which my cousin took. about the quality of it, pardon it cause the place was dark and noisy and everything. so yeah. p.s. the one going crazy's clifton. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ppx0_k_X-Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ppx0_k_X-Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBl79brxfAQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tBl79brxfAQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're not much videos because we blocked off the light coming from the television. so no more videography when the bigger group was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more pictures, go over to crystal's blogspot. www.paradiseandspice.blogspot.com or wait for roxane's computer to be fixed and the pictured to be uploaded and sent to me! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116347418473611995?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116347355011752143</id><published>2006-11-14T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T11:05:50.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a foot away from you is like a bit closer to heaven, then again its like being needled 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this world, besides all the other category people are classified under be it how rich, how smart or whatever, there are two kinds of people.&lt;br /&gt;one is whom who learns from his/her mistakes and repents, blaming himself for whatever that has happened but moves on. &lt;br /&gt;then there's the other group of people who makes use of the mistakes, take it as a lesson but does not repent neither does he blame himself for whatever's wrong. to him, he's never wrong. he makes use of whatever went wrong, and use it to his advantage. for example, trying to take revenge on the other party making sure he doesnt make the mistake before. keeping in him, the grudge.&lt;br /&gt;one day, the group of people who does NOT move on will just burst and die. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did that up there make any sense? i think i need to brush up on my vocabulary man. i suck. anyway. its just some random thing i thought of while playing Hexic, then Minesweeper and also Freecell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework homework. can they just vanish. if everyday were halloween and every halloween we get to have the powers that we pretend we have, i'll wish for the world to be free of homework. and studies be not a Goliath for those who just-cant-seem-to-study-of-get-good-grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i cant get rid of my randomness. oh well. i blogged didnt i? x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116347355011752143?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116347355011752143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116347355011752143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116347355011752143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116347355011752143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/11/foot-away-from-you-is-like-bit-closer.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116347225617134774</id><published>2006-11-14T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T10:44:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beatrice's entry :D</title><content type='html'>yo yo! kick ball change, kick ball change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its beatrice, blogging for gloria voluntarily :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;at 9.45am &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beatrice is trying to order catered food from kck food and&lt;br /&gt;ITS SCREWING UP cos i can't seem to get the "correct number of food/beverages"&lt;br /&gt;like, what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gloria is playing hexic alone, and her current score is.. (drum rolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;99,500 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i mean alone, it means she plays it herself bcos her opponent (me, duh)&lt;br /&gt;doesnt do anything cos I DONT LIKE PLAYING MSN GAMES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually saw the alenciaga bag i really want at, of all places, tm yesterday&lt;br /&gt;and its a genuine one! (haha, even if its fake i wouldnt know)&lt;br /&gt;this girl with skinny jeans and really nice pumps was carrying the white balenciaga&lt;br /&gt;and i was just trying all i can to NOT ask her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"is your bag authentic?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP UP&lt;/strong&gt; with amanda, gloria, the netball girls was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;(obviously, i meant the movie? HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore the wardrobe of jenna dewan! (faints)&lt;br /&gt;its so laidback chic and well, she looks good in it. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAH! why.am.i.not.like.her! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, gonna go off and waste some time with you&lt;br /&gt;TA TA &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116347225617134774?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116347225617134774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116347225617134774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116347225617134774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116347225617134774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/11/beatrices-entry-d.html' title='beatrice&apos;s entry :D'/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116178134891262406</id><published>2006-10-25T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:02:28.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fully alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im dead lazy to blog!! might hibernate for a while. haha. MIGHT. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116178134891262406?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116178134891262406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116178134891262406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116178134891262406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116178134891262406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/10/fully-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116135168420460574</id><published>2006-10-20T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:41:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Love is blind, and lovers cannot see&lt;br /&gt;the pretty follies that themselves commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello ALL. =)&lt;br /&gt;well, EMILY's gonna be back in singapore!! yay! for like a two week vacation. she'll be back on the 4th of december! she's gonna have like an australian accent! COOL LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the baking course aint so bad after all. took 5 hours or so to bake and decorate this cake. every last slice of it's gone! ahha. people appreciate it okayy. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is for HAEKAL. x)&lt;br /&gt;im gloria. haha. im 15. lol.&lt;br /&gt;skippity skip skip.&lt;br /&gt;so my aspiration since young is to be a MODEL, PHOTOGRAPHER and to get into LASELLE. but i can cause i don ttake art. bleahs. and modelling in singapore is like wasting my time. my parents dont allow anyway. so. i wanna go to Los Angeles and get into UCLA and study there. i dont wanna be stuck in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;and whaddya know! my favourite colour's green. like you didnt know. but whatever. so.. hmmmmmmmm. what else do ya wanna know? xD&lt;br /&gt;im into opera metal, indie and acoustic currently. butch walker, paramore, nightwish, within temptation and fly leaf. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm so sick, infected with&lt;br /&gt;Where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss, selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more of this&lt;br /&gt;We can push out, sell out, die out&lt;br /&gt;So you'll shut up&lt;br /&gt;And stay sleeping&lt;br /&gt;With my screaming in your itching ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick, infected with&lt;br /&gt;Where I live&lt;br /&gt;Let me live without this&lt;br /&gt;Empty bliss, selfishness&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear it, I'm screaming it&lt;br /&gt;You're heeding to it now&lt;br /&gt;Hear it, I'm screaming it&lt;br /&gt;You tremble at this sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sink into my clothes&lt;br /&gt;This invasion makes me feel&lt;br /&gt;Worthless, hopeless, sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116135168420460574?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116135168420460574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116135168420460574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116135168420460574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116135168420460574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-is-blind-and-lovers-cannot-see.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116106780500944689</id><published>2006-10-17T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T14:51:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All days are nights to see till i see thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was. totally unnecessary seeing that we paid 90 bucks just to attend today and tomorrow's baking lesson. we ended up in this really cramped up place. its kinda musty and everything. so it was like throwing a key to a toddler and expects the toddler to occupy himself ya know? &lt;&lt;&lt; (my cousin's one example. she played with a set of keys for an hour when she was a toddler. haha.) so we were given shortening cream this lesson and expected to play with it. thats all. what a waste of money. 90 BUCKS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im afraid i wouldnt be able to make it to JAM NIGHT this friday cause apparently, we have netball. bahh. i dont have a costume! i'll go as an emo kid! muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is totally random but, a tip for guys who try to hard to flirt. =)&lt;br /&gt;try not to move so fast. (especially if you know for a fact youre not THAT good looking.) some guys just try to hard. and it kinda freaks the girl out pretty much. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongues are a-wagging. bleah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116106780500944689?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116106780500944689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116106780500944689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116106780500944689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116106780500944689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-days-are-nights-to-see-till-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116090275364432672</id><published>2006-10-15T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T16:59:13.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Angels they burn inside for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Devils they burn inside of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO. here's some of the pictures that i have at hand from grad night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this of course, is beatrice. who is NOT one of this year's graduates. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beatrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beatrice.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's elijah who makes me look like crap. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/elijah%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/elijah%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/elijah%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/elijah%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the tattooed biker. =) (the caption i have no idea how to get rid of it. lol. dont read too much into ot people!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/chung%20yin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/chung%20yin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the chief trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/faris%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/faris%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. done. for now. shane, sheikh, damian and people. I WANT MY PICTURES PRETTY PLEASE WITH CHERRIES AND STRAWBERRIES WITH CHOCOLATE SYRUP ON TOP! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116090275364432672?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116090275364432672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116090275364432672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116090275364432672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116090275364432672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/10/angels-they-burn-inside-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116075051071046825</id><published>2006-10-13T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T22:41:50.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;please remember by leann rimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time, sometimes the time just slips away&lt;br /&gt;And your left with yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Left with the memories&lt;br /&gt;I, I'll always think of you and smile&lt;br /&gt;And be happy for the time&lt;br /&gt;I had you with me&lt;br /&gt;Though we go our seperate ways&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget so don't forget&lt;br /&gt;The memories we made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, please remember&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you&lt;br /&gt;And you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, our time together&lt;br /&gt;The time was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;While we were wild and free&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, please remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, there's just no sadder word to say&lt;br /&gt;And it's sad to walk away&lt;br /&gt;With just the memories&lt;br /&gt;Who's to know what might have been&lt;br /&gt;We'll leave behind a life and time&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, please remember&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you&lt;br /&gt;And you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;And remember, please remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, please remember&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you&lt;br /&gt;And you were there for me&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, our time together&lt;br /&gt;The time was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;While we were wild and free&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, please remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how we laugh and how we smile&lt;br /&gt;And how this heart was yours and mine&lt;br /&gt;And how a dream was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I stood by you, you stood by me&lt;br /&gt;We took each day and made it shine&lt;br /&gt;We wrote our names across the sky&lt;br /&gt;We ride so fast, we ride so free&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that you had me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember, Please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116075051071046825?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116075051071046825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116075051071046825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116075051071046825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116075051071046825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-remember-by-leann-rimes.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116074741466176220</id><published>2006-10-13T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:50:15.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;here's to goodbye tomorrow's gonna come too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grad night 2006. sigh. it sucks so bad. i miss everyone soo much right now.&lt;br /&gt;all the laughter all the tears. &lt;br /&gt;imma miss you so so so so so much. all my favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;and then there goes another batch of wonderful people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sary: ILL MISS YOU SO MUCH BUT WE'D STILL GO OUT AIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Mel: ILL MISS YOU TALLIE. EH-OI! we're to hang out on thursday i dont care!&lt;br /&gt;Russ: ILL MISS YOU AND YOUR ACCENT!&lt;br /&gt;Sheikh: ILL MISS YOU "SHAKE" AND YOUR SMILE!&lt;br /&gt;Mudd: ILL MISS YOU AND YOUR VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;Shane: ILL MISS YOU AND ALL THE TALKING AND SMILING AND WINKING AND YOUR VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: ILL MISS YOU TOO! BYGONES BE BYGONES.&lt;br /&gt;Chung Yin: ILL MISS YOU BIKER SMOKER!&lt;br /&gt;Elijah Eugene: ILL MISS YOU and GET RID OF THE SHAKES!&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: ILL MISS YOU YOU HAIRLESS MONSTER!&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine: ILL MISS YOU PRESIDENT!&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne: ILL MISS YOU BUT THERES STILL YING HUI! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SENIORS: BE BACK FOR TRAINING!!&lt;br /&gt;Renny: ILL MISS YOU GOOFY GUY!&lt;br /&gt;Rainft: ILL MISS YOU TALL GUY! AND ALL THE NODS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone else too. grad night every year's so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe the next time i go up to the hall to assemble half of the hall will be missing of all the wonderful people. it'll be half empty not half full.&lt;br /&gt;miss you guys so so so much. please be back for this year's openhouse. and SEND ME THE PICTURES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116074741466176220?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116074741466176220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116074741466176220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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conspiracy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;It won't hurt this much&lt;br /&gt;And never will I have to answer&lt;br /&gt;Again to anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll get sick of&lt;br /&gt;saying that everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;And by then I'm sure I'll be pretending&lt;br /&gt;Just like I am tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this go, let this go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;But I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let this go&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the words to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That now I feel like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, either by thy picture or my love,&lt;br /&gt;thyself away thou art present still with me ;&lt;br /&gt;for thou not farther&lt;br /&gt;than my thoughts canst move,&lt;br /&gt;and i am still with them,&lt;br /&gt;and they with thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116056430590478816?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116056430590478816/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116056180679201798</id><published>2006-10-11T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:16:46.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. we spent the whole day in class doing nothing today. it was such a waste of time. our class was so bored we resorted to being lame. like seriously &lt;strong&gt;LAME.&lt;/strong&gt; and everytime a different teacher walk in for the swop of classes, sam would faint in pretense. total crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and &lt;strong&gt;ROXANE WEE&lt;/strong&gt; had somehow (i dont know how so dont ask) flung her rubber band onto the road at the pedestrian crossing between Tampines MAll and the MRT. so everyone was staring at her and she was like. &lt;strong&gt;"oh my god! how how how! can i go take?!"&lt;/strong&gt; then came mr taxi who drove so near her rubber band she was like &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;/strong&gt;. but apparently the taxi didnt even brush slightly her rubberband. the green man came on and she ran out to get her PRECIOUS rubberband that &lt;strong&gt;"look like a pile of shit"&lt;/strong&gt; quoted from its owner. =) THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and we saw this couple. both smoking. the guy's super skinny and tall. and the girl was trying to PINCH HIS ASS in public. like. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ewww. youre not young anymore! get a room and do whatever groping you want in private! sheesh!!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. and whoever you are who's reading. get me my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;black fishnets with the rose imprints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on it! xD and if you happen to see a really pretty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;black hot pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, get it for me! bahhh. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116056180679201798?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116056180679201798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116056180679201798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116056180679201798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116056180679201798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/10/lovers-eyes-will-gaze-eagle-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-116048268041795097</id><published>2006-10-10T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:21:18.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hullo gloria blog readers!&lt;br /&gt;miss wee blogging for miss lim here&lt;br /&gt;aka princess is shirt blogging for single in shirt&lt;br /&gt;woohoo (throws confetti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FINAL YEAR EXAMS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went down to vivo city today, huuugeee i tell you. gargantuan!&lt;br /&gt;it's so far away, so we went in the mrt on the way there&lt;br /&gt;and was all hyped up when we reached vivo&lt;br /&gt;(i'm so blog deprived that i even blog for my friends)&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, we had to take a directory of the shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! it's that big! we even lost our way&lt;br /&gt;went ggazzaaawaaa over topshop, f21 etc etc :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught "scoop"! it was a fascinating show, wahaha&lt;br /&gt;i was so blur that i didn't understand it&lt;br /&gt;and little miss gloria explained the show to me&lt;br /&gt;we sneaked in carls junior beef chilli cheese fries :D&lt;br /&gt;yum yum, and we were soooo broke!!! hilariously broke&lt;br /&gt;after the show, we left vivo and headed back to tampines&lt;br /&gt;mcdonalds with our ezlink cards and macs points, no $$&lt;br /&gt;green fox fake double layered top! sexeh ;D&lt;br /&gt;she took a 3 home, i took a 29 yeehaw&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored, exams are over = no more studying&lt;br /&gt;what should i do now..&lt;br /&gt;HELLO GLORIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s get well soon siti baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;you will be alright yeah?! :DDD LOL&lt;br /&gt;siti's in kk hospital due to some &lt;u&gt;stupid&lt;/u&gt; injury&lt;br /&gt;if you knew you'd laugh your shit off, just like i did&lt;br /&gt;so i think it'd be better if you didnt (((:&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, she's not dying whatsoever, she's fine&lt;br /&gt;she'll be discharged tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;hahahah i'm gonna burst out laughing!!!&lt;br /&gt;(keeps a straight face) come back soon sity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116048268041795097?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116048268041795097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sparkling angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello dear all!&lt;br /&gt;are you guys dying from studying for the exams?&lt;br /&gt;at least after all the mugging, there's gonna be something to look forward to besides all the playing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR ALL SHOPPAHOLICS, SINGAPORE'S BIGGEST MALL IS OPENING TOMORROW BESIDE HARBOUR FRONT. ITS SIZE IS THAT OF 1 1/2 SIZE OF THE NATIONAL STADIUM AND HOLDS ABOUT 300 STORES FOR YOU GUYS TO GO CRAZYY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, with that knowledge etched in you minds, be sure to study SMART NOT HARD and mug your way to good results so you could get &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the greens&lt;/span&gt; needed for this expedition! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres gonna be a cineplex too. it'll be the largest among the golden village chain! there's also gonna be new touches added to the cineplex. "For example, the new theatres will feature an electronic button for service, plush reclining chairs, on top of a digital screen and sound features installed to give the viewer the ultimate cinema experience."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;however, for the opening tomorrow, only 60% of the retails are gonna open. the others should be open by the 1st of December. besides all the shopping and eating, there're 7 pieces of art displayed around the mall from the recent Singapore Biennale Exhibition that costs 1.5 million in total.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;theres's gonna be huge brands like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zara, Warehouse, Topshop, Topman, french brand Naf Naf River Island and Gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;for more information, go and read today's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIFE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;page 2 you pigs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao lovelies! happy fantasizing for the exams to be O-V-E-R! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-116013432418029862?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/116013432418029862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=116013432418029862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116013432418029862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/116013432418029862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/10/sparkling-angel-hello-dear-all-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115909310530545500</id><published>2006-09-24T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T18:18:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Against that time.. When i shall see thee frown on my defects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i was taking meaningless surveys on the internet to entertain myself. the results are... lmao. YOU be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Love Is a Gemini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/gemini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'll love a Gemini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witty and sharp, a Gemini can keep up with your fast (and ever changing) mind.&lt;br /&gt;You're both fun loving and free spirits. You and a Gemini can enjoy each other without expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why a Gemini will love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only can you keep up with a Gemini's sharp tongue, you can introduce a challenge or two...&lt;br /&gt;You're appetite for fun and novelty will keep a Gemini interested - at least for a bit longer than usual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;argh. this sucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Barney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/barney.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could have been an intellectual leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, your whole life is an homage to beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be remembered for: your beautiful singing voice and your burps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life philosophy: "There's nothing like beer to give you that inflated sense of self-esteem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesimpsonspersonalitytest/"&gt;The Simpsons Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whydontyouhaveaboyfriendquiz/too-shy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch&lt;br /&gt;Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up.&lt;br /&gt;And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whydontyouhaveaboyfriendquiz/"&gt;Why Don't You Have a Boyfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eee9e9"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Total Shopaholic!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/shopaholic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a keen eye for spotting trends before they are hot&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes your credit rating takes a beating as a result&lt;br /&gt;Consider a job in retail to subsidize your gorgeous outfits&lt;br /&gt;Over time, you could become a famous stylist or designer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/"&gt;Are You a Shopaholic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys Think You're Easy to Be With... But Not Easy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyoueasyquiz/easy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely a flirt - and a good one.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know that you shouldn't make a move on any cute guy who passes by.&lt;br /&gt;You save your seductive moves for someone who already knows the real you.&lt;br /&gt;That way, your sex appeal is just part of the whole package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyoueasyquiz/"&gt;Are You Easy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Super Flirt!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/super-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have almost every guy under your spell, and you totally work a room&lt;br /&gt;You can charm almost anyone you desire - including your friends men&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your flirty ways arouse jealousy from others, but it's all in fun&lt;br /&gt;You secertly crave another super flirt who will put you to the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Daniela Pestova&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichvictoriassecretangelareyouquiz/daniela-pestova.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous and chameleon-like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichvictoriassecretangelareyouquiz/"&gt;Which Victoria's Secret Angel Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Confident Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/confident-sexy.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one sexy chica, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the confidence to strut your stuff...&lt;br /&gt;And approach any man who happens to catch your eye.&lt;br /&gt;You may make a guys run away, but the true men will appreciate your moxie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f1e4ca;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a Tattoo of Initials&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fef9e5"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/initials.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern and expressive&lt;br /&gt;You're proud of who you are (or who you love)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whattatooshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Tattoo Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Eye Color Is Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/brown-eyes.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're smart, thoughtful, and the ideal woman for most men&lt;br /&gt;You are kind and easy to trust. Men open up to you like no one else.&lt;br /&gt;It's this inner warmness that attracts guys - and makes you an instant soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnereyecolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Eye Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Date An Italian!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/italy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love for old fashioned romance, with an old fashioned guy&lt;br /&gt;An Italian guy is the perfect candidate to be your prince charming&lt;br /&gt;If your head doesn't spin enough, just down another espresso with him&lt;br /&gt;Invest in a motorcycle helmet - and some carb blocker for all that pasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ffffbf;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vibe Is Somewhat Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffe6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howsexyisyourvibequiz/somewhat-sexy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good day, you're the sexiest woman in the world&lt;br /&gt;But on a bad day, you can't help but feel a little average&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember the times you've felt the sexiest...&lt;br /&gt;And keep that attitude even on the worst of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howsexyisyourvibequiz/"&gt;How Sexy Is Your Vibe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOw you know how bored I was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115909310530545500?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115909310530545500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115909310530545500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115909310530545500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115909310530545500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/09/against-that-time.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115900091467139318</id><published>2006-09-23T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T16:57:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Call Me When Youre Sober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished reading The Outsider like a few minutes ago. here's a quote, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"there's all sorts of love. Deep and shallow, pure and naughty. Blessed and cursed. But the best love is the kind that comes back at you from the person you give it to, bright and blindin' like the sun bouncin' off a mirror.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the gist of the story...&lt;br /&gt;In 1880s Montana, the Plain people are threatened from all sides. In town, worldly temptations lure their young people away; in the hills, a ruthless cattle baron is trying to drive them off their land. When a wounded gunfighter (johnny cain) stumbles into their beleaguered community, the elders see him only as another threat. But young Amish widow Rachel Yoder hasn't the heart to drive him away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is not love a Hercules, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As bright as Apollo's lute strung with his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you're to borrow this book be it from the library or me, the best way to embrace the full story with full understanding is to imagine it literally in your mind, the happenings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Who can stay in an abusive relationship for three years before realising it's not gonna work out this way? holler your guess at my handy dandy TAGBOARD people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, keep your guesses coming in, continue mugging for exams people, whatever. while i enjoy the comical Date Movie. x) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115900091467139318?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115900091467139318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115900091467139318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115900091467139318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115900091467139318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/09/call-me-when-youre-sober.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115891629399905863</id><published>2006-09-22T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T17:11:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;he's my drug and she's addicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been blogging for three days straight! AMAZING! oh wow! like totally freak me out!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i wanna be a singer! *voices a note.......vomits blood* i wanna be a model! *parents in unison : NONO model. MODEL YOUR HEAD AR!* i wanna be a fashion designer! *i cant draw for nuts* i wanna be...... i dont know what i wanna be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;roxy7 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i say.. screw sra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;roxy7 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that retard. oooh!! my cousin's wife gave birth to a baby boy this morning and im gonna go visit. woohooo. little hands in mittens! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a nice bodyyyy. lol. super random sorry. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!! HEXIC! goodbye people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115891629399905863?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115891629399905863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115891629399905863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115891629399905863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115891629399905863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-my-drug-and-shes-addicted.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115884402744657677</id><published>2006-09-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T21:07:07.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Single In Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was dead boring beyond words today. started the day with a set of comprehension. "what a way to start the day".&lt;br /&gt;anyway. apparently there were some misunderstandings and stuff going on being kept mum. none of my business. i mean not my problem. =)&lt;br /&gt;i was saying... SCHOOL'S boring. actually it was like really like boring today somehow that i like fell asleep like on my chair. its like stupid. like totally.&lt;br /&gt;and theres like both maths test like tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we like scooted over to TM to like catch John Tucker Must Die 4.50pm show like after school. it was like okay. but i think i gotta like quit like watching stupid chick flicks like john tucker must die, mean girls and like stuff with like totally stupid high school love stories with like cute guys and all. like that will like ever happen like to like me. and perhaps like thats like the reason why like im typing like like that. shheesh. bimbotic like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so retarded wee and bimbotic lim scurried over to TM with lke the intention to like get these white shirts like at some random stall ya know those movable kind. and the girl had ta say there's like some kinda like a commotion or something so its like not like on sale anymore till like the air's cleared and stuff. so we were like really like *awwww*. but we still got it in the end. not losers!!! muahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i like have to like leave the like com now. take care my ladies and like remember, keep the ATTITUDE and like let the guys like come to you my lovelies. ciao. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115884402744657677?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115884402744657677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115884402744657677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115884402744657677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115884402744657677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/09/single-in-shirt-school-was-dead-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115876047833863618</id><published>2006-09-20T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:56:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo yeah!!!! GUESS WHO's BACK?! x)))&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. momma's here to blog yet again. say yeah! hah. okay. that was super duper spastic. haha. im back because people like kun yuan and naim JUST discovered i havent been blogging. real FAST people la. *sarcasm sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so hows everyone! great? x) (im talking to myself damnit.) anyhoo. our dear wee-tarded roxane wants a part in this blogging session of mine. so... (look out for the obvious retardation. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;roxy7 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never blog about me, baaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gloria he's my drug and she's addicted. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gloria he's my drug and she's addicted. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say something stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;roxy7 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;gloria he's my drug and she's addicted. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;roxy7 says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so... being the usual me, here's some really sweet like sugar-and-strawberries-on-top-of-a-chocolate-cake lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in new York city&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;but girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Time square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be Delilah!! ahhh. bliss. x) *thinking : FAT HOPE GLORIA. SCREW THAT THOUGHT* oh well.. imma blog next time [*silently adds : hopefully x)*] for now, MYSPACE ROCKS!!! x) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115876047833863618?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115876047833863618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115876047833863618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115876047833863618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115876047833863618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/09/hey-there-delilah-boo-yeah-guess-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115667574694743901</id><published>2006-08-27T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:49:06.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristan &amp; Isolde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tristan &amp;amp; Isolde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" My face in thine eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Thine in mine appears.&lt;br /&gt;And true plain hearts do in the faces rest.&lt;br /&gt;Where can we find two better hemispheres?&lt;br /&gt;Without sharp north declining west?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever dies was not mixed equally.&lt;br /&gt;If our two loves be one.&lt;br /&gt;And thou and i.&lt;br /&gt;Love so alike.&lt;br /&gt;That none can slacken.&lt;br /&gt;None can die. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115667574694743901?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115667574694743901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115667574694743901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115667574694743901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115667574694743901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/08/tristan-isolde.html' title='Tristan &amp; Isolde'/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115604753510753161</id><published>2006-08-20T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T12:18:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;super supernova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, Dilana singing Won't Get Fooled Again by The Whos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJAs9zhH4Ao"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJAs9zhH4Ao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilana singing Zombie by The Cranberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ-X5ODknGU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJ-X5ODknGU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilana singing Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_pTigDY4Ic"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B_pTigDY4Ic" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Magni singing The Dolphins Cry by Live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ol66sMQ-DQw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ol66sMQ-DQw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magni singing Creep by Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-xhlOsjyi8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z-xhlOsjyi8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jill Gioia singing Mother Mother by Tracy Bonham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-PLood8n9A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-PLood8n9A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill Gioia singing Bring Me To Life by Evanescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Q9nc2dEVtU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Q9nc2dEVtU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Storm Large singing We Are The Champions by Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv9CMM5-lxA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv9CMM5-lxA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm Large singing Anything Anything by Drama Rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h92nPmmKzeM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h92nPmmKzeM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. my four favourites on the show. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115604753510753161?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115604753510753161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115604753510753161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115604753510753161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115604753510753161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/08/super-supernova-first-up-dilana.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115600782158787021</id><published>2006-08-20T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T01:17:43.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the dolphins cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The way you`re bathed in light&lt;br /&gt;reminds of that night&lt;br /&gt;god laid me down into your rose gareden of trust&lt;br /&gt;and I was swept away&lt;br /&gt;with nothin`left to say&lt;br /&gt;some helpless fool&lt;br /&gt;yeah I was lost in a swoon of peace&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need to find&lt;br /&gt;so when the time is right&lt;br /&gt;come to me swetly, come to me, come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovewill lead us, alright&lt;br /&gt;love will leas us, she will lead us&lt;br /&gt;can you here the dolphin's cry?&lt;br /&gt;see the road rise up to meet us&lt;br /&gt;it's in the air we breathe tonight&lt;br /&gt;love will lead us, she will lead us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we meet again&lt;br /&gt;it's like we never left&lt;br /&gt;time in between was just a dream&lt;br /&gt;did we leave this place?&lt;br /&gt;this crazy fog surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;you wrap your legs around me&lt;br /&gt;all I can do to try and breathe&lt;br /&gt;let me breathe so that I&lt;br /&gt;so we can go together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain!&lt;br /&gt;love will lead us .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;it don't matter what you are&lt;br /&gt;if you only run for cover, it's just a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;we are lost 'til we are found&lt;br /&gt;this phoenix rises up from the ground&lt;br /&gt;and all these wars are over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;singin' la da da, da da da&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;come to me&lt;br /&gt;singin' la da da, da da da&lt;br /&gt;come to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115600782158787021?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115600782158787021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115600782158787021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115600782158787021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115600782158787021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/08/dolphins-cry-way-youre-bathed-in-light.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115485789609065836</id><published>2006-08-06T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T17:51:36.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;town called hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take this broken boy?&lt;br /&gt;And put the pieces back as one?&lt;br /&gt;Though he has all of his toys...&lt;br /&gt;He is never having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Now we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;We are giving up&lt;br /&gt;We are moving on&lt;br /&gt;Because its not enough&lt;br /&gt;We were growing up&lt;br /&gt;We are giving up&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hear what you say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you're fooling?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dead!&lt;br /&gt;Now you welcome me,&lt;br /&gt;To a town called hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you're fooling?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dead!&lt;br /&gt;Now you welcome me,&lt;br /&gt;To a town called hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Town Called Hypocrisy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you take this lonely girl?&lt;br /&gt;I pick her up from off the ground&lt;br /&gt;'cause theres no pride, to be found&lt;br /&gt;When you follow sheep around&lt;br /&gt;And no future here, no future&lt;br /&gt;For us in this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Now we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;We are giving up&lt;br /&gt;We are moving on&lt;br /&gt;Because its not enough&lt;br /&gt;We were growing up&lt;br /&gt;We are giving up&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hear what you say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you're fooling?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dead!&lt;br /&gt;Now you welcome me,&lt;br /&gt;To a town called hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you're fooling?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dead!&lt;br /&gt;Now you welcome me,&lt;br /&gt;To a town called hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalala la la&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalala la la&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalala la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lalalalalalalala la la)&lt;br /&gt;Because it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Now we're growing up&lt;br /&gt;(lalalalalalalala la la)&lt;br /&gt;We are giving up&lt;br /&gt;We are moving on&lt;br /&gt;(lalalalalalalala la la)&lt;br /&gt;Because its not enough&lt;br /&gt;We were growing up&lt;br /&gt;(lalalalalalalala la la)&lt;br /&gt;We are giving up&lt;br /&gt;And I won't hear what you say so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you're fooling?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dead!&lt;br /&gt;Now you welcome me,&lt;br /&gt;To a town called hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think you're fooling?&lt;br /&gt;Everything is dead!&lt;br /&gt;Now you welcome me,&lt;br /&gt;To a town called hypocrisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;darn lazy to blog. lol. so long. live with these lyrics for now. =) p.s. the one in green below's mudd's lyrics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;cause everytime i think of you i go weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;i wont breathe until you know how much you mean to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;you and i we both know i'll be there for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115485789609065836?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115485789609065836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115485789609065836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;She told me that it's all a part of the choices that your making&lt;br /&gt;Even when you think you're right&lt;br /&gt;You have to give to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're listening&lt;br /&gt;Picking up on the signals&lt;br /&gt;Sent back from within&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we sing if we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing if it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason to ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going no where&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing with out a reason to never fall in love&lt;br /&gt;To never fall in love again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115423355923560237?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115423344575398727</id><published>2006-07-30T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:24:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anything anything</title><content type='html'>oh gee what is it tonight&lt;br /&gt;at least just tell me what the hell is wrong&lt;br /&gt;do you want to eat, do you want to sleep, do you want to drown&lt;br /&gt;just settle down, settle down, settle down&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills&lt;br /&gt;give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;i'll even let you watch the shows you want to see&lt;br /&gt;just marry me, marry me, marry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of you tonight&lt;br /&gt;you never stay awake when i get home&lt;br /&gt;is something wrong with me, something wrong with you&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i knew, wish i knew, wish i knew&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills&lt;br /&gt;give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills&lt;br /&gt;i even let you watch the shows you want to see&lt;br /&gt;because you married me, married me, married me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was young i learned a game&lt;br /&gt;where love and happiness were the same&lt;br /&gt;now i'm older and i don't play&lt;br /&gt;i found out the hardest way&lt;br /&gt;i got wasted, she got mad&lt;br /&gt;called me names and she called her dad&lt;br /&gt;he got crazy and i did too&lt;br /&gt;wondered what i did to you&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you candy, give you diamonds, give you pills&lt;br /&gt;i even let you hear the songs i want to sing&lt;br /&gt;i'll give you anything, anything, anything&lt;br /&gt;anything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115423344575398727?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115356831103815719</id><published>2006-07-22T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T19:38:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;first cut is the deepest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to being lucky, he's cursed.&lt;br /&gt;when it somes to loving me, he's worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. im back. well, for the previous post, i have no idea how the story continues, BUT, according to alex, he's written the next few parts!. =) so everybody, bug him to post it up! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. dance today. didnt go. LOL. training, we ran eight rounds yesterday. crazy i tell you. but quite fun. and the word "fun" when placed beside the word "run" only applies to yesterday's. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so lazy to blog. and i gotta stop eating so much. im getting fatter. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long people. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115356831103815719?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115356831103815719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115356831103815719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115356831103815719'/><link rel='self' 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align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people. im back to blog again. well. today's post's a wee bit different. instead of blogging about our class, dance, netball, sports leaders and the daily stuffs, here's a story that alexandrew wrote. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;The story of two guys in love with two best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain fell.As rain always fell.Somehow though it seemed different.The drops slid off his skin differently.As if taking a moment,pausing to sigh,then departing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rain absolve me of sin...Lightning baptize me in light...Death cremate me in fire..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somehow that seems right doesnt it Jared?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to see tears running down Jared's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing...Nothing seems right...All that was ever right...Is now no longer within my reach..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David pulled himself a little closer,as if to whisper.In a low voice he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does that flame still remain?Or has the void shattered?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared laugh.Yet it was cold.A laugh of cold reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The void holds.But can one not revel in the sting of tears as well as the cleansing of rain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David turned away.Staring out to sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You become more and more like the people I fear we will eventually turn into.But knowing you,this phase will pass.But the scars will ever remind.Not on flesh.Not the wounds that drew blood.This scars arent shown.They will serve a better reminder than that carved on our skin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared stared at his hands,turning his palms over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the soul David...On the soul...Where else will they forever remain etched...Carved on stone they will fade...Burnt onto skin it will turn to dust...No...These scars will remain on our souls...Nowhere else..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that anger speaking Jared?Or just pure reason?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anger remains outside my capacity to feel.I learnt well from you.Sometimes I think that I am no longer capable of feeling emotions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David rose.Grabbbing both their bags he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just for a few more years...Just for these years...Then maybe we will forget...As memories fade...As men die..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tossed Jared his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets go...Its getting late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here I go...Put up that mask David...Put it up firm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked along the path.Quiet,silent,ready to face another day.He reached school with not a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good...I hope I wont have to use this facade too soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if in answer to his question Joan and Renee walked up.They said almost in unison,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi David!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi guys..Ohh I mean girls.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"David!Do we look like guys to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No no you look just fine.My mistake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh well we better sit down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah..I gotta go to the bathroom for a minute.I'll come round later.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked away not waiting to hear their answers.Reaching the bathroom the familiar smell of mens cologne greeted him.Suprisingly there was no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning on one of the taps he scooped some of the running water and ran in through his face.Staring into the mirror he looked for signs of weariness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems just fine...Well here I go...God why do I love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didnt realise he had spoke the last words aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love who David?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to find Nathan alongside one of the cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah right...Ohh stop admiring yourself in the mirror.You look the same for pete's sake..Besides which girl in their right mind who look at you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well for one those who ARE in their right minds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that they bickered all the way to the assembly line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea Nathan...You have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 Of Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the heart bleeds...No hand may heal...No surgeon may restore...What is already lost...Yet still it beats...Rythimic thumping of its works...As if trying,to die in martyred fashion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pen moved.Pouring words,feelings,emotions,onto paper.Binding it in a prison of mortal capacity.In a sense it held him aloft through all the pain.But still he allowed himself to feel part of it.Just to remember he still breathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"David.Have you actually done your work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Keblem's voice pushed through his thoughts.Shoving the paper beneath the piles of homework on his desk he prostrated his work in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Glad to see you still reside in this world.Now stop your scribbling of whatever that was and pay attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grinned.As if trying to whisper he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well how much do I have to pay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Keblem turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was that I heard you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put on an innocent face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to his right he could almost feel Joseph formulate his one of a kind replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As always we conclude that David is lame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always trust him to have an answer...Thank god for him...I feel bad for using his fickle mind...No I dont...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And was your thoughts asked for Joseph?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no oh no!I didnt speak that aloud did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class erupted with laughter.Replies came from one corner to another.David fueled the flame with some remarks then withdrew.He glanced off to his left.Well there she was.Just a few seats away.Yet so far,distant,out of reach.He laughed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast she smiles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drew himself back inwards.To the times long past.Back to memories that were not his own,but still were a part of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared looked out of the room.She was just a class away.Practically ten steps from the door.But that distance seemed to stretch forever long.Each time he passed her the moments seemed to linger.His heart failed to beat.And each time he came out of that moment he did so panting for breath,though he never let it show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has to go on...I pray the Lord give me strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned his attention back to the lesson.Math,well he used to like math.Until the complex equations and formulaes constantly drove him to derive solutions to questions he wished he never asked.He looked out the window one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those times where we laughed and smiled together were true...I pray Lord that you let them fill me life again...Should they not be...Then let her find happiness in whatever she seeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed turning his thoughts to the matters on hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 Of Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where you wanna go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked across the canteen.Their eyes met just for that second.Then she looked away.He sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How bout the beach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared grabbed his bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that settles it then.Lets go.I'm cant bear spending another moment here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They trudged silently.Each lost in his own thoughts.Then David smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever wondered why the two people we love,are best friends.Seems God does have a way of lessening the pain.He gave me you to share it with.And you,me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You and your ideas David.Well maybe you're right.I dont know how hard it would have been going through it all alone.Atleast you're here to be the stupid goofball you should be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw that look David got whenever he came up with a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sing with me...Sick and tired of this world,there's no more air,trippin over myself,goin no where,waitin,suffocatin,no direction,I took a dive and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared grinned like a goof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the way down I saw you and you saved me from myself...And I wont forget the way you loved me..On the way down I almost fell right through,but I held on to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that atleast applies to you Jared...You had her...I never even got a chance..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued walking.The clouds above brewed mixed sentiments.Patches of the azure sky were still visible.Though the grey mood of the clouds enveloped most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But then again..Having her in my life for those few minutes,seconds,hours,days,hurts me more..Because I know it had a chance of being...But will never be again.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I ask you...Does the fact that it could have been hurt more than the fact it could never be?But then again as you say,it depends on the situation,and who experiences it...For most it fades or is stored in the list of "failures",but for us it stays..Different people then have different experiences and visualisations..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached the beach.David felt a little undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we should settle over on the other side...Just in case somebody comes along."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would that someone be David?You always have a knack for this type of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made their way to the other end of the beach.Where the last visible rock was.Settling,David sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pounding of the waves against the shore,sounds as if the world is breathing.Slow,rasped breathing,never changing,except in due time,even that,unregistered for man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat silent.Not a sound came from their lips.Lost in silent contemplation.Both unsure what to do.Minutes lingered long.David uttered almost unheard words.They escaped his lips in hushed whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sink beneath the surface of her heart.Dying a thousand deaths of beauty and lies.Martyred for her pleasure.Buried 'neath all my guises.For which I tried to disasuade my heart,from longing hers in turn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared replied,his answer coming from all those times he sat thinking about what could heal,the wounds that dug so deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We dont chose when,where,how,and who.Love makes that choice for us.And often his choice,is the last one we would make.But nonetheless he has chosen.And it is he who rules our hearts.Not our minds,nor our desires."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David glanced off to his left,just in curiousity.As always he proved himself right.There she as.Or more correctly put.There they were.He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The irony.Look off to your left.This is turning out to be one of the most screwed up days I've ever had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared's heart ceased to beat,just for those few seconds,then continued as if nothing had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you were right.Someone did come along.Just not someone we expected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I wish I wasnt right.Should we leave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll stay.Let them go first.It will be easier that way.We wont have to pretend we dont see them.And they us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked in their direction just once more.She was smiling.He was glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Jared she's not yours...And she never will be...Sometimes I wish I could just forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i dont actually think this story has an ending, yet. lol. &lt;/p&gt;was about to post another but guess next time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care people. i'll post more next time. =)&lt;br /&gt;for the above, credits go to alex. like duh! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115348569714343276?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115348569714343276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115348569714343276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115348569714343276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115348569714343276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/07/shes-got-lot-of-pretty-pretty-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115262134680824336</id><published>2006-07-11T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:35:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;staring at the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;You kept me standing in your shadow&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a cold cold place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m running away from this messed up place&lt;br /&gt;I’m breaking free, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stand the way you put my eyes so I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t need this kind of light coz now I’m done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won’t let me&lt;br /&gt;Just turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of when you kick me around&lt;br /&gt;Trying to kill my dreams and break me down&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t hang around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m running away from this messed up place&lt;br /&gt;I’m breaking free, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stand the way you put my eyes so I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t need this kind of light coz now I’m done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daylight on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I know its time to run&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know its time to run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Can’t stand the way you put my eyes so I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Stealing every breath I breathe (stealing every breath I breathe)&lt;br /&gt;You push me into overdrive&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t need this kind of light coz now I’m done&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;You took everything while I was staring at the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the rooster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115262134680824336?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115262134680824336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115262134680824336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115262134680824336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115262134680824336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/07/staring-at-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115262082316212276</id><published>2006-07-11T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:27:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;for you i'll take the last flight out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people. how ya doing? well. i havent been able to use the com due to sisters, you know what i mean. so updates updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt how to play this song on a guitar. and school's been really really hectic. everything's just clashing with everything. SLC investiture, carnival's mass dance, training. really really busy. no free time to breathe man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my first intention was to blog a helluva long entry about how unhappy i am about our class. but im not in the mood for typing a long entry today.im already exhausted. so yeah. here's the gist of it. we, 3e4, so have to buck up on our english. as you people know we our class' english sucks real bad. and we wouldnt want any of our friends retaining next year do we? so, work hard on that. and i hope the girls, dont worry whoever the "get your facts right" person, i wont be referring to you. just in general, the people at the back should know when to keep quiet. i never knew how it feels like to have people chatting non-stop whilst you're trying to study. and now i know. ah. i guess that's about it. im not gonna have personal attacks. so thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance for talentime's fun. mass dance;s okay, not really THAT  fun. just okay. investiture, stockings and shoes. netball, running three rounds' a chore for me now. im gonna die! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, mass dance was such a mass. teachers with no responsibilities. just everything throw to the leaders then last minute expect nice nice things. even CCAs also must push one side. everybody stress sia. she just doesnt know how to settle everything properly instead of everytime screwing up does she? faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. enough with the negative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long and NEXT time.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. it's proNUNciation and not proNOUNciation. it's EXEcution and not EXcution okay miss lee? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115262082316212276?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115262082316212276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115262082316212276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115262082316212276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115262082316212276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-you-ill-take-last-flight-out.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115237176845026162</id><published>2006-07-08T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:16:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;jack's manequin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. i missed out something. i just bought this pair of jeans from mango and it costs only 45 bucks!! i like. =)) and ya know the birthday massacre? so we were listening to it in the car and the intro of the first song was playing. THEN, my mum commented. "orh! the CD spoil liao!" LMAO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. i leave you with this song. i think the lyrics are so. me? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Small town homecoming queen&lt;br /&gt;Shes the star in this scene&lt;br /&gt;Theres no way to deny shes lovely&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin perfect hair&lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside shes ugly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but hate her&lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior class president&lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing&lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutaunt&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want&lt;br /&gt;Never to harsh or too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll admit it&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bitter&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm just the girl next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;I spend all my time wishin that I was someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band&lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands&lt;br /&gt;I get A little bit she gets a little more&lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America yeah... she's Miss America&lt;br /&gt;I'm just the girl next door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115237176845026162?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115237176845026162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115237176845026162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115237176845026162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115237176845026162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/07/jacks-manequin.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115237118767515920</id><published>2006-07-08T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:06:27.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby fly away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why hello everyone. talentime's dance is coming along fine. so excited to finish the whole song. there's like so much shaking of the booty. lol. mel, as in melanie, joined us for the first time today! she's coming along fine. just gotta recall the steps ya? haha. and we bought julie her surprise birthday cake! it was soooo chocolatey. saved a piece of cake for nad but i guess the ants was a little faster than her so they claimed that piece of cake. this guy from some cc approached us so we'll be performing at tampines behind the street soccer court on national's day so yea. all is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday, thw whole of 3e4 was retained by miss ng bak hon! but not that bad la despite all the running away and buying snacks back to the sms area and stuffs, we got let off early on the account that we'll study for our vocab. I STUDIED!! GOT FULL MARKS LA! =))lol. ego!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss irene lee PMS! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I decided long ago&lt;br /&gt;Never to walk in anyone's shadow&lt;br /&gt;If I fail, if I succeed&lt;br /&gt;At least I lived as I believe.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they take from me&lt;br /&gt;They can't take away my dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. updates next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115237118767515920?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115237118767515920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115237118767515920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115237118767515920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115237118767515920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/07/baby-fly-away.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115219418851143940</id><published>2006-07-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:56:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're so jaded and im the one who jaded you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a huge apology to Julz and Beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. doubt i'll be blogging much. so here's a shout out to them both. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TO JULIE MY CRAZY RETARDED FUNKY PUNKISH BABY!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and AN ADVANCED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BEATRICE, VE TO AND NAJIY. AND OF COURSE NOT FORGETTING MY DEAR CHARMAINE DARLING! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ALL. AND ALL THE BEST DARLINGS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you're still jaded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115219418851143940?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115219418851143940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115219418851143940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115219418851143940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115219418851143940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-so-jaded-and-im-one-who-jaded.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115181580270176860</id><published>2006-07-02T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:50:02.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;Guess sales on! there's like clothes on 50% and 70% OFF. go grab some clothes. the sizes for their jeans are limited though. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115181580270176860?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115181580270176860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115181580270176860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115181580270176860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115181580270176860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-guess-sales-on-theres-like.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115166873191887489</id><published>2006-06-30T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:59:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;nick lachey's resolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nothing but an empty page&lt;br /&gt;breathing in an open space&lt;br /&gt;captured by your moment's grace again&lt;br /&gt;there's so much i left behind&lt;br /&gt;even more that waits in time&lt;br /&gt;everything's so undefined&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing on the edge of my fear&lt;br /&gt;and i see it clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my resolution&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;all i need to learn is along this road&lt;br /&gt;and i just want to be the best man i can be&lt;br /&gt;breathe, it's my resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living life without her there&lt;br /&gt;finding soul is where i stand&lt;br /&gt;and learning how to love again&lt;br /&gt;and all i want is something real&lt;br /&gt;that i can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my resolution&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;all i need to learn is along this road&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanna be the best man i can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause here's my resolution&lt;br /&gt;i'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;all i need to learn is along this road&lt;br /&gt;and i just wanna be the best man i can be&lt;br /&gt;breathe, it's my resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find the song at this page. it'll be on the left side. look for it if interested. other songs available there too. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115166873191887489?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115166873191887489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115166873191887489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115166873191887489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115166873191887489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/nick-lacheys-resolution.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115166665861043746</id><published>2006-06-30T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T19:24:18.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be your memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo! yeah yeah. i get to use the com. LOL. stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayy. Siti fainted today. the last thing about her i heard was she'll get transfered to KK hospital. well. we'll wish her all the best and hurry recover! that is, after she's done with removing her appendix. scary la she. still say what macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. P.E. today. our class... hopeless la. asked to run two rounds also like want their life like that. they even had the choice to WALK. but they returned after one round though val, lui ting and i ran two rounds. im referring to the girls only btw. and saying this, i bet they only ran 2 rounds instead of 3 for 2.4km run. so while 2.4km-ing, val lui ting and i were the first girls. nobody was infront of us. but lo and behold, you see a huge bunch of my GIRL classmates who have already reached the "finishing line". how convincing it is. Ha-Ha. FUNNY. irritating people. when oh when will our class grow up and learn to actually be a class? there are like people who are anti-social, so damn noisy, so fucking whiney, so racist, so everything la. a million cliques &lt;em&gt;bodoh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hell with that. so we were supposed to give out the panphlets to the public so that they'll be in the know of our carnival which, like the fifa world cup, comes only once in four years. so we were like complaining about how U-G-L-Y the panphlets were. so COLOURFUL bodoh. "save ink" says the prefects. like anyone would bother to look at the panphlets when all the pictures and everything on it's in black and white. they'll have to squint till their eyes pop outta their sockets. LOl. but because we have fun fun fun fun F-U-N people in our group plus our friends, we were quite efficient workers. but it was like so damn dizzy going round and round the stairs. like having de javu a million times in a day. ahah. so we were donw earlier and so started slacking at a playground and bitching about &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt;. charmaine and bak weng's soooo cute together! like two small, young, cute couple. with contacts. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back, and here am i. home early and blogging. and i did my chinese holiday homework!!!! whoots! credits to nicholas la duhhh. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;if you're leaving, close the door. im not expecting anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115166665861043746?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115166665861043746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115166665861043746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115166665861043746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115166665861043746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-be-your-memory-boo-yeah-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115157960645093500</id><published>2006-06-29T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:13:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're the one that i want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello people. havent been blogging cause i didnt have the time to. been really occupied. but im happy today. cause I'VE FINISHED MY A MATHS HOMEWORK THAT WAS MEANT FOR THE WEEKENDS!! haha. happy happy. first time so studious. must have been the specs. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance. for the carnival.. we've been changing the songs and everything but now, finally settled with songs from grease. like last year. and it's kinda cool as shar's finished teaching the steps already. period taken to do that = one day. and we still squeezed in learning a few eights for talent time. cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. and bak weng's corny and horny. LOL. ok. random. well. no idea why but i started paying attention to chinese lessons. sympathized our teacher la. nobody listen. so i listen lor. and im happy cause after chaning seats and all that stuffs, ive become cleverer? lol. due to aline the smarty pants, valerie the english pro and bak weng the other smarty pants. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distractions in class are unavoidable&lt;&lt;(whats the other word again?). anyway. english class was fun today. all the debating with valerie. but most lessons will be interrupted by people whom i shall not name. irritating. but no choice. gotta sit through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday tomorrow. there's netball, dance and giving away the panphlets. which one takes priority i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long folks. dance to grease and shake your booty. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115157960645093500?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115157960645093500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115157960645093500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115157960645093500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115157960645093500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-one-that-i-want-hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115124273074519828</id><published>2006-06-25T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:38:50.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;teddy(s) are hot. so is channing. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/teddy%20geiger.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/400/teddy%20geiger.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy geiger. his eyes are like. so... yeah girls. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/teddy%20from%208th%20n%20ocean.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/400/teddy%20from%208th%20n%20ocean.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy from 8th and ocean. hot huh. those sinful eyes. models are xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/channing%20tatum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/400/channing%20tatum.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most sinful of all. channing tatum. the hottie from She's The Man. *screams* his profile looks like lee ryan. but he's hotter. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. here's the pictures from band concert a few days back. i felt like a poodle. the hair's a bit too much huh? ( no offence siti.) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P6210048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/400/P6210048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P6210013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/400/P6210013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. im gonna be done with blogging soon man this stupid tiring bothersome shitty thang.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. go check out the song at the bottom by nick lachey, resolutions. just click play. go grab the lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115124273074519828?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115124273074519828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115124273074519828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115124273074519828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115124273074519828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/teddys-are-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115079020526754947</id><published>2006-06-20T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T15:56:45.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who lives in a pineapple under the sea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello hello people. look kim. im BLOGGINGGGG.and yes, it IS pretty boring. but im still here arent i eh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i gotta hurry up. aint at home. using the com down at raffles town club. one buck for 15 min. im down to only five. expensive shite here. &lt;br /&gt;oh! and the ballroom here's like $6000 for one night. thinking about our year's prom huh. haha. crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just caught some stupid clips of spongebob squarepants in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok. im gonna stop here. this nonsensical post is only to satisfy kimmy kim kim. so yeah. im offff. yaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the com here's pretty cool. no one to snatch from you. the keyboard's really nice to use to. haha. &lt;br /&gt;ok. CIAO. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wo ming bai.. wo yao de ai hui ba wo chong huai xiang yi ge xiao hai zhi neng zai ni huai li whine*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115079020526754947?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115079020526754947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115079020526754947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115079020526754947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115079020526754947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-lives-in-pineapple-under-sea-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115060517649532077</id><published>2006-06-18T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T12:32:56.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what's the dillio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzZz.. blogging has become boring.. im yawning and typing at the same time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well folks, we're down to exatly a week of holiday left. so hurry finish up all your shopping, crapping, gatherings and of course, homework. yes homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i saw this pair of jeans from fox that i really like. it's on a 30% discount. so is this other denim skirt with a flower emblazoned on one side. i so wanna get it. but my pocket is soooo burnt. i still owe jeremy 30 bucks from the kl trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE Ffa Worldcup.&lt;br /&gt;portugal vs iran last night. Deco was good. so was Figo. cristiano ronaldo's the pretty boy. scored 3 : nil last night. cool stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught The Poseidon Adventure last night courtesy of such a thing as a DVD. it's not the recently released Poseidon. it's the old wan. it's still pretty good though. there's a catch however. spoiler. i mean it's all good. BUT the show ended in like one and a half hours later. guess the ending. you'll never guess. it's there " TO BE CONTINUED..." then, credits. end of show. LOL. where am i to find the one to continue? the recent one? will catch it to find out. argh. spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. nothing much to rant about. i'll keep my girlfriends and people my rants on cute guys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A NICE DAY. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115060517649532077?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115060517649532077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=115060517649532077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115060517649532077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/115060517649532077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-dillio-zzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-115019871713162298</id><published>2006-06-13T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:38:37.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Every me and every you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna return to kuala lumpur. back track la. i miss the times there.&lt;br /&gt;well, colin got himself a new dog!!!! i want i want. it's like a golden retriever. two and a half months old, male. he hasnt got him a name though. and it's like hyperactive la or so colin says la. "it goes around ripping my mother's plants out. so my father said name him gardener" LOL. i think haagen's nice =) my cousin's girlfriend's poodle's name =)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. but his mom wants max. so common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol. updates on my primary school people again. here's one about amin. he's trying to jio me out. lol. check this out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hw u find me ar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i really gt chance nt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wait wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have never known you as a close friend or whatever and it's been almost three years since i've last seen you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;so what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i look like tom cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;joke of the year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i mean century&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hhahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u wanna hear a joke ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i tell u one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in this world rite..gt so many animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but wat animal like to say "why"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yes yes o give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its a PIG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im not gonna say why =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;say ar!@!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hhhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im not dumb okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kk imagine ur in a room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;with no door and no window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;its sealed ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;than there's a sink running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;uh-huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and u haf a stone and a piece of string&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wat would u do to prevent urself from drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;use the string to tie the stone to the mought of the tap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;noo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i feel like such a loser la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;just off the tap la!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;im soo gonna blog about you and your stupid jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eh w at the hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eh gd ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;blog me ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;feel honoured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;than ur other girl frens can get to noe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eh lek ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i just tell u 2 jokes sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i haf alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;than rite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahaahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u gt hear before abt the pond tat makes ppl white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;last time rite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;everyone on earth was black noe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i heard of this before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;racist joke sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eh wat no la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i aint no racist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i ask u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wat mouse walk on 2 legs/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mickey mouse!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahahah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alamak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory cause i'm the blade and she's just paper. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;donald duck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ  aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;NO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ  aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ŝ.Ќ.Ũ.Ĺ.Ľ  aint no attention seeker says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all ducks walk on 2 legs!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;lol. retard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-115019871713162298?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/115019871713162298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114986817515627011</id><published>2006-06-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:29:36.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kuala lumpur trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAIRY X aka group C.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from MALAYSIA. im &lt;strong&gt;malaysia-plus-friend-sick back in singapore&lt;/strong&gt;, back at home. &lt;strong&gt;i'm missing everybody already&lt;/strong&gt;. well, here's what happened during the past five days back in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;day one, 5th june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left school at about 7 and had a &lt;strong&gt;9 hour bus ride&lt;/strong&gt; in a coach before reaching&lt;strong&gt; Assunta Children Society&lt;/strong&gt;. then. we unpacked and got into our assigned groups before having lunch. frankly, i was unhappy i wasnt in the group that had to do painting. i even tried changing groups like what sellick did. &lt;em&gt;thank god, it was a blessing in disguise. you'll know why. just carry on reading.&lt;/em&gt; so, we slept at twelve and it was the end of day. there was air-condition too. =) cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;day two, 6th june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our group set off to the &lt;strong&gt;old folk's home next door&lt;/strong&gt; to the place where we stayed. we left at 9am after breakfast and was the&lt;strong&gt; first group to leave&lt;/strong&gt;. we joined the folks there for their "exercise" haha. we were a little nervous about things but soon, we were attached to the folks there. we played very very simple ball games with them while sha and charmaine did their dance routines for them to see. there was this &lt;strong&gt;old man who kept crying&lt;/strong&gt; while we were there. then, we didnt know why. &lt;strong&gt;two old ladies were teasing him&lt;/strong&gt; saying he was a cry-baby blah blah. ahah! old people can be mean too okay! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;we returned at about noon while the elderly had their afternoon nap. had lunch and bathed. FREE TIME! returned to the home at about 2pm and entertained them again. we also fed them their lunch. there's this old man who can do &lt;strong&gt;palm reading&lt;/strong&gt; and ALL OF US let him read our palms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm gonna be a doctor if i'm hardworking and i'll be a future rich tai tai. colin will be rich, the money will find him even if he shake his legs. sean's gonna be a rich man. miss sabrina should get married later and have not more than 2 kids because her kids will spend her money. yun ni is gonna strike it rich at the age of 25 and she's gonna marry at 28. something bad is gonna happen on the 9th on a friday to charmaine and something good will happen to jeremy. that'll be on 9th october. nadia natasha's gonna be good at chemistry which she presently is. julie's gonna be strong even at the age of 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;charmaine's really nice to the folks there. we "knocked off" at four. walked to Old Town. on the way there, sean found 10RM. julie and people bought prepaid malaysian sim cards. bought mascara at Watsons with charmaine. COLIN STEPPED ON POO. god knows what poo was that. gross la. ate macdonalds and walked back. crapped with the group while waiting for the other groups to return. thank god i brought the mp3 speaker.&lt;br /&gt;when the rest of the groups came back, we had dinner and left for sunway lagoon pyramid for some shopping time. siti, roxane, jeremy, colin and cher hao went down and ice-skated for an hour. then we went to grab some food and had a few minutes to drop into mango and got a striped black and white top for only 79RM and the belt i wanted at only 35Rm while mango in singapore sold it at $35 bucks. happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;got back and we celebrated miss woo's and the june babies birthdays. miss woo, shermine, sean, cheryl and i. didnt sleep that well. mosquito bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;day three, 7th june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early and got to the home at 9am again after breakfast. did what we did the day before and entertained them. took loads of pictures. oh oh, nadia natasha makes a great housewife and khye an makes a great house-husband. both were really patient with the folks there.&lt;br /&gt;miss sabrina cried so did nadia because we found out why the old man who always cries, cry. apparently he's touched that a group of kids, us, went to visit them, as they were usually just there with no companion but the people there. nadia cried cause she found out that this particular old lady, a very bubbly and active "po po", had been tricked into staying at the home by her son and has been waiting for her son to come and bring her home. nevertheless, she stayed jovial.&lt;br /&gt;again, the "palm-reader" read our palms. charmaine'll be in the entertainment business when she grows up. sharifah's gonna be doing labour for her career. he also taught us how to read palms generally. if the veins on your back hand pops up, you're an indecisive person. how soft your hand is judges if the money will find you or you'd have to find the money. your index finger depicts your mannerism. for guys, you gotta read their left hand and the right for girls.&lt;br /&gt;after leaving the home at four we headed to Old Town again to get stationaries for the noticeboard we were incharge of. did up the noticeboard and took crazy emo pictures with the pauol twohill hairstyle. while doing up the board, we danced whenever the song hips dont lie comes on. jeremy was really zealous about dancing! lol. so group C was doing the board while the other groups walked to Old Town.&lt;br /&gt;when they got back, i received a nightmare before christmas bolster and a heart from siti and roxy, a necklace and a haert from cher hao and a visor from charmaine and nicholas. yong jian's massages are h-e-a-v-e-n. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;day four, 8th june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY Birthday! hairy X woke up early. yong jian gave me my birthday massage. haha. birthday present. LOL. got extra back and face massage some more la. shiok! went to bid the old folks goodbye. ALL the girls but Julie cried. she was laughing la.&lt;br /&gt;im getting lazy to blog. lol. im gonna cut short.&lt;br /&gt;we shopped at some shopping centre, went to see a memorial, the asean park, the kl tower, the court, the istana and the chocolate shoppe. chocolates!! espresso ones too!&lt;br /&gt;miss sabrina treat us dinner at macs at chinatown. everybody shopped like siao la. bargain till. cannot tahan. i was broke and didnt manage to get a thing. was depressed during the train ride back to the hotel. everybody was like i lend you money la. so weird.&lt;br /&gt;bunked in a hotel room with nadia rahmat and roxane. our room had a Bible. eerie. other rooms had Q'urans. watched the rerun of american's next top model. ther was this creepy ghost commercial that came on that got us all screaming. miss seah came over to our room and we were like, got ghost got ghost in the tv! LOL. retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;day five aka the last day, 9th june.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast and checked out at about 9am. yong jian owes me TWO massages. xD&lt;br /&gt;went to the st paul's church at malacca where i've been to many times. got this dream-catcher necklace for 7RM. there was this guy singing with a guitar at the top of the hill in the remains of a tomb place. he's really good. and he sung OLDIES!!&lt;br /&gt;head over to this street where some bought portuguese pineapple tarts while i bought a feather necklace and two dream-catchers. there was a big one in black that only costs 22RM! after that we headed home, for singapore.&lt;br /&gt;watched big momma's house 2 in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents i received,&lt;br /&gt;the nightmare before christmas bolster and a herat thingy from siti and roxane.&lt;br /&gt;a necklace and a heart thingy and a box of kiwi chocolates from cher hao.&lt;br /&gt;a huge heart-shaped lollipop from famous amos from colin.&lt;br /&gt;a visor from nicholas and charmaine.&lt;br /&gt;the box of kiwi chocolates from jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i bought,&lt;br /&gt;a splashed-paint skirt for 50RM.&lt;br /&gt;a stud belt for 10RM.&lt;br /&gt;a striped mango top at 79RM.&lt;br /&gt;the silver belt from mango at 35RM.&lt;br /&gt;a feather ear-ring at 9RM.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of hoops at 9.90RM.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of black and silver ear-rings at 9.90RM.&lt;br /&gt;a pair of black and white up-socks at 13.90RM.&lt;br /&gt;a dream-catcher necklace at 7RM.&lt;br /&gt;a feather necklace at 3 for 10RM.&lt;br /&gt;two dream-catchers purple and green at 8RM each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be missing everybody and the trip. namely, siti, roxane, colin, jeremy, cher hao, charmaine, sharifah, julie, nadia natasha, nadia rahmat, naim, sellick, yong jian aka jason, hairy X, miss sabrina thang, and everyone else. god bless all you guys and keep in touch. i love you guys. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. doubt i'll upload the pictures here. too many. a few hundred. haha. look out for it though at roxane's siti's charmaine's blogs or something. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114986817515627011?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114986817515627011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114986817515627011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114986817515627011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114986817515627011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/kuala-lumpur-trip.html' title='kuala lumpur trip.'/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114942975342327588</id><published>2006-06-04T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:02:33.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Thing That You Never Had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got out with rox, siti, kean and colin to celebrate kean and my birthdays. met siti in the morning and headed to taka. her shots werent there so we went to paragon for lunch at delifrance. a while later kean and colin came to meet us. and then rox. who could only join us for two hours. accompanied them for lunch at Pepper Lunch. its like your very own teppanyaki there. pretty cool. and then roxane had to leave, siti had to go for her photo-shoot.&lt;br /&gt;kean colin and i stayed with her and then went to zara to look at guy clothes. both just refused trying pants. same old collared shirts. lol. after a while both went home.&lt;br /&gt;so much for celebrating. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;waited for siti and den we went for dinner again at delifrance. the pasta there aint THAT nice.&lt;br /&gt;siti's hair's cool after her photo-shoot. helped her spike it. on the way home everyone was staring at her. with her glitter and thick make-up and all.&lt;br /&gt;i was irritating her the whole way home acting slang and just blabbering non-stop. her last resort was to shut my mouth up covering my mouth. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys are getting jealous over paul twohill. it's amzing though. haha. and pretty interesting how girls get crazy over paul while the guys start critisizing paul and stuffs. come on la guys. admit it, YOU ARE JEALOUS OF TWOHILL CAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE ONE! lol. random random. more random stuffs coming up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, enjoy this. =) it's pretty cool. try doing signs to another song and you'll see how stupid you'll look and how difficult it is. once again, ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAHGvywHTxQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. i'll be gone for five days. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY GRACE HO EN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EN! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long and goodnight. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114942975342327588?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114942975342327588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114942975342327588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114942975342327588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114942975342327588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/best-thing-that-you-never-had-got-out.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114931275323860063</id><published>2006-06-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T13:35:16.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;twohill twodays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two days to kuala lumpur&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i have yet to pack&lt;/span&gt;. lol. i hope i can squeeze everything into the roxy bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. crystal's flown off last night. bumped into faris. it seems his sis is going on the same trip as mine. haha. how coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have no idea what to drag to kuala lumpur. at least there'll be more shopping than last year i think. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mahkota&lt;/span&gt; shopping centre. nothing much there. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna celebrate kean's and my &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;birthda&lt;/span&gt;y tomorrow since we'll be in kuala lumpur then. will be accompanying siti to taka first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;updates on my primary school lovelies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have caught up on stuffs with jamie. apparently he's become punk? *screamo plays* haha. he's changed so did everybody. but i guess it's for the better. x) have yet to get yvonne and gladys out with val and i. hoping we might be able to have a little get together with all the ex pasirians. its gonna be hard but i hope we'll be able to work it out. =) well, jamie, if youre eading this, holler at the tagboard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;well. grace, here's an early-by-one-day greeting from me to you, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY GRACE HO EN EN&lt;/span&gt;. have fun and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;be loved as much as you already are&lt;/span&gt;. x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114931275323860063?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114931275323860063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114931275323860063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114931275323860063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114931275323860063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/twohill-twodays-two-days-to-kuala.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114917263717758721</id><published>2006-06-01T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:37:17.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i forgot to post this previously, HAPPY SWEET SEVENTEEN MELVIN TEE THE TALLIE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretty girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is suffering while he confesses everything.&lt;br /&gt;pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what you get for falling again;&lt;br /&gt;you can never get him out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what you get for falling again;&lt;br /&gt;you can never get him out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he kisses you.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and&lt;br /&gt;the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what you get for falling again;&lt;br /&gt;you can never get him out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what you get for falling again;&lt;br /&gt;you can never get him out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he kisses you.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you fall in love. [2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pretty girl... pretty girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pretty girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is suffering while he confesses everything.&lt;br /&gt;pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you cry.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he's in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you feel.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he kisses you.&lt;br /&gt;it's the way that he makes you fall in love... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;there you go, lyrics to a nice song. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114917263717758721?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114917263717758721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114917263717758721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114917263717758721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114917263717758721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-forgot-to-post-this-previously-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114917191782958713</id><published>2006-06-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:25:17.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;why one hill when you can have TWOHILL?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. every girl in singapore's gushing about him la! paul this paul thAT. LOL. everyone's listening to here without you again and again and again. hello. will sian wan leh. but really la. (im gonna get haters on my blog now but no offence) jonathan can sing better. but twohill's cool, funky, whatever. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no training tomorrow. we're stuck for the english "camp" from 9 to 5. amanda'a not happy about it. missing training's one thing. but not finishing a portion of the english holiday homework is yet another la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, i've caught the da vinci code and x men the last stand already. great movies of the year. x men's really cool. after we got back to school from tm to catch the soccer match, sity roxy and i went crazy with being mutants and all those powers and stuff. they kinda liked the part where the mutant became human and fell while upside down. retards. lol.&lt;br /&gt;the da vinci code was cool. im not gonna blog too much about it later those catholics come and debate with mo on what i have no idea about again. hello yi tian, im talking about YOU! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, continue catching singapore idol. keep me on updates for next week's cause i'll be in Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. grace and junguang's gonna last loonnngg i can tell. xD they are like cute CAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im here without you baby! xP&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114917191782958713?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114917191782958713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114917191782958713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114917191782958713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114917191782958713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-one-hill-when-you-can-have-twohill.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114898500066378278</id><published>2006-05-30T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:30:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scary kids scaring kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday - SLC to Mee Toh primary.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday - Environmental project.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday - training.&lt;br /&gt;thursday - training.&lt;br /&gt;friday - training.&lt;br /&gt;saturday - blank.&lt;br /&gt;sunday - tuition?&lt;br /&gt;monday - TRIP TO KUALA LUMPUR, fmm trail. five whole days of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. only a few more days to bear before i leave for kl.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to see the end product of our class' environmental project. "fairy" to "stick man" to "knight" to "robot"? LOL. time capsule to a sphere of virtues. the process was really tiring though. hammer hammer hammer hammer nail nail nail saw saw saw glue glue glue and more hammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; here's my kiss to betray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;desperate to brush the lips of grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;do you feel hollow when you think of how i've lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;oh sweet angel of mercy, with your grace like the morning wrap your loving arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;oh sweet angel of mercy with your grace like the morning wrap your loving arms around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114898500066378278?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114898500066378278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114898500066378278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114898500066378278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114898500066378278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/scary-kids-scaring-kids-monday-slc-to.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114870341450506083</id><published>2006-05-27T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T12:16:54.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WASTING MY TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates on my effing family.&lt;br /&gt;lets see lets see. my mom just kinda said to me a moment ago that if "she" becomes like my aunt, it's gonna kinda be our fault cause we contributed for PROVOKING her EVERYTIME and that it is ALWAYS THE ELDER SIBLINGS' FAULT and that WE SHOULD STOP PROVOKING HER OR SHE'LL BECOME MAD. BUT you see, WE, did NOT provoke her. i know that my parents love her not only as their daughter but more than that that she's a nice girl that cares for others and puts others before her. but sorry, i seriously and solemnly think that it was due to THEIR upbringing of her that she became like that. crying and screaming at people even to the extent of hitting while screamin. just the thought of it is umimaginable. nothing comes even close. im sorry but i think people at the asylum are more civilised than she is. why oh why wasnt she brought to my aunt's place like crystal and i were? perhaps then it'll be better now wont it? &lt;br /&gt;recaping the past,&lt;br /&gt;using a scissors and wanting to stabity stab stab me.&lt;br /&gt;throwing just-sharpened-colour-pencils and throwing it at us.&lt;br /&gt;poking a pencil to the side of my head that it bled.&lt;br /&gt;causing me such anger i actually broke a glass causing a scar on my left palm.&lt;br /&gt;the main cause of reason why i even though of and even prepared a bag to run away to my aunt's house even at the tender age of ten.&lt;br /&gt;causing me to be reprimanded by my dad just because I THREW A PILLOWAT HER.&lt;br /&gt;and again, reprimanded for THROWING just one cube of ICE at her. it DIDNT EVEN TOUCH HER. im sorry i missed.&lt;br /&gt;the MAIN MAIN cause i my misery at home.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. nothing and nobody knows what i feel about her. the hatred is too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least a week of peace at kuala lumpur would do me good. a week without her is really bliss. the serenity and friends without any screaming and shouting and scolding. what can enlighten my parents and all of us so that we'll know what to do with her? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's got everybody fooled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114870341450506083?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114870341450506083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114870341450506083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114870341450506083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114870341450506083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/wasting-my-time-updates-on-my-effing.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114856551140966887</id><published>2006-05-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:58:31.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"guess who's back back back. back again. gloria's back back back, to blog about sebas sebas bas bas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. retarded. oh well. some changes and alterations to the previous post. =) credits to naim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, sebastian poor poor him, was not the chief trainer. he's only the ASSISTANT trainer. AHAHAH. sad sad sad. poor poor "president" haha, he can be the president of BIG EGO. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naim's fun-ny-ny-ny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" i've fallen head over heels for naim (: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. so here it goes, "i've fallen head over heels for naim." there. happy naim sayang? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BHB sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but i'll add it anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bhb is what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;like you dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;buay hiao bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;like thick-skinned like that la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you expect me to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; glory mad about you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;everybody knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;well, now i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but thats beside the point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08 (x says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the great naim who knows everything dont know what's BHB? now that's something. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114856551140966887?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114856551140966887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114856551140966887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114856551140966887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114856551140966887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-whos-back-back-back.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114856208082069505</id><published>2006-05-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T21:01:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knife called Lust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic&lt;br /&gt;My life is spiraling downward&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t get enough money to go to the \\\"Blood Red Romance\\\" suffocate me dry concert&lt;br /&gt;It sucks because they play some of my favorite songs like, \\\"Stab My Heart cause I Love You\\\" and \\\"Rip Apart My Soul\\\" and of course, \\\"Staby, Rip, Stab, Stab\\\"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its ascertained i have no life. cause yet again im printing maths hol homework for poor poor souls who owns no computer. haha. meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok . results for SL election..&lt;br /&gt;President - Jude Chua&lt;br /&gt;Vice Presidents - Roxane Wee, Gloria Lim, Siti Khairiah Lubis and Naim&lt;br /&gt;Treasurers - Sabrina, Samuel Chung&lt;br /&gt;Secretaries - Valerie Koh, Nadia Rahmat and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chief Trainer - Sebestian.&lt;/strong&gt; (well, actually this is the reason why i posted an entry on this.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it seems that many noticed the vast change in expression on sebestian's face what with everyone saying "he'll be president", he was really confident that that was the position he'll be getting. however, jude was announced as the president. defeated but not giving up, sebestian sat straight up again anticipating he'll at the very least clinch the position as vice president. so slowly mr raj read out the names of the vice presidents, he began to slouch and gave up. but still, he was the chief trainer right. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. last day of school tomorrow. not looking forward to it. neither am i to the Kuala Lunpur trip. the sight seeings are boring man-made shites. i wanna return to kuantan what with the beautiful beaches and BEDS and own DORMS and FIREFLIES and the LAKE FILLED WITH LOTUS FLOWERS. sian!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gotta return to school everyday during the first week of the hols for slc, environmental project and trainings. double sian!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, get yourself a rag, duster and some soap cause it's spring cleaning tomorrow. eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zZ&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;zZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;zZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;zZ&lt;strong&gt;ZZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114856208082069505?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114856208082069505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114856208082069505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114856208082069505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114856208082069505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/knife-called-lust-dear-diary-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114844266894370872</id><published>2006-05-24T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:51:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You said that you would treat me right but it was just a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello all.&lt;br /&gt;im freezing in the com lab listening to when youre looking like that by westlife and kun yuan singing to get out (leave) by jojo. &lt;br /&gt;roxy's having a fever and colin pon school. tsk tsk tsk. but she was nice enough to send me songs so i wont be so bored. =)&lt;br /&gt;well, the girls are playing wrestling on ps2. LOL. funny sia su. scream here scream there. drama mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. know the Smoothie Passion shop that sells bubble tea down at white sands? notice the signboard. haha. it belongs to Sweet Talk. another bubble tes shoppie. hha. funny. they used tape or something to cover the logo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody really should learn manners, sotp being so rude and just learn the proper way to lead her life. right rox? right siti? you guys know what im talking about. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the mentioned on the above's an abomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. i'll be freezing in the com lab.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114844266894370872?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114844266894370872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114844266894370872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114844266894370872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114844266894370872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-said-that-you-would-treat-me-right_24.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114844248956324823</id><published>2006-05-24T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T11:48:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You said that you would treat me right but it was just a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello all.&lt;br /&gt;im freezing in the com lab listening to when youre looking like that by westlife and kun yuan singing to get out (leave) by jojo. &lt;br /&gt;roxy's having a fever and colin pon school. tsk tsk tsk. but she was nice enough to send me songs so i wont be so bored. =)&lt;br /&gt;well, the girls are playing wrestling on ps2. LOL. funny sia su. scream here scream there. drama mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. know the Smoothie Passion shop that sells bubble tea down at white sands? notice the signboard. haha. it belongs to Sweet Talk. another bubble tes shoppie. hha. funny. they used tape or something to cover the logo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody really should learn manners, sotp being so rude and just learn the proper way to lead her life. right rox? right siti? you guys know what im talking about. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the mentioned on the above's an abomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then. i'll be freezing in the com lab.&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114844248956324823?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114844248956324823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114844248956324823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114844248956324823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114844248956324823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-said-that-you-would-treat-me-right.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114838381136769968</id><published>2006-05-23T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:30:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mad about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no life.im sitting in front of my computer waiting for the maths holiday assignments to be printed. school budget la. ask us to print our own.lol. but what the blearh! there's answers! yay! at least that's a plus. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, updates.&lt;br /&gt;sports leaders election was held this morning. haha. i think i'll love the exco. (if rachel's not in though). haha. meanie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo-taking!!! e4 wanted to draw on drawing boards "we are bio students, not." but didnt do it though. you know how mr njoo loves his bio. we're nice people. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports leader's photo-taking timing was a bit.. weird. lol. in the way that no one knew the 'real' timing so most people from our batch didnt turn up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;netball photo taking. LOL. one word. aching. LOL. all in all, we took only 3 photos. vball, however, took about.. 7 was it? tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and hysteria's disbanded. fast right? i knoww. but what to do. people like me cant sing ma. *la la la la la* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohh. DANCE DANCE. for some opening dunno what thing la. sports leaders! im in!! haha. cant wait for DCC to be back too! xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. updates on the election the next time.&lt;br /&gt;good day y'all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114838381136769968?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114838381136769968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114838381136769968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114838381136769968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114838381136769968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/mad-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114821326357897391</id><published>2006-05-21T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:07:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;there may not be another way to your heart i guess i gotta find a new way in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL IS ON NOWW!! &lt;br /&gt;go on. go and laugh you crap out and marvel and be envious of the great voice you dont possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careless whisper.. *inaudible*    xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im offffffffff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114821326357897391?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114821326357897391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114821326357897391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114821326357897391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114821326357897391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-may-not-be-another-way-to-your.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114821214508002838</id><published>2006-05-21T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:49:05.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you took a white orchid turned it blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two days straight at marina square's shops like Zara, Topshop, Mango, i realised a few things.&lt;br /&gt;first, sadly, many nice clothes dont suit me due to my new hair-cut and my flatness. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i need lotsa money to buy clothes. sponsors anyone? =D&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, i fall in love easily with clothes. x)&lt;br /&gt;lastly, i cannot shop in the presence of two people. and expectedly, they are mom and olivia. i just cant. too many comments clouding my thoughts and extra bodies that always block my path in boutiques. like that how to shop huh, shopaholics? lets hear you answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless. i managed to get a top from Mango though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114821214508002838?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114821214508002838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114821214508002838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114821214508002838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114821214508002838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-took-white-orchid-turned-it-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114811632473027286</id><published>2006-05-20T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:12:04.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday's Feelings will all be lost in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some random stuffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&gt;This is a true story abt a boy named Matty. It was told by his mother on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Oprah Show. I dont know about copyright law or whatever, but I think this&lt;br /&gt;&gt;story has to be shared.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Please don't leave me, Matty, I can't live without you..." cried Matty's&lt;br /&gt;&gt;mom as the doctors desperately tried to bring him back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Matty was suffering from some kind of muscular disease that ate up his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;flesh. His teeth and nails were dropping and he was in terrible pain&lt;br /&gt;&gt;everyday. He was rushed to the hospital that day, and his heartbeat had&lt;br /&gt;&gt;stopped. The doctors did their best.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Moments later, Matty awoke and saw his mother, tears of relief streaming&lt;br /&gt;&gt;down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Why'd you bring me back Mom?" breathed Matty. "I was in heaven..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;His mother was shocked. Heaven!? Eversince then, she became unfearful of&lt;br /&gt;&gt;death. She begged Matty not to just leave her like that, and Matty agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;And so Matty lived on, and his condition worsened. Teeth dropped and nails&lt;br /&gt;&gt;decayed as his body deteriorated. Yet he didnt die. His mother saw his&lt;br /&gt;&gt;suffering and realised how selfish she had been.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Then, weeks later, Matty was rushed into hospital yet again. His condition&lt;br /&gt;&gt;was critical. The doctors once again tried their best, but as they did their&lt;br /&gt;&gt;job, the boy's mother told him:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Matty, you dont have to hold on anymore...you dont have to worry about&lt;br /&gt;&gt;me...I will be fine. Do you understand me Matty?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Matty was wearing an oxygen mask and couldn't speak. But he shut his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&gt;tight and opened them again, stating his agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Soon after, his heartbeat stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Not everything is accurate, but the story itself is true. I didnt watch the&lt;br /&gt;&gt;whole show. Main point is, there is a heaven, and the human will to live on&lt;br /&gt;&gt;is very powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hope you guys like the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i saw that particular oprah session and coincidental received this mail from marianne. so i thought i'll post it up here. it's sad though but nice to know that the boy at last passed on after suffering from so long and being dead and undead like a zombie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoooo, here are the pictures to the day at the ice skating rink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting for bernard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smile till you cant see a thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(20).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/iceskating%2820%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;johnny depp = LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2826%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; siti's trying to balance on ice. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2827%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Singl3s on ice! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2836%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colin can skate pretty well. haha. low CG due to mark. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2840%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some random kid practicing some ice skating thingy with a horse. cute, but SPOILT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2853%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;different expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/iceskating(85).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/iceskating%2885%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;marina square's toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;there. all done. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114811632473027286?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114811632473027286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114811632473027286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114811632473027286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114811632473027286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/yesterdays-feelings-will-all-be-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114804753670229533</id><published>2006-05-19T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:05:36.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Killing me softly with his song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guess who's back back back. back again. gloria's back back back celebrate-brate. oko k. lame lame. sorraye-ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh eh. from some e mail. i like i like. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;smiling is infectious;you catch it like a flu.&lt;br /&gt;when someone smiled at me today, i started smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;i passed around the corner and someone saw my grin.&lt;br /&gt;when he smiled, i realised i'd passed it on to him.&lt;br /&gt;i thought about that smile then i realised its worth.&lt;br /&gt;a single smile, just like mine could travel round the earth.&lt;br /&gt;so, if you feel a smile begin, dont leave it undetected.&lt;br /&gt;let's start an epidemic quick, and get this world infected! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. ok ok . down to business. went ice skating with the same group of people again. but there were like a few like not spoil mood la bodoh. argh. went to Carl's Junior to get their Beef Chilli Cheese Fries. wah heaven sia. im like craving for it la now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so th girls and colin went to jurong for ice skating!!! fun fun fun. $11.30 for two hours of crazy bonding and falling down on ICE very expensive meh? kiam siap sehh. damn crazy. somehow i cant view the pictures and cant save it!! so i jist gotta upload another time then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so long lovelies! (roxane's sailing, roxane's sailing, with her parents, across the sea.....) LOL. &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114804753670229533?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114804753670229533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114804753670229533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114804753670229533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114804753670229533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/killing-me-softly-with-his-songguess.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114787460660566499</id><published>2006-05-17T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:09:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cause you're filthy. and you're gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you're disgusting. and you're nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beachdowntown(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2810%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; candid baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2813%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beachdowntown(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2814%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooohh... scarrryyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beachdowntown(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2823%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colin emoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beachdowntown(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2819%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colin and jeremy = the gay couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beachdowntown(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2849%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pads are goodd. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beachdowntown(48).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2848%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beachdowntown(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beachdowntown%2836%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there yall. done. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114787460660566499?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114787460660566499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114787460660566499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114787460660566499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114787460660566499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/cause-youre-filthy.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114787198343665497</id><published>2006-05-17T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:19:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;99 bottles of beer on the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer. you take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall. 98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beer. you take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of beer on the wall...96 bottles of beer on the wall.... and on it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. crazy song. finaly two days ago at the beach roxane and i finished that song!! haha. *siti and jeremy and colin shuts their ears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at long long last! the mid-years are over!! o-v-e-r, over! woohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;a math was SUCKY. so was e math paper 2. paper one was GreAt though. x) freaking easy la. food and nutritions today. 2 effing hours?! torture chamber! half hour into the paper and we're all unconscious on our tables. LOL. not me though. i was cutting erasers and leon's table and vandalising my hand. you people have absolutely no idea how irritating it was when we have an hour and half to slack through without being able to communicate with people man. so we were like bribing mr koh to let us off early. stupid ve to was doing stupid "twiss" signs from across when mrs teng not looking la. like -_-"""  lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arsenal and barcelona match tonight. crazy kean and roxane's gonna wakey wakey to watch it ALL ALONE while we're all snug in our beds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Agents Roxane, Siti, Kean, Colin and Sean, tomorrow morning at white sands macdonalds at TEN O'CLOCK. not a minute later. roger? OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna read the sequels for twilight!! squeals for kim! i love you man!! *faints again* xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agent g over and out. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114787198343665497?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114787198343665497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114787198343665497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114787198343665497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114787198343665497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/99-bottles-of-beer-on-wall-99-bottles.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114757963079288599</id><published>2006-05-14T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:07:10.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>greetings.&lt;br /&gt;was at my cousin's chalet or the past two days and am back to blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;and so we went to the bowling alley at safra but fecided against it and headed to the arcade. crystal and i went to change cash to tokens to play daytona.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the machine and sat there, slot our coins in and get ready to play. (now here's the funny part) i was about to place my hand on the steering wheel but found that there wasnt any!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;here's to my blurness.&lt;br /&gt;cheers. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114757963079288599?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114757963079288599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114757963079288599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114757963079288599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114757963079288599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114742784048174928</id><published>2006-05-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:02:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;wise men say, only fools rush in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i can't help, falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall i stay? would it be a sin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i can't help, falling in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aloha gloria (: i just finished your new layout&lt;br /&gt;if you dont like it, just holler and i'll change it back, haha&lt;br /&gt;you're having fun at your cousin's chalet while i'm rotting at home&lt;br /&gt;i'll go run along now and try t beat your hexic score :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/hexic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/hexic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would you look at this! woohoo woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. so much for th conference, you distracted moma! &lt;br /&gt;left me and siti so confused, haha :D have fun baybeh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114742784048174928?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114742784048174928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114742784048174928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114742784048174928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114742784048174928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/wise-men-say-only-fools-rush-in-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114726737566564320</id><published>2006-05-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:28:24.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-zsIwlWhlA" width="380" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the lyrics to this b-e-a-utiful song. enjoy. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Foolish Games"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took your coat off and stood in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;You're always crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;And I watched from my window,&lt;br /&gt;Always felt I was outside looking in on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You're always the mysterious one with&lt;br /&gt;Dark eyes and careless hair&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You were fashionably sensitive&lt;br /&gt;But too cool to care.&lt;br /&gt;You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;Besides some comment on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus 1]&lt;br /&gt;Well in case you failed to notice,&lt;br /&gt;In case you failed to see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This is my heart bleeding before you,&lt;br /&gt;This is me down on my knees&lt;/span&gt;, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;These foolish games are tearing me apart,&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You're breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always brilliant in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.&lt;br /&gt;You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;As I clumsily strummed my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd teach me of honest things,&lt;br /&gt;Things that were daring, things that were clean.&lt;br /&gt;Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.&lt;br /&gt;I hid my soiled hands behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the line, I must've gone&lt;br /&gt;Off track with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-Chorus 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who gave a damn,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody more like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;You took your coat off,&lt;br /&gt;Stood in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;You're always crazy like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114726737566564320?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114726122079835827</id><published>2006-05-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:40:20.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soccer boots on display at macdonalds!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;event of the year. sean's soccer boots up on display at white sands macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;that is the joke of the year too. it so happened that on one so not very special day, he left his boots at macdonalds. so, the next day he went back asking for it and the person said there's no boots reported found. so the sad sad sad sean kimmy kimmy kimmy walked out of white sands head hung low. (exaggerated for the better effect. =) picked this point up from naim's story telling. lol) and so, a few days past, days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months but nooo months didnt turn into years. and on a not so very special day, namely today, his boots are found hanging on display at macdonalds along with four other soccer jerseys. they're like all recycled la. none was new. lol. now they're investigating if the boots is indeed sean's one. well he could identify all the defects so yeah.. amazing story of the lost and found soccer boots. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. add maths paper suck like fuck la. shhh. lets not say anything about todays paper. =) i hate naim and nicholas and bak weng and aline and valerie koh and shermaine for being soo good at maths. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry soda!! oh oh . Twilight is currently on loan at white sands library. i give myself cradit for the advertisement made. LOL. i still cant rid my brain of the lingering edward from the book though. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long and good night. edward! *faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114726122079835827?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114726122079835827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114726122079835827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114726122079835827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114726122079835827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/soccer-boots-on-display-at-macdonalds.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114708889914054511</id><published>2006-05-08T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:48:19.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight</title><content type='html'>hello fellow humanoids. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, presently im crazy over the book titled Twilight. its really really so so so so so so so so (okay you get what im driving at)so much better than any nicholas sparks' romance novels. *faints* and it's the author's first book. im like head over heels in love with the vampire in that book. THAT i bet lotsa people know. ve to couldnt stand it when i was so engrossed in reading the book. quote - "i can't stand it when someone reads till like that sia" (note the "sia" at the end. he does that a lot apparently.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here's a gist of the story. this girl, name isabella swan just moved from phoenix to forks where her dad was. her parents kinda split up so yeah. and she set eyes on a bunch of people different from the rest in the canteen. they were all gorgeous, oh-so-perfect and were very very graceful. they all had very very pale skin though. they're vampires btw only she didnt know then. they were the "good" ones though. and soon bella and edward, who was seventeen and one of the vamps, fell deeply in love. but he was dangerous to her as he found it hard to resist not drinking bella's blood every now and then. well, he, edward, whose skin is like pale too AND icy cold to the skin. and the story goes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh so sweet. i cant stand it. i cant help gushing abuot it to almost everyone. namely roxane egan valerie koh and yi tian. and kim and farizah. apparently, all of them thinks im crazy. LOL. but i cant blame them. val on the other hand, has fallen for the book too. haha and im like practically in love with the edward guy, the vamp, in the book. haha. sadly its just a fantasy, a fictatious creature thats oh-so-perfect even though his skin sparkles like diamonds in the sun. and they dont sleep. neither do they eat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who cares? he's so.. ahhh. *faints* oh oh . there's one part where after edward had kissed isabella, she fainted. haha. and edward's eyes are butterscotch and gold.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where oh where can you find a special someone like that? *eyes shining and building castles in the air*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, luiting kinda accidentally dropped the book in the book drop while attempting to show rox and i something. =((( though i've finished reading the book, (this would sound really stupid and childish to you) but i bu she de. &lt; (cant bear). haha. gosh, i AM going bonkers. i wished the book will never end. its like i wish'ed it'll never end but constantly flipping the pages and reading the book as fast as i can in anticipation of what would happen next. haha. the book really did me in. i couldnt sleep last night after reading it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, go borrow it or something if you may. i love it so much and you might too. especially those who love stories on vampires ANd romance. ahhh. *faints again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantasizing... *grins* &lt;&lt; ahhhh. his grin and his eyes. omg omg sorry! LOL. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114708889914054511?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114708889914054511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114708889914054511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114708889914054511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114708889914054511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/twilight.html' title='twilight'/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114689282232565001</id><published>2006-05-06T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:20:22.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my sweet angel of mercy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;back to blog yet again. oh and i realised how crazy my family was and still is. lol. its not fun though, living in a crazy family that is. you'll grow to be a partial deaf. what with others flying away to another country with not a notice beforehand. and dads going crazy trying to keep track of mum and whatever whatever. ALSO, violent screaming always having spasms sisters who does weird things to attract attention especially when youre still only HALF-awake from your slumber and wanting to continue lying down in comfort but cant cause she's making such a fuss and that just the slight presence of her being in the same room as her, you just cant take it. and how she splashes sauce all over your ONLY uniform and cries when youre angry and when its all your fault? haha. nono you people know nothing about MY family. we're al weirdos. that is ascertained by our friends and also by ourselves on the rest of our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hah. that was really random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ya! i AM bombarded by problems of my close fellow humanoids. i myself have no clue to what im gonna do to mine. LOL. but i dont mind. haha. help someone and you'll be helped twice in return. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"all the boy's the same ever since the seventh grade" - beep by pcd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ive got phrases here and there but can anyone help me or give me inspiration? im always halfway. i know what to write but no idea how to put it in nicely! argh. shane! youre great at this and i need your help as much as you need mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114689282232565001?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114689282232565001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114689282232565001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114689282232565001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114689282232565001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-sweet-angel-of-mercy-back-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114688397012911047</id><published>2006-05-06T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T10:52:50.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was a loser kid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello blog hoppers. i woke up this morning with 3 messages. i usually wake up being more fresh seeing messages people send me in the middle of the night. today was exceptional though. not a tinge of happiness in all the messages. no idea how to put it in words but who cares? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh well. when was the last time i blogged? wednesday? argh. backtrack.. this is gonna be boring. when has my life been interesting?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday.. geography paper.. it wasnt that bad. it was good actually. didnt have time to check my work though. i knew how to answer all questions only thing i aint sure was if i answered correctly. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday.. ENGLISH PAPER 1. disappointed though. wanted to write about poison. somehow not a teeny weeny bit of inspiration. ended up with the arcade thingy. x( at least it was descriptive? oh gosh. sucky sucky sucky. didnt manage to add in the sunset part though. the painter splashing blue paint den purple and den at last all his paint thingy. didnt have time. why didnt i think of writing a love story? argh. at least &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;POISON&lt;/span&gt; became yet another song. lol. yi tian val and i are going crazy with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;songs&lt;/span&gt;. boredom boredom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after school came home early because we had to clear the school. went to meet yi tian val leon and aaron at expo. late late late. somehow leon and aaron was there already. why lie that they are at kfc when there's no kfc there? so.. we played with them. yeah we ordered food and waited damn long for them la! ROFL. den aaron's dad came and fetch us. x))) mnijgam figure THAT out yourself. but it was really wasted but fun la. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aaron can play everything&lt;/span&gt; la bodoh. and i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt; look &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt; sitting there oKAYYYY. thats all. we'll gather back again after the exams. x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh oh amd im &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;euphoric&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dcc's coming back together&lt;/span&gt;!! xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;sweet sweet poison oh so willingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;i drank every drop;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;drowned myself in thee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;empty now, i hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;your venomous lips no lesser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okie dokie. with lotsa &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;, im off. whoosh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114688397012911047?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114688397012911047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114688397012911047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114688397012911047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114688397012911047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-loser-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114662796957408780</id><published>2006-05-03T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T11:51:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pigs can fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. my blog's finally operating again. yay. how exciting i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. my life's been the same if thats what you wanna ask me. and currently, the com im using now doesnt have a mouth unlike other coms. no music's coming out and im frustrated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mid-years. i bet everyone's freaking out right now. i only hope i'll do well for all subjects and do great for english. i'll be really disppointed if i get a 20 for composition. www.paper.com/3e4. haha. people, dont try going to the paper webby. just some lame shite by me. yi tian's beside me now. say hi. "hi" haha. "actually i blogged about you the first part already." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a piece of my first ever oh-so-pathetic piece of you-know-what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pleaseplease no baby&lt;br /&gt;you were special, dont abandon me"&lt;br /&gt;words said. insicerity.&lt;br /&gt;hearing you mutter "you'd stay"&lt;br /&gt;with not a tinge of dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint your typical artsy chimology kinda thang but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;color="#000000"&gt;cheers people, lets make peace. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114662796957408780?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114662796957408780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114662796957408780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114662796957408780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114662796957408780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/05/pigs-can-fly.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114528249635189232</id><published>2006-04-17T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:01:36.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green is good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;muscle pull. fun rightttt. hah.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, lotsa broken hearts were heard shattering outside our class during lunchbreak today. yeah. and it had to be at MY place. smart alec to think of such a "damn good plan la" - quoted from alexandrew. uh-huh, aka the smart alec i was mentioning about. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxane's all up-tight and depressed and everything now watching the match with MANCHESTER UNITED and Tottenham. oh, and she says she's a computer technology jinx. i mean hello? look at me! just look, do i look like a computer genius? nono, im like such an airhead when it comes to computer and stuffs like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now mel's guilty. lol. i wonder if anyone has ever told him he looks like the character from nightmare before christmas in his display pic. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes yes, blog about how depressed i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hurrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;knowing you can't have them. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;already did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glory The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;poor me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wallow myself in self sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;slit wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;za&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;eeemmooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehehehex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and a while later..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!!!GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!!!GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!!!GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!!!GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!!!GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!!!GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TOTTEMHAM.. SUCKERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy deadbeat sweetheartbeat says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some pictures from yi tian on our class, 3e4 in a candid kinda way. enjoy. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/3e4%20candid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/3e4%20candid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uh-huh, our class alright. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/aaron%20and%20marjorie.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/aaron%20and%20marjorie.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha. i know what youre wondering. what is aaron trying to do to majorie. right right righttt? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. the rest of them pictures dont seem to wanna appear here. ahh.sian. i'll leave you with the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:link.stardust.deep-passion.net/3e4"&gt;click.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114528249635189232?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114528249635189232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114528249635189232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114528249635189232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114528249635189232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/green-is-good-muscle-pull.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114518111656715148</id><published>2006-04-16T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T17:51:57.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self-defence isn't murder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough. Featuring Jennifer Lopez, Bill Campbell, Juliette Lewis, Tessa Allen and Dan Futterman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/Enough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/Enough.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SYNOPSIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working-class waitress Slim (Jennifer Lopez, Maid in Manhattan) thought she was entering a life of domestic bliss when she married Mitch (Billy Campbell, TV's "Once and Again"), the man of her dreams. After the arrival of their first child, her picture perfect life is shattered when she discovers Mitch's hidden possessive dark side, a controlling and abusive alter ego that can turn trust, love and tranquility into terror. Terrified for her child's safety, Slim flees with her daughter. Relentless in his pursuit and enlisting the aid of lethal henchmen, Mitch continually stalks the prey that was once his family. Finally, Slim is forced to fight back, engaging Mitch in a physical and psychological battle, showing him that she's had ENOUGH! Jennifer Lopez delivers an electrifying performance as a new breed of action hero in director Michael Apted's (The World Is Not Enough) harrowing, high-style hit thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"J. Lo rocks!An edge-of-your-seat thriller." - Richard Reid, NORTHWEST CABLE NEWS (Seattle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A jarring thriller. Lopez holds the screen in a star performance." -Stephen Holden, THE NEW YORK TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/cover-enough-0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/cover-enough-0220.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-huh, self-defence ain't no murder. males arent stronger and better than females. uh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great show. go rent the DVD or something. quotes from above, "An edge-of-your-seat thriller." &lt;&lt;&lt; that, i agree so. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114518111656715148?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114518111656715148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114518111656715148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114518111656715148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114518111656715148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/self-defence-isnt-murder.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114511013230944711</id><published>2006-04-15T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T22:08:52.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erase the past but no, you cannot rewind reality once the tape's unrolled&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret NOT getting the nike black and green glossy shiny sling the last time. now it'a gone. gone gone gone. went almost everywhere, called branches but nobody seem to have any stock no more. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napfa, all As baby. beat my record for standing board jump. from 193cm to 198cm. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy baby. we are sad sad people. no bags no nothing. and dont bother checking the nike website. youll find nothing there. and ebay dont seem to have the freaking bag either. gosh. i wish someone would just turn up in front of me holding the bag or something. lol. woshful thinking man. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. caught "take the lead" today at cineleisure. antonio banderez is such a gentleman in the movie. haha. love his accent. =) hostel's out already. R21 dammit. expected though. am so looking forward to "pirates of the caribbean" to be screening...  am having headaches due to excessive intake of the famous amos cookies now. oh oh oh, and oh god, nydc's baked rice is deliciouso! cant say the same for their cuppaccino there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THE BLACK AND GREEN NIKE BAG DAMMIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114511013230944711?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114511013230944711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114511013230944711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114511013230944711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114511013230944711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/erase-past-but-no-you-cannot-rewind.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114494053614782172</id><published>2006-04-13T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:10:24.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh gosh. i just printed out 14 sheets of paper for my math corrections and all that. i know im wayy wayyyy behind time doing all these for math but i have no time to literary sit staring at the computer with my book and copying ALL the many many corrections could i possibly? and to make it worse, i had forgotten to bring home my a math book. clever gloria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;balloons!!! hahhaa. tiny mini balloons they were. they got released after all that fuss over NE day. christian was like giving them away picking at the strands of thread. haha. they were supposed to be released. some people stole and hid them away. but apparently people like alex got theirs taken by the teachers who claims he wanted it for his child or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;roxy and i walked over to white sands. roxy wanted to go to the library to loan some books but it seems they were all on loan. hahha. we were actually strolling down to mac when we spotted kee han. suddenly this smal pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me down and down and down the escalators rushing to mac. LOL. she did litarary dragged me okay. even with me asking her to not run she was taking strides despite her short limbs. LOL. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;why why why? kawaii? im gonna turn kawaii man roxane! haha. if i succeed, i might receive a red balloon too and maybe surprises on mondays. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;balloons &gt; air &gt; helium! hahaa. roxy "koped" kee han's balloon and took it home with her in the bus. but the balloon didnt manage to last the journey home im sad to say. haha. cause roxy thought it fun to suck the helium in it all in her little body. haha. her voice was like. high. haha. i laughed till my sides ached man. she is soo retarded. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i sympathize with your phoneless situation roxy. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;goodbye yellow brick road.&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/10482304-114494053614782172?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114494053614782172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114494053614782172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114494053614782172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114494053614782172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/worst-way-to-miss-someone-is-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114489869913616115</id><published>2006-04-13T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T11:51:06.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog blog blog.&lt;br /&gt;went over to west grand's myspace page. listened to their songs. pretty good. BUT. i think daphne khoo sounds weird with them. i want BRYAN BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! her voice's too sweet. i want bryan! "say what i say! do what i do! i want bryan!!" no offence in saying this but i had goose pimples rising upon hearing her voice. i guess it doesn't help that i'm typing this and listening to them in a fully air-conditioned room does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114489869913616115?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114489869913616115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114489869913616115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114489869913616115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114489869913616115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-blog-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114481171961252425</id><published>2006-04-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:28:24.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11.00am.&lt;br /&gt;im having a two period food and nutrition lesson now. yet to get my textbook and apparently i have no writing materials with me now therefore i gotta jot everything down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F 'n' N mid years on the 17th april.&lt;br /&gt;On unit 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 10 and 12.&lt;br /&gt;TA identify the keywords and elaborate each unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research.. (hand in next week!)&lt;br /&gt;- white meat / red meat&lt;br /&gt;- nutritive content of the meat&lt;br /&gt;- how to tenderise meat&lt;br /&gt;- effects of heat on meat (proteins)&lt;br /&gt;- how to store meat&lt;br /&gt;- methods of cooking meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipes..&lt;br /&gt;2 meat dishes. 1 hour and 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredients list, equipment list, practical time plan and 2 recipes tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bring diskette&lt;/strong&gt; for the three period lesson tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Meat&lt;/strong&gt; is a common &lt;strong&gt;food comodity&lt;/strong&gt; used in our &lt;strong&gt;local diet&lt;/strong&gt;. Plan a &lt;strong&gt;healthy balance diet&lt;/strong&gt; using meat as the &lt;strong&gt;main ingredient&lt;/strong&gt;. Use the &lt;strong&gt;Healthy Food Pyramid guideline&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Dietary Guideline in planning meal&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;websites for stuffs on meat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://link.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_meat"&gt;white meat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i have pains on my right arm and shoulder blade. i have heart problems!!!  lol&lt;br /&gt;for now, the screen is black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114481171961252425?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114481171961252425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114481171961252425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114481171961252425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114481171961252425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/11.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114480083724482527</id><published>2006-04-12T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:13:57.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>april 12th, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;8.06am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparing for school. waited up just so i could use the com but it seems people just don't get it leaving the com while being signed in and snoozing at the sofa. yes it pisses me off. so what? im just this girl whom she can turn to when she feels the urge to criticize. yes im a bimbo. yes im a poseur. yes i screwed up. yes i know you hate me. yes im a fucker whatever. say what you want. do what you do. i steal YOUR songs. i mess up YOUR computer. im using all of your bags. im doing what YOU do. im a copycat. im a slut wearing your halter. whatever okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114480083724482527?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114480083724482527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114480083724482527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114480083724482527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114480083724482527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-12th-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114455366477028586</id><published>2006-04-09T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:34:24.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's what boredom brings me, nice videos from great movies. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"cause we are living in a material world and i am a material girl" x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z90glRzVLpo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z90glRzVLpo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be (moulin rouge vid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShoYvN4vk1Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ShoYvN4vk1Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some "tribute" thingy for "satine" LOL (song by evanescence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZqDLb7RuZI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KZqDLb7RuZI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brokeback mountain - maybe this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/riTZoqDqmKY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/riTZoqDqmKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics. nice song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two old friends met again &lt;br /&gt;wearing older faces &lt;br /&gt;talk about places they've been &lt;br /&gt;two old sweethearts fell apart &lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the globe &lt;br /&gt;how are they to know &lt;br /&gt;that someday they'll meet again &lt;br /&gt;and never need for more than reminicising &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** maybe this time &lt;br /&gt;it'll be love and they'll find &lt;br /&gt;maybe now they can be more than just friends &lt;br /&gt;'s back in his life &lt;br /&gt;and it feels so right &lt;br /&gt;maybe this time &lt;br /&gt;love won't end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the same old feeling back again &lt;br /&gt;it's the one that they had back when &lt;br /&gt;they were to young to know when love's real &lt;br /&gt;but somehow some things never change &lt;br /&gt;and even time hasn't cooled the flame &lt;br /&gt;it's burning here and brighter than it did before &lt;br /&gt;it got another chance and if they take it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling like used to smile &lt;br /&gt;way back then &lt;br /&gt;he's feeling like he used to feel &lt;br /&gt;way back when they tried &lt;br /&gt;what something can't been &lt;br /&gt;waiting for this magic moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114455366477028586?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114455366477028586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114455366477028586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114455366477028586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114455366477028586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/heres-what-boredom-brings-me-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114454869221719450</id><published>2006-04-09T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:18:08.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJ4N-tQBHaY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vJ4N-tQBHaY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the acoustic version for coheed and cambria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, the three videos from the previoussss post. please be reminded that you have to press play and than pause and wait for it to be done loading before you're able to play the videos smoothly thank you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting, the power slut girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijkvNj3Yy2I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijkvNj3Yy2I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for EMO people. haha. gosh.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AC1DA9A27ms"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AC1DA9A27ms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, the video from boa i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlSZ3z6TwI0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qlSZ3z6TwI0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. im done. x)&lt;br /&gt;with no help. haha. "bimbo clap" -_-""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114454869221719450?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114454869221719450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114454869221719450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114454869221719450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114454869221719450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/heres-acoustic-version-for-coheed-and.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114454851309028518</id><published>2006-04-09T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:08:33.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's like your a drug&lt;br /&gt;It's like your a demon I can't face down&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm running from you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I let you have all the power&lt;br /&gt;It's like the only company I seek is misery all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like your a leech&lt;br /&gt;Sucking the life from me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Without you inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I let you have all the power&lt;br /&gt;And I realize I'm never gonna quit you over time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't think&lt;br /&gt;Without you interrupting me&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You've taken over me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm giving up slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's like your a ghost that's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know these voices in my head are mine alone&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll never change my ways if I don't give you up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't see anything&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but you&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to you&lt;br /&gt;It's like I can't think&lt;br /&gt;Without you interrupting me&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You've taken over me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked on you&lt;br /&gt;I need a fix&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Just one more hit&lt;br /&gt;I promise I can deal with it&lt;br /&gt;I'll handle it, quit it&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time, then that's it&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit more to get me through this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: roxy, remember this song???? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hola people.&lt;br /&gt;i need people to teach me how to put videos from youtube onto my blog post.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. im missing church today. meeting roxy at 2 at tampines control station. my tuition partner!! all female species. LOL. we're gonna turn les. haha.&lt;br /&gt;hmm. people should download the acoustic version of welcome home by coheed and cambria. its really good. x) the video's on my friendster page btw. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need players for hexic bejeweled or minesweeper flags anyone?&lt;br /&gt;im bored outta my wits without itunes. apparently ive been banned from using it if not the owner's "gonna slash your wrists with a penknife". ooohh, EMO! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition tuition. i wanna shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114454851309028518?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114454851309028518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114454851309028518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114454851309028518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114454851309028518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-like-your-drug-its-like-your-demon.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114448797540155466</id><published>2006-04-08T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T17:19:35.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops, some amendments for the entry before the previous.&lt;br /&gt;instructors saiful and alex were from my previous camp too. sports leaders camp. haha. alex was my grp's instructor and saiful aka sky, was our camp chief.&lt;br /&gt;and, we (girls) had to clean the toilet after the camp fire.&lt;br /&gt;why? because apparently, even before the first day ends, some disgusting people used the toilets and did not dispose of their pads properly. hence, the girls toilets were flooded and sandy and PADS and DISPOSABLE PANTIES and PANTYLINERS were floating around the cubicles. gross, totally. inconsiderate son of a bitch. those fuckers. arghhhhh. how can people get so inconsiderate. even used pads were flaoting around with blood stains on the toilet floors. EEEEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough grossing you out. bye. =)&lt;br /&gt;once again, double gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114448797540155466?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114448797540155466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114448797540155466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114448797540155466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114448797540155466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/oops-some-amendments-for-entry-before.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114446583779575998</id><published>2006-04-08T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:10:37.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another head hangs lowly&lt;br /&gt;Child is slowly taken&lt;br /&gt;And the violence caused such silence&lt;br /&gt;Who are we mistaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see it's not me,&lt;br /&gt;it's not my family&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your&lt;br /&gt;head they are fighting&lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs&lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns&lt;br /&gt;In your head,&lt;br /&gt;In your head they are cryin'&lt;br /&gt;In your head&lt;br /&gt;Zombie&lt;br /&gt;What's in your head, in your head&lt;br /&gt;Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother's breakin'&lt;br /&gt;heart is taking over&lt;br /&gt;when the violence causes silence&lt;br /&gt;We must be mistaken&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme since 1916&lt;br /&gt;In your head,&lt;br /&gt;In your head they're still fightin'&lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs&lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns&lt;br /&gt;In your head they are dyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head&lt;br /&gt;Zombie&lt;br /&gt;What's in your head, in your head&lt;br /&gt;Zombie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114446583779575998?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114446583779575998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114446583779575998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114446583779575998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114446583779575998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-head-hangs-lowly-child-is.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114446322809910080</id><published>2006-04-08T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:31:01.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday, 08 April 2006.&lt;br /&gt;time check - 0959 exactly.&lt;br /&gt;status - BORED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a few videos to entertain people as bored as me and kim especially when theres no one online at this time. all the pigs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, the power slut girls! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=ijkvNj3Yy2I&lt;br /&gt;ok ok. that was so lame.. but entertaining right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up.. EMO!!!! ROFL&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=AC1DA9A27ms&lt;br /&gt;leon, thats for you. x) and for all the EMO people out there. oh, and for shane too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, girls, for you to cry like roxy did before. x) "boohooo..."&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=dtyqasWoJjM&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form previous post, "for the above three videos, i have no idea if it would be visible. just testing. sorry if im hopeless with stuffs concerning the computer. *screams for roxy's rescue*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, yeah, i give up. roxy went to walk ruffus and left me alone to screw up this post. LOL. kiddin. so yeah, go to those links to view..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114446322809910080?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114446322809910080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114446322809910080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114446322809910080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114446322809910080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/saturday-08-april-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114440203567195488</id><published>2006-04-07T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T17:39:45.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lost and broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hopeless and lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Smiling on the outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;and hurt beneath my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;My eyes are fading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;My soul is bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll try to make it seem okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;But my faith is wearing thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;o help me heal these wounds,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;They've been open for way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Help me fill this hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Even though this is not your fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;That I'm open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And I'm bleeding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;All over your brand new rug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And I need someone to help me sew them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I only wanted a magazine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I only wanted a movie screen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I only wanted the life I'd read about and dreamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And now my mind is an open book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And now my heart is an open wound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And now my life is an open soul for all to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;But help me heal these wounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;They've been open for way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Help me fill this hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Even though this is not your fault,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;That I'm open and I'm bleeding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;All over your brand new rug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;And I need someone to help me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;So you come along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I push you away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Then kick and scream for you to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Cuz I need someone to help me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh I need someone to help me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;To help me heal these wounds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;They've been open for way too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Help me fill this hole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even though this is not your fault&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEC 3 CAMP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;3e4 wasn't as co-operative nor were they as good a class as i hoped and then wished we would be. but oh well, we (val khoo, elsen, ve to, su and i)tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One.&lt;br /&gt;- met roxy at mac for some breafast.&lt;br /&gt;- got allocated to our groups. 07.&lt;br /&gt;- introduction of our instructors. Noris and AHMAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- challenge rope course aka crc i did not manage to do.&lt;br /&gt;- hard time gathering people and giving instructions.&lt;br /&gt;- missed raft building due to the rain. and so everyone sing sang sung cheers. &lt;noise&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everybody was complaining about this and that. fussy spoiled brats. sad to say, most of them spoiled brats were my classmates..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two.&lt;br /&gt;- woke up with mosquito bites. *calamine calamine calamine lotion*&lt;br /&gt;- sea kayaking. woohoo!!! haha. we were made to stand up on our kayaks and sing a song. scary yet great fun! hah.&lt;br /&gt;- LOST lots of our TIME for our general station. why? cause some vain ladies prefer taking their own sweet time and hold up our activities. "god blast them"&lt;br /&gt;- zipline aka flying fox. was the 9th person up there. loved the scenery from there with the different shades of sea and greenery below.&lt;br /&gt;- rock wall climbing! was so proud of myself for being the first girl and first person to reach the top! haha. no one before me did it. haha. Aaron kinda motivated me a little as i didnt want him to be the forst to complete it. and so, i was the 1st! muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;- didnt have the time for abseiling.&lt;br /&gt;- campfire performance, instructor Noris was stumped for words. she " didnt know how you did it but you did it and there was an echo!"&lt;br /&gt;(the stars were beautiful that night, hanging in the sky like candles in the wind. the orion's belt was stunning. imagine. campfire, stars, darkness, the beach...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Three.&lt;br /&gt;- woke up after a night of beauty sleep without caring about those irritating planes. val lost her voice! my throat was sore..&lt;br /&gt;- did area cleaning at the canteen. swept and swept and swept till my back hurts.swept for what seemed like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;- prize giving.. as expected, e4 was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;- stopped over at delifrance with shane kean sean and colin. they were indeed grinning from ear to ear and devouring the food like there was no tomorrow. hah.&lt;br /&gt;- home sweet home says roxane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e4's meeting at tanah merah at 2 and im not going. anit-social but ive had to much the past three days.&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;great thanks to the instructors AHMAD, Noris, Polar, Alex, Fizah, Saiful and all. here. i wish instructor ahmad all the best after leaving Camelot and then serving the policeforce. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114440203567195488?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114440203567195488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114440203567195488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114440203567195488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114440203567195488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/lost-and-brokenhopeless-and-lonely.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114419881104372348</id><published>2006-04-05T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:00:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(I wanna love you but I,but I better not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your cruel device&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;your blood, like ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;One look, could kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My pain, your thrill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna love you but I better not touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna kiss you but I want it too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your poison running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't wanna play these games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(I wanna love you but I,but I better not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your mouth, so hot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your web, I'm caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your skin, so wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Black lace, on sweat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hear you calling and it's needles and pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't wanna touch you but you're under my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your poison running through my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Your poison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't wanna break these chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;05 April 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of sec 3 camp.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had those kinda phone you could go online to. haha. that way i could blog after everyday in camp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;well, it seems many people are looking forward to this camp but not that many are too. i just hope it won't be those camp who gives you this little amount of time for you to bathe and everything. hate those kind. oh, and hopefully 3e4 would like bond and have class spirit like e5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed my bag. dont plan to bring sleeping bag and utensils. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the next three days, i'll be rid of that rascal. "hallelujah" =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114419881104372348?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114419881104372348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114419881104372348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114419881104372348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114419881104372348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/poison-i-wanna-love-you-but-ibut-i.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114416169884455182</id><published>2006-04-04T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T22:41:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the time being, scoot over to roxy's blog for the latest. it'll be about the same. for now, i gotta check my mail and sort everything out! i hate it when my com crashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114416169884455182?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114416169884455182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114416169884455182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114416169884455182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114416169884455182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-time-being-scoot-over-to-roxys.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114363730439685058</id><published>2006-03-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:01:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im blogging about once every two days now huh. hah.&lt;br /&gt;about the previous entry, yes, my brain sent the reminder to blog about roxane playing the Virus Game on senior im's phone to the dumps. lol.&lt;br /&gt;haha. my composition once again, i smile. =)  hah. it wasnt what i would call, well written though.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we, the sec 3 express classes spent curriculum time having this Celebrate Life! workshop. it was a little on BGR, and marriage, sex, contraceptives and abortion. "adoption not abortion" and they showed this video which was really graphical. viewer discretion adviced. lol. shermaine sheryl and roxane were like nono i dont wanna seeee. haha. it was pretty gross and disheartening. the poor deformed babies that didnt get to see the world.&lt;br /&gt;so, today. went over to com lab 3 for food and nutrition lesson on theory.  most of us werent listening though. everyone practically couldnt bear to lift their fingers off of the keyboards. miss lee seemed really frustrated. managed to squeeze in testimonials for shermaine and sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;training. was expecting a lighter training today as training was definitely not slack on monday and everyone was still suffering from aches and stuffs like that. but nono, we ran about thirteen rounds around the school compound. crazy eh? senior jolene's intention was to give us 5 push-ups for every drop ball or any other mistake when on monday we only did 2 for any mistake. but didnt do it though. hah. cause why? miss cai oh-so-politely invited us to jog ten rounds. i was like.. "omfg". and all the way while running and running round the school compound and appreciating the sight of rain drops falling onto my skin and enjoying puddles of water splash up my calf, i was like mumbling to amanda "im gonna die im gonna die" LOL. crazy. weird. hilarious. i know i know.&lt;br /&gt;well, looking forward to danceworks this sat!! xD   seeing the girls practise make me wanna dance too!!! argh!! siti!!!! dance dance, LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i got my heels!!! yay!!! "shhh." x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios and peace people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;please stay sweet my dear dont hate me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114363730439685058?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114363730439685058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114363730439685058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114363730439685058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114363730439685058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-blogging-about-once-every-two-days.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114346454437699864</id><published>2006-03-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:02:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish my life was this song, cause songs they never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could write for years and years and never have to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’d show you how I feel, without saying a word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could wrap up both our hearts, I know this sounds absurd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I saw the tears on your face……I shot you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I slammed the door but couldn't make a sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please stay sweet my dear……don’t hate me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can’t tell how this last song ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way that I feel tonight, so down so down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray I can swim just so I won’t drown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the waves that crash over me…….I gasping for air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand so I can breath…as I write this last song down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I saw the tears on your face……I shot you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I slammed the door but couldn’t make a sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please stay sweet my dear…….don’t hate me now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can’t tell how this last song ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The broken glass, your moistened skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was everything……was everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your broken voice……was quivering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your everything……..your everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scream at me make it the best I ever heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh out loud I know it sounds absurd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scream at me make it the best I ever heard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your everything……..your everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart beats slowing, pains are growing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does she love you, that’s worth knowing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At long last, a chance to blog. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;church. denny overslept. that pig. no chance to play with larissa anymore till he comes back from Shanghai. went to the nearby coffeeshop for lunch. the plate of wonton noodles my cousin ordered had a cockroach in it. like so gross. showed the vendor and got scolded. retarded hawker. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went over to cousin's place to get some second-hand clothes. got this really really nice flowwy skirt whoch i am gonna wear to this sat's danceworks! needs a pair of heels..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so, as i was saying, we headed over to plaza sing and shopped. bought lotsa food and stuffs from carefour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MONDAY &lt;em&gt;(today)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;school. boring la. english. have yet to receive the composition we have written before the hols. i so wanna see my grade for that piece of essay what with jellyfish stinging and all. but nooooo, she made us do some worksheets. *rolls eyes* oh, and apparently, somebody used the so-called idion "raining cats and dogs" yeah. it is all right to do that but that unknown person actually wrote "raining small mammals" Lol. oh, and i am surprised i knew how to do like most of the indices questions for today's math afternoon programme. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;trainingg. four rounds. *hyperventilates and faints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; sorry but i am a weak person with noooo stamina. =)  oooooooooh, my stomach!! im feeling a little something what with the sit-ups and cruntches (however you spell it) during PE plus, netball training today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*shouts for val "six-pac! at least the outline or something"* x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/10482304-114346454437699864?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114346454437699864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114346454437699864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm desperate for your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm listening to the song we used to sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the car, do you remember &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Butterfly, Early Summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born to tell you I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay with me tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because every breath that you will take &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while you are sitting next to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Chorus) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;roxane and i are like so undecisive when it comes to choosing math tuition. LOL. and we have finally decided (i hope) to go over to kean's tuition. there are advantages. *nudges roxane*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so, we three poor wandering souls, kean, sean and i, went over to roxy's for some DVDS. watched house of wax though rox and i have watched it before. apparently, kean and sean spent all their "guan cai ben" and "lao po ben", which means their funeral money and money for bride-price, all on food and renting the DVDs. hah. i didnt have a single cent on me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the show, back to the future happened to be on HBO and so we watched it with much interest. =) when it ended we were like i wanna watch back to the future 2. LOL. being bored and everything, sean and kean fell asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we played monopoly.the singapore version. and being the sua-ku and mean me, i bought all the land i came upon regardless of how roxy wanted them. hah. but we managed to reach a compromise and exchanged property. haha. i ended up as the big winner! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had dinner over at rox's place. her mom was so nice to make it such a nice dinner with all the fanciful stuffs on the table. haha. her dad cooks great food too! hah. it was like having a thanksgiving or christmas dinner or something. really cool. hah. and suddenly, kean's manners all popped out. until he left the house, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shared a cab with sean literally but not financially as i didnt have a single cent like i mentioned before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;great day. great fun. great FOOD! haha. i wanna go over for dinner some time again! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks rox, aunt and uncle wee! haha. and to rachel too. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*smacks lips, rubs tummy and grinned.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114329717770869340?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114329717770869340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114329717770869340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114329717770869340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114329717770869340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/waiting-for-your-call-im-sick-call-im.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114320426176588097</id><published>2006-03-24T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:44:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Didn't you want to hear the sound of all the places we could go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Do you fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;the expressions on the faces we don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It's a cold hard road when you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;and I don't think that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Have the strength to let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Maybe it's just me, Couldn't you believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;that everything I said and did, wasn't just deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And the tear in your eye, and your calm hard face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;makes me wish that I was never brought into this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;There goes my ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;It might as well have been shattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;and I'm here to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;about the things that mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;about the things that made us feel alive for oh so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;about the things that kept you on my side when I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And someday, I promise I'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;And someday, I might even sing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;To you, I might even sing this song, to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;and I was crying alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;and I was wasting all of my life just thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So just come back we'll make it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;So Just come back I'll make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;better than it ever was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;( I want it all, Don't leave right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;(I'll give you everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;i've just got hooked onto the Secondhand Serenade. it seems iwebtunes don't have any of their songs, so if interested, click on my myspace web at the right. you'll hear the song then. =) "your call"'s a better song though. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;im sick of it already. school. i want to slack at home again. there's just so much maths stuff to do. and thanks to valerie, my description for english lessons today is gonna be printed out and photocopied for my class! haha. i am so.. happy? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;"the rapidly darkening sky closed in upon the last trace (not trance miss lee!) of light........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;anywhoo, don, senior ju and li ping came down to school today!! haha. and as we're having the sec 4 interclass games, they so selflessly umpired the games for us. but they left and siti and i have to take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;umpired the game 4e3 played with 4e2. scary sia the seniors. first, s.jolene scold me than s. xinyun. hello. not easy to umpire ya know. players think we're biased or something. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;hexic showdown!!! lester's not online.. yet. i'll start with roxane wee weeee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;peace! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114320426176588097?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114320426176588097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114320426176588097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114320426176588097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114320426176588097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/didnt-you-want-to-hear-sound-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114312229181108764</id><published>2006-03-23T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:58:11.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;coz Colin's pretty like drugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahha.he is. =)&lt;br /&gt;hexic anyone? hahaha. lester! tomorrow. LOL. hexic showdown! x)&lt;br /&gt;poor lester's training to beat me in hexic. haha. fun fun fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114312229181108764?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114312229181108764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114312229181108764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114312229181108764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114312229181108764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/coz-colins-pretty-like-drugs.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114303545683833257</id><published>2006-03-22T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:50:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damnit. if you do not know the whole story, quit blogging about it can?&lt;br /&gt;i've lost ALL RESPECT i ever had for you now. youve yet to know the facts so stop blabbling about it already.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114303545683833257?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114303545683833257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114303545683833257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114303545683833257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114303545683833257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114303251576760152</id><published>2006-03-22T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T21:01:55.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Final Results!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;64.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese Language&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;59.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;60.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;63.3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food and Nutrition&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;76.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combined Science&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt; 77.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry/Physics&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;82.0/73.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combined Humanities&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;57.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social Studies/Geography&lt;/strong&gt; - 55.0/60.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those in red, means that with an addition on just 0.5 mark, it'll be a jump in grades. Apparently, with Sellick helping me to count my L1 R5, i've got 17 points. but if my english grades were like better by halk a mark, i'll have like 16 points. theres a difference there ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, heres my testimonial from miss chua and the teachers as a whole i think? here goes nothing..&lt;br /&gt;"Gloria is a motivated and independent young lady who takes her studies seriously. She has the potential to excel if she continues to strive!"&lt;br /&gt;oooh, i am so flattered. "young lady" eh shermaine, girl? haha. gosh. self-praise. kim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"roxy 19 says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xinyun - my perfect wedding - wxy says: help me tell gloria she did great today..i admire her because even knowing she cant run,she stil run for sooo many events jus for her hse..help me tell her.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, so shocked. i appreciate it though. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. thats all for today. shane says HI btw. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;take care people! =)      smile. theres nothing you cant work out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114303251576760152?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114303251576760152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114303251576760152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114303251576760152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114303251576760152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-results-english-64.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114294429426338197</id><published>2006-03-21T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:31:34.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sports Heats 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad bad bad bad bad. horrible.&lt;br /&gt;not getting a gold for the first time in my life for javelin was so disheartening for me. right word to use? or to put it simply, disappointing, sad, whatever. i was expecting a gold but ended up with nothing. If my first attempt was not a foul, i would have gotten a gold damnit. the friggin javelin left my hands before i had even step foot onto the field. -tehh- foul. screwed up my second attempt badly. lost momentum but threw it anyways. there. gold medal just flewwwww awayyy.gold medal sings Someday I'll Fly Away song. -_-""" calista had both fouls, so i guess she felt worse than me. maybe not. that was like my chance to get something i've never gotten for my oh-so-empty-display cupboard but i screwed up. people people, applause please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, yellow house and green house (was it?)did not send the team for the 4 x 400 metres relay. so, with phoebe and two other girls (forgotten their names), we got a bronze. i think? unsure if they have three medals for relays. maybe two. dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty close fight with senior hew wai for the 200 metres sprint. only senior wati, senior emelia, senior hew wai and i turned up. might have gotten third place. was running, turned to the left, saw senior hew wai beside me. chiong lor, but she got there first. hah. adding to it, she wasnt feeling well today. so yeah, i knew i'll get last so it was nothing. lol. arghhh, JAVELIN! roxane weeeeeeee. javelin javelin...(repeats it a million times over to people like wei da and especially roxane) x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;she has GOt to stop throwing those weird tantrums of hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CA1 Results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quite happy with my result, i think? seeing that my target for both Maths was at least a pass before slowly working up. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elementary Math - 36.5/60&lt;br /&gt;Additional Math   - 38/60 (O.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Combined Science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics                   - 17.5/25 (was expecting better results)&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry              - 21.5/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English                   - 65/100 (there may most probably be a change in marks.)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese                  - 59/100 (was expecting a lower mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown for Geography, Food and Nutrition and Social Studies. Got full marks for the most recent graded assignment. *tyco* x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't mean you if you think i'm talking about you. nono. that means you have a guilty conscience, LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates next time! adios. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114294429426338197?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114294429426338197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114294429426338197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114294429426338197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114294429426338197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/sports-heats-2.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114261385669135733</id><published>2006-03-17T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:44:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am sooo full right now. *burps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy, colin, kean and i got outta our houses today! yay! met each other at white sands in the morning, took the train and got to marina square!&lt;br /&gt;pictures! pictures! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P3170009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/P3170009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colin pigging out at "Singh-kapor"'s only Carl's Junior. the portion is huge there man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P3170012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/P3170012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;End result.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And it's time to bowl.. we changed our minds about ice skating. so darn far. took crazy pictures while bowling. x) the service there was bullshite though. only one pathetic man with an ugly floral tie tending to all. the group of nine bowlers in front of us was really friggin irritating damn it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;argh. heck. bowling!! i wanna win!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P3170015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/P3170015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ain't colin prettay?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P3170021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/P3170021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;white jackets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P3170027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/P3170027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one, two, three,four asses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/&amp;005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/%26005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Results! roxane tyco only this round. pffft. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/P3170029.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/P3170029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one last group picture before leaving the bowling alley! *roxane act tall!* x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hahaha. and we're off to the arcade!! haha. daytona! i came in first! hahah. bishi bashi fun eh roxy? x) so was the piano thingy. ahhh. the ddr machine was down. so was the poppin 5 machine. and we couldnt play pool..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;go to bugis.. Neoprints!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/bugis1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love this! so candid! we were all trying to get to the bar. but it seems we were caught halfway. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/4inarow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/400/4inarow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/ROXY0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/400/ROXY0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the rest of them neoprints! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114261385669135733?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114261385669135733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114261385669135733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114261385669135733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114261385669135733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-sooo-full-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114256160496482932</id><published>2006-03-17T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:13:24.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its time to go out!! haha&lt;br /&gt;roxy woke up late. the sleepy head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114256160496482932?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114256160496482932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114256160496482932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114256160496482932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114256160496482932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-time-to-go-out-haha-roxy-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114252354189337934</id><published>2006-03-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:39:01.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin new skin!! muahahaha.. credits: roxane, roxane wee, roxane wee li and last but not least, roxane wee li-min. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/nicole%20(cycle%205).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/nicole%20%28cycle%205%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole won! nicole won!! woohoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;she really deserved it. hah. she looks like a doll and has the makings of a supermodel. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/naimafinal3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/naimafinal3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT Naima is still the best man! she got the punch when walking down the runway.. She looks really great even when compared to Tyra. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;had sec 2 combined leadership camp. help out. x)&lt;br /&gt;the blind man's trail was real fun eh kim? haha. youre not the only one that got tickled. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/&amp;003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/%26003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; come children! sit on each other's oh-so-comfy laps. haha. poor guy, whoever the HUGE charmaine was sitting on. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the sec 2 thing, went to downtown with roxy, siti, sabrina and val for lunch. Mee Siam! yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;siti and roxy came over for some dvds after lunch. colin and kean came a while later. *imitates dory "es-cap-e"* =p haha. we took some weird pictures while monkeying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/&amp;010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/%26010.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, look! one eye BIG one eye small. haha. i love my hair thank you. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/&amp;011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/%26011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; messy hair is gooodddd. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/&amp;016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/200/%26016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;act cute people!! one two three ways of acting "kawaii nehxX" haha. *nudges roxy*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whoots! i wanna ice skate!!! hhaha. out out out tomorrow! *just keep swimming........*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114252354189337934?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114252354189337934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114252354189337934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114252354189337934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114252354189337934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-skin-new-skin-muahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114241710567736856</id><published>2006-03-15T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:05:05.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;dont CLICK that. x)&lt;br /&gt;the thing under the line that says im 14 going on 15. THAT&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114241710567736856?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114241710567736856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114241710567736856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114241710567736856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114241710567736856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-hello_114241710567736856.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114241614952072927</id><published>2006-03-15T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T17:49:09.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Combined leadership conflict-management and mentoring workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Went to school early in the morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at about 8 for the conflict management thingy. Was early. Surrounded by sec twos. lol. Oh, and kim loves my voodoo doll. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. The workshop aint as boring as we thought it would be. The games were fun. especially the "ball" game. haha. i pivot and i pivot and i pivot eh roxy? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, walked over to white sands through town park. Caught up on stuffs with camille. Went to catch Nanny Mcphee with roxy, colin and kean. Was freezing in the theatre la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back after the movie with roxy. Took bus 3 and caught up on stuffs with roxy. - again -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out for dinner later. Shopping. (i hope) x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;ps: roxy! so sad!! lol. kee han. GOSH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114241614952072927?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114241614952072927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114241614952072927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114241614952072927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114241614952072927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-hello_15.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114231484290053593</id><published>2006-03-14T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:40:42.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time check - 1.07pm, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be in school at elevenfor the environmental project thing. Didnt go though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was channel-hopping when &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Jeff Corwin Experience&lt;/span&gt; came on on channel 10 ,the animal planet. This episode, jeff, the host or animal guy, travelled to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Brazil&lt;/span&gt;. cool place. here are some facts i found out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact #1. Sloths take &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;one whole week&lt;/span&gt; to travel a distance of only &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;200 metres&lt;/span&gt;! That is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;0.00231481 metres per second&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact #2. Sloths &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;deficate&lt;/span&gt; only &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;once in about a week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact #3. They spend most of their lives up in trees and only comes down when they need to do their erm, business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fact #4. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Monkey Frogs&lt;/span&gt; can &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt;. Not only do they jump or leap like other frogs, they can actually spread their legs out and walk. cool. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amazon river&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;The&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; first European&lt;/span&gt; found the amazon because he was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;200 miles out to sea&lt;/span&gt; and noticed that he was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sailing in fresh water&lt;/span&gt;. He &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;turned toward shore and found the amazon river&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;It is &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4,080 miles long&lt;/span&gt; and runs from the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Andes Mountains in Peru through Brazil to the Atlantic Ocean&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;contains more water&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; any other river in the world- more than &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the Mississippi, the Nile and the Yangtze combined&lt;/span&gt;. In one second the Amazon pours more than 55 million gallons, or 600,000 cubic meters of water, into the Atlantic Ocean, which &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dilutes&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ocean's saltiness for 100 miles from shore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;The Amazon River makes up for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1/5 of the earth's fresh water&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;The Amazon is the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;widest river&lt;/span&gt; in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&gt;&gt;The Amazon river contains both &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; water. The&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; brown&lt;/span&gt; water runs down from &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Andes&lt;/span&gt;, the water is &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;colder&lt;/span&gt; and carries &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;more minerals&lt;/span&gt;, thus the colour. The &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; water has &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not as much minerals&lt;/span&gt; and the water is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;warmer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thats what you get from watching &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jeff Corwin Experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! haha. fun. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;adios people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114231484290053593?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114231484290053593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114231484290053593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114231484290053593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114231484290053593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-check-1.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114221988759254483</id><published>2006-03-13T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T11:21:03.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Celebrate! haha.. (cues "holiday" by madonna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. the hols are here again.. had &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3e4 class steamboat cum gathering&lt;/span&gt; on the 10th. kinda became a little closer to the people im gonna be stuck with for two whole years. hah. not everyone went though.. hsu li, kai ling and some others didnt go..&lt;br /&gt;thank god there aint not much homework to do except both &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to ton-ning over at val's place with su, sabrina and yi tian. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls night in&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. lol. that is, if i am even Allowed to go over.&lt;br /&gt;colin's having SLC at some school now. roxy's supposed to be there too, but didnt think she went seeing that colin pleaded me last night to attend SLC with him. i didnt give in though. hah. x)&lt;br /&gt;waiting to catch nanny mcphee with roxy and people. and i so gotta contact &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yvonne and gladys&lt;/span&gt;. the two lazy pigs whom kept asking us to call them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that about it.&lt;br /&gt;ps: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;somebody get me outta the house!!!&lt;/span&gt; *shouts for roxane*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios. x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114221988759254483?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114221988759254483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114221988759254483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114221988759254483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114221988759254483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/holiday-celebrate-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114206359992035778</id><published>2006-03-11T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:53:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3e4 class steamboat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had prettay much fun last night. met shermaine, sheryl, lui ting, camille, nick, zhe, sellick and nikhail and caught Big Momma's House 2. as usual, i was way wayyy early it seems. bumped into kun and val. they were cathing the same show as us. but as predicted, the prince and princesses were late. haha. so nick and i bought the tix first. nick was really pissed. lol. val, elsen, sujatha and kun sat at the row in front of ours. laughed over the oh-so-stupid show. lol. rushed over to marina bay mrt to meet the rest of the 3e4-ers. took a bus over to marina south and met ve to, leon, miss chua and leon before preceeding to steamboat!&lt;br /&gt;after food, it's obviously play. the bowling alley was full so everyone was at the arcade. lui ting's hand coordination is like.. WOW. she's crazy. lol. arcade queen they call her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;to-be-continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114206359992035778?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114206359992035778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114206359992035778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114206359992035778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114206359992035778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/3e4-class-steamboat-had-prettay-much.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10482304.post-114190801197069432</id><published>2006-03-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:40:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minesweeper anybody? =) on msn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. dear naim just realised that im asking everybody to play minesweeper flags with me on msn.. haha.. poh jay's good friend. well naim, you cant blame me for being bored outta my wits with no one talking to me can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it IS a really fun game to play aint it? no? it is if you play with someone who is practically sitting in his or her chair and watching the computer screen intentively waiting for you to make a move. it is definitely a bore if youre playing with someone who is busy chatting with other people or didnt wanna play the game in the first place but somehow you made him or her play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy..a math paper. i found it easier than e math. and colin should stop saying the e math paper was easy. i want my results NOWW. i wanna know what i got for English. it sucks when you don't get one of the highest marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue and combined science tomorrow. MT is bullshite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/1600/beatrice%20roxy%20and%20i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6492/812/320/beatrice%20roxy%20and%20i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;took this picture on.. when? no idea. one of these few days. grabbed this from roxy's blog. haha.. im driving rox nutso with the kee han thingy. lol. PSYCHOOOO..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh oh oh.. did you humanoids of this planet's earthlings know that there is no such word as "irregardless"? miss chua was going through her physics prac paper in class today when this word was printed in big fonts. recalled once when crystal and i was walking or something and she suddenly said there wasnt such a word. well, to satisfy my curiosity, i checked the handy dictionary that we found in our class form that belonged to Chung Yin 2 years ago. yeah. and yup. no such word. there's only "regardless". anyone how manage to find the word "irregardless" in some dictionary of some sort, correct me thank you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realise i have a tendency to wanna spot mistakes my english teacher makes haha. here's one. "please put your bags outside fast if not you would not be able to start your paper IN time. aint it supposed to be ON time? perhaps im wrong. somebody please, correct me!! x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: i have a habit of counting. counting anything. especially when riding in the car. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and she smiles again. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adios!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10482304-114190801197069432?l=hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/114190801197069432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10482304&amp;postID=114190801197069432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114190801197069432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10482304/posts/default/114190801197069432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hatredundertheskinoflove.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>glory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12139918488004932604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r122/glory_green/Image013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
