<?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-7639544</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:14:57.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink spider</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114252034360127298</id><published>2006-03-16T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:45:44.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quoted from this bunch of chinese speaking in ang moh slang at hmv today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1 : *picks up gackt cd* hey look it's the guy from the movie we saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2 : you sure? i don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 3 : oh god, yes! *attempts to pronounce gackt's name but fails* gagkt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1 : *pronunces name in the same wrong way* hey this gagkt person kind of looks like the chinese marilyn manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2 : oh yea and that makes him really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_- since when is gackt 'gagkt' and since when does gackt remind ANY of us of the 'chinese' marilyn manson???!!!! wait, since when does gackt look like chinese? and i don't see any connection between gackt and manson. i only know gackt has a darn big fucking ego. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who think they're so smart. but their uncouthness just brings so much entertainment to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the last day of holidays so i'll go mad =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yucks my tamagotchi is snoozing away and it's no fun at this moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114252034360127298?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114252034360127298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>as long as the key is within your touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if the gate comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a garden of love and peace stands&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114243699316078820?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114243699316078820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114243699316078820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114243699316078820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114243699316078820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-long-as-key-is-within-your-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114242785588811734</id><published>2006-03-15T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T05:04:16.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was quite fun. went sulin's house for project then we went out. got my tamagotchi =] took neos. well i'm feeling so worried that holidays are ending. there's stilll a whole lot of homework left. =&lt;br /&gt;i really wish nair would go away. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114234767917682563</id><published>2006-03-14T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T06:47:59.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS HORRIBLE. HEREBY I PRESENT TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GLORIA'S SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ok so i had se in the morning. then we played games and i get my socks and shoes all wet so i had to THROW AWAY my socks and move around in damp cold shoes. T_T and then i had to skip the steamboat dinner for dance class. so after dance class i was dead tired. then i waited for 14 to go home. BUT the bus was fucking packed. like literally people's face were like bashed against the windows. what a disgusting sight. so i decided to skip it. so unhygenic and dirty. so soon after 14E came. so i thought: 14E = 14 express. =D so i got up the bus and it was quite empty! so i happily took a seat. BUT i didn't know and no one told me that 14E actually = 14LLF. which stands for 14 long like fuck. it turned right before my house and i ended up taking a mini tour around bedok T_T so i was stunned. didn't know where to get off. so i ended up at the last stop. of course i didn't know because i'm a stranger of bedok. so i was the last one left in the bus and the driver had to motion for me to get off T_T then i got off and realised that i'm SOMEWHERE (but god knows where) in bedok. totally lost. looked around at the busstop and realised that 14 passes by. was quite happy about it when 14 arrived not long after. so i happily got on the bus. then i realised. oh shit. it's going in the wrong direction. not to my house, but to the interchange. &amp;$*#%^&amp;amp;*($#(@ i don'tknow where the interchange is and neither do i  know how to get out of it. so i just saw the bus berth for 14 and ran towards it BUT the bus 14 drove off a few seconds before T_T i was left behind to eat the dust. then i had to wait for another SICKENING 20 minutes. hot and tired and hungry and tired. carrying a heavy bag and wearing wet shoes. COZ OF SE. haha. damn irritating. damp cold moist shoes ok!!! then finally the bus 14 came and i got on it. OK NO MISTAKES THIS TIME. except i could smell that someone 'da pau-ed' beansprouts fried with salted fish and shallots and garlic. i was so damn hungry and thirsty. then slept for awhile on the bus. reluctantly woke up to get off. when i was walking home i realied that my pocket was unusually light. my handphone was gone T_T i got into such a frenzy and i ran all the way home with tears near to my eyes. was damn fucked up and irritated with myself. just when i thought the day couldnt get any worse. so i ran all the way home. and called my number 15 times. finally a kind lady picked up. luckily she lives near my home around kew crescent so she met up and returned me my phone. too bad i didn't get her name. but i really really want to thank her! if not for her honesty it would have been very horrible for me. well of course i apologised to her for taking her time. but she's such a nice kind sweet working lady. then i quickly went back home again to bathe for around 40 minutes =D washed my feet with 3 different kinds of soap. it's just so horrible. URGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well at least i'm going to sulin's house tomorrow for project! then we're going to get our tamagotchi FOR GOOD. =] going to get my comics too. yippee. well, there's always peace after every storm i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114234767917682563?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114234767917682563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114234767917682563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114234767917682563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114234767917682563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114221770861142086</id><published>2006-03-13T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:41:48.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love kagrra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care if isshi's voice is very falsetto-ish, i love it this way! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love their pvs too *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love kagrra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114221770861142086?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114221770861142086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114221770861142086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114221770861142086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114221770861142086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-kagrra-i-dont-care-if-isshis.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114222670230551584</id><published>2006-03-12T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:11:42.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kagrra pictures!!!! *-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;======================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bassist Nao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 465px; HEIGHT: 578px" height="1026" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/opiopo.jpg" width="554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 649px" height="732" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/nao82.jpg" width="518" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/nao10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/nao2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;== UBER HOT+SEXY &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 539px; HEIGHT: 804px" height="941" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/bb9b1da0.jpg" width="539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/050905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 539px; HEIGHT: 382px" height="903" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/114.jpg" width="909" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 521px; HEIGHT: 768px" height="1258" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/35.jpg" width="521" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 706px" height="902" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/8genei.jpg" width="460" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the use of space and shadow here (i sound like mr teo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 503px" height="547" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20nao/05.jpg" width="478" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;guitarist Shin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/shin237om.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/shin70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/shin51vk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/shin37bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 551px; HEIGHT: 854px" height="1683" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/inside3.jpg" width="777" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 594px; HEIGHT: 941px" height="1698" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/21436ecf.jpg" width="594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/8vv8vj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/5gii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 537px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="727" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/4d563554.jpg" width="636" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/kagrra%20shin/2crowshin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============&lt;br /&gt;shall post the others some time later ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114222670230551584?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114222670230551584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114222670230551584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114222670230551584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114222670230551584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/kagrra-pictures-bassist-nao-uber.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114216246899849937</id><published>2006-03-12T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T03:21:09.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here to do kiayi's quiz!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know about yourself part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you add youself on msn? If you do, do you add youeself in one group or ALL the groups?&lt;br /&gt;uh no T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever tried any way possible to talk to yourself on msn?&lt;br /&gt;uh no T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you still play solitair on the computer?&lt;br /&gt;does spider solitaire count? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you eat with gravy or none?&lt;br /&gt;LOTS AND LOTS OF GRAVY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you yellow minded? [speak the truth!!!]&lt;br /&gt;DUH. like the whole world knows that =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you talk to yourself when you are alone [if you keep a diary, you do =D]&lt;br /&gt;i keep a diary AND i talk to myself. as in literally. i speak what i think, even if it's to myself. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you personally think that you are selfish sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;i am darn fucking selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you encouraged a person but cursed him/her when he/she turns his/her back on you?&lt;br /&gt;DUH! like many many times. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you STARE at people when they eat?&lt;br /&gt;yea.. i like to see how their lips move. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When a person you and your friend all hate is sleeping in class [recess] and he/she's not gonna wake up so soon, you......&lt;br /&gt;stuff my mamee empty wrapper under her table and pour the little seasoning bits on her hair and steal some of her stationary and probably spit into her hair too to give the seasoning some moisture, probably hoping to let it turn to soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114216246899849937?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114216246899849937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114216246899849937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114216246899849937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114216246899849937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/here-to-do-kiayis-quiz-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114213479607992342</id><published>2006-03-12T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:39:56.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yippee!!! it's tomorrow, it's tomorrow, it's tomorrow!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is now full of chassé, gallops, coupé, arabesque jumps, pas de Bourrée, pas de Chat, glissades and other random ballet steps. we're going to solo waltz on tuesday T_T bless me. then we're going to solo studies! ^^ i love my freemovement dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's violin later T_T boring shit. how i wish i have like ballet class 5 times a week =D mum and dad's leaving for hongkong tonight. not that it's a good thing because i'll miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays for 1 week + parents gone for 1 week = *evil laughter and rubs hands together and grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't got my tamagotchi yet because sulin was sick yesterday -_- sulin quickly get well! i'm waiting for my tamagotchi ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tamagotchi!!!! *wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks of tomorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114204437589902885</id><published>2006-03-11T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:32:56.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;真是自做自受...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114204437589902885?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114204437589902885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114204437589902885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114204437589902885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114204437589902885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114199878625749943</id><published>2006-03-10T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T05:57:13.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;up till this point i don't think i'm able to say anything more. i sort of expected it, afterall it had been dwelling in my mind for the past few days. but when the answer was revealed i regretted and wished i didn't ask in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i wish i didn't asked. now it's making the both of us feel horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;or rather, maybe i'm the one feeling even worse. but then again i brought it upon myself for asking. i should never have pondered over that question before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114199878625749943?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114199878625749943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114199878625749943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114199878625749943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114199878625749943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/up-till-this-point-i-dont-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114199473979751340</id><published>2006-03-10T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T04:45:40.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yippee. school's over =] today was great. i topped the class for art this semester =D yay yay. i actually got 10/10 for both my 3D stikfas model drawing and my perspective drawing. well the sculpture was 22/30 with sulin coz we didn't have enough before-hand thumbnail sketches. we could have gotten much higher because for the other two sections we got 8.5/10. i guess mr teo's really impressed with our work ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will arrive soon!!! me and sulin are going to get our tamagotchis!!!!!!!! can't wait can't wait =D and monday's coming soon too! *throws confetti over myself* this calls for a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yea. i'm having this MAJOR crush on zaccy or otherwise known as ZZ OR Z2. don't you all think he's so sexy?!?!?!??!?!?! *-* oh, the muscles when he lifts his sleeve even the slightest bit! GAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114199473979751340?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114199473979751340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114199473979751340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114199473979751340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114199473979751340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-yippee.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114190370695415729</id><published>2006-03-09T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T03:28:27.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess this's it. the same old feeling of intensive desolation. the feeling of horrible disgust towards someone but i'm not sure who or why. it's the time when i just feel like talking to myself, just to have extra time to start loving myself more. and it's just so ironic because i want people to talk me out of my loneliness but at the same time i wish they can leave me alone and all go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracious me, i'm feeling all emo today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114190370695415729?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114190370695415729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114190370695415729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114190370695415729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114190370695415729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-thiss-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114188766366950786</id><published>2006-03-09T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:02:52.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;死猪!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114188766366950786?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114188766366950786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114188766366950786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114188766366950786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114188766366950786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114182318530136295</id><published>2006-03-08T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T05:06:26.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a fine day at school. Science project was a success i must say. I'm glad it turned out well. I would not talk to myself ever again if anything had gone wrong. Just imagine how much time and effort we as a group and of course I spent. Everyone loved the video i guess. Many thanks to Ryan again for making that wonderful news report =] Math was ok. Once again i was forced to come face to face with my very badly stained (in red) test paper. No comments about it. T_T Except that i gained an extra mark and now i now longer just pass! 26/50 =D Well at least it's better than 25. PE was T_T i'm going to fail my 2.4, PERIOD. i have lost ALL my stamina. Well at least kiayi was running with me haha. And we played floorball! our team won 4-1 ^^ i love floorball. Chinese was the usual. Language arts was spent doing a very very easy comprehension about little green men from Mars. Immediately thought of hide's song =] Space monkey punks from Japan. x) Except he mentioned shiny little men from Mars and little yellow men from Mars. =] How cute. BP was dumb. I was practically copying everything off han meng's worksheet. And poor sulin was suffering from a headache caused by the small thin lines. Geog was the same. Spent time watching some stupid rice video. Well, just be glad that the week's ending. Holidays are coming really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was debating online with squiddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[X.L] burps: i'm a retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[X.L] burps: shucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; if you can't: Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; [X.L] burps: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[X.L] burps: u're a retard too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[X.L] burps: yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[X.L] burps: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you can't read my heart and mind, you're a retard.           [27062] more days says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;: And why am i a retard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[X.L] burps says:cos u're talking to a retard now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X.L] burps says:only another retard will understand a retard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you can't read my heart and mind, you're a retard.          [27062] more days says:Nope a retard cannot understand a retard because it'll be too retarded to understand anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X.L] burps says:chimmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you can't read my heart and mind, you're a retard.           [27062] more days says:it'll even be too retarded to understand that itself is retarded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X.L] burps says:chimmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you can't read my heart and mind, you're a retard.           [27062] more days says:so therefore if retards can't understand themselves, it is impossible for them to understand others, even if it is another retard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't read my heart and mind, you're a retard.           [27062] more days says:so the only people who can understand retards are non-retards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[X.L] burps says:lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't read my heart and mind, you're a retard.           [27062] more days says:=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[X.L] burps says:*hands raised*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X.L] burps says:i give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you can't read my heart and mind, you're a retard.           [27062] more days says:Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X.L] burps says:lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh yea to squiddy, you're a retard in the first place because besides the fact that you can't read my mind and heart, you admitted that you're a retard and only retards admit that they are retards) =]&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay. all hail gloria. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. when i look at others and look at you, i realise you're nothing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114182318530136295?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114182318530136295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114182318530136295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114182318530136295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114182318530136295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-fine-day-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114165579691717066</id><published>2006-03-06T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:36:44.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is a long day at school. Sigh. HOLIDAYS, I WANT MY HOLIDAYS! NOW! NOW! RIGHT NOW! (ya'll need to do yer rounds now, now, now!) X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114165579691717066?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114165579691717066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114165579691717066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114165579691717066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114165579691717066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/tomorrow-is-long-day-at-school.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114148432349411550</id><published>2006-03-04T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T06:58:43.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH FUCK THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's totally FINE if you want to do it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114148432349411550?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114148432349411550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114148432349411550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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went out with sulin. it was very meaningless. so many unhappy things happened. led us feeling so frustrated and disgusted and annoyed. but marche was good. saw some people we'd rather not see. knew something we'd rather not know. and personally i just felt so angry. it is just such an unbearable day. tomorrow will be worse, it'll be a very busy day. going out from morning till night. sigh life is really so monotonous. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that china bitch is such an idiotic cow. what makes her think that by acting like such a sleazy slut towards her boyfriend (so what is she's got one?) then that would make her superior to us? i don't care how old she is but she's only a freshie, a secondary one ammateur. whats up with all those glances and stares? you definetely should NOT be proud of showing the public that you're acting like such a whore. and having a bunch of china freaks as your friends ( when you yourself are one) is certainly not something you should be proud of. so start learning to respect US as your seniors ( i don't give a fuck if you're older than us) and stop thinking that you're so big. this is OUR country and OUR land and you happen to be breathing air that belong to US so if you have any problems with us, then i suggest you fuck off back to your country and your village. you should never ever even attempt to mess around with us because it will really get you nowhere.  you're really a failure of dunman high. imagine if mr kiw saw what you did. oh yay i would clap my hands and rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling horribly upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114148231846462517?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114148231846462517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yay, friday is already coming to an end. today was fun actually. john john didn't come again so we had 3 free periods in total. chinese was slack, we just had to do one letter writing. art was the most fun =] we had to do drawing of space and i painted my space with very seductive colours, dark maroon (black), bloody maroon (slightly lighter) and blood red. then i add did the fading effects and the whole thing turned out abit weird, but i love it =] it's very seductive, just looking at it. although it's a little gory coloured but i still love it =] i would want my bedroom wall to be painted this way next time ^^ workshop was, sigh. alright i guess. didn't know why i stopped halfway. perhaps i was too nervous, my hands were shaking like nuts. well i'm just glad it's all over. tomorrow is saturday and ryan sulin kiayi and siya are coming over for science project! oh how fun it would be haha. then after that me and sulin are going out together and then to marche ^^ how fun how fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's merely 3 hours + to the fourth month =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114139263958545542?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114139263958545542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114139263958545542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114139263958545542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114139263958545542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-yay-friday-is-already-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114130750959758396</id><published>2006-03-02T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T06:03:40.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are getting so awful. i can't sell tickets by tomorrow. workshop is nearing. i'm starting to remember about the two tests. i can't seem to do anything. i just wanna die and come alive again when the wednesday after next arrives. trust me, life's just going down down and down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114130750959758396?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114130750959758396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114130750959758396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114130750959758396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114130750959758396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/things-are-getting-so-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114128340485371360</id><published>2006-03-02T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:10:05.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. i'm sucking on a pineapple flavoured fruit stick candy from muji now. and i'm feeling just like the pineapple. sour. sour and rotten. today was a bad day i guess =( got back results for maths and geogprahy test. geography was horrible. i managed to get back one more mark from miss ng but still i fail. 6/15. ouch. as usual i misinterpreted the question again. probably it's because of my retarded brain that i cannot even understand what the question is saying. then there is maths.  i passed. yay? no. passed on the borderline. 25/50. i don't even understand how come i can achieve the kind of marks i got. 30/50 is believable. but 25? it's just too unbelievable. i cried in class because it's just too big a setback. having two heart attacks in a day. well i don't wanna think about it anymore. there's always the next term i guess. no use getting all emo like the world is going to end. but today was very fun too. johnny didn't come. we spent 2 free periods drawing and laughing and playing. yuehuan took a vid of me imitating steven the vegan!!! x) yuehuan if you see this, SEND ME THE VID!!!!  then we had fun laughing at the ugly sylvester sim drawing on the newspaper. X) then sulin and i had a wonderful party from under the tables. thanks sulin and yuehuan for making me feel so much better haha. especially sulin!! i thank you for giving me all the biscuits with cute prints on them =] i never ever realised they existed haha. and don't get too angry that you keep picking the hello panda biscuit with the picture of the panda and the umbrella ok? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workshop is tomorrow. yay. NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114128340485371360?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114128340485371360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114128340485371360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114128340485371360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114128340485371360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114121044101576750</id><published>2006-03-01T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T02:54:01.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was very random. like it just popped out of nowhere. today was unexpected, but nevertheless fun. so i shall blog in a rather random manner today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sulin and i are the best country dancing partners in the whole wide world. country dancing is good for you. country dancing is addictive and it leaves you craving for more. country dancing makes you all giddy and high. country dancing can be done anywhere anytime, even in the process of travelling from a place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i'm getting sick of mamee. yet i can't seem to stop. help me. it's mamee madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i have put on weight. no more in-class snacks for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm very jealous. i'm getting more and more jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) workshop practice with taxy sucked. i feel so sorry for taxy because she has to put up with my lousiness. she's such a great pianist while i'm a sucker for violin T_T am i like lowering her status. bleah. it wasn't as bad at home. i wonder why. MAYBE BECAUSE JIN CHENG IS TOO SCARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) parents always try to give the best to their offsprings. (note the inaccurate but fun word used) and they all use the same hard approach by telling and ordering instead of sharing opinions and really getting everyone to sit down and talk and listen to each other. no wonder they say asian (or perhaps mostly singaporean) children or teenagers or even young adults are the most boring. those who listen obediently become goody-two-shoes who are inserted into the olden days with olden thinkings and often they develop square and dead brains. those who have thinkings of their own are again labelled as a 'bad child'. who actually came out with the idea that parents are always right? in actual fact parents should be the ones learning more from their kids. it's a pity that few singaporean adults produce children with rounded and creative brains. now that the youths are dominating the society, who's going to listen to the 'gospels' of the old days? no one is interested anymore so i seriously think parents should stop brain-washing us with stories and practices and traditions of their times. enough is enough, now it's time for you adults to listen to us. perhaps adults mean well but it's a great pity they don't realise how wrong their way of teaching is and how it affects our growth of inspiration and creativiy. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) there is no homework for today. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) saturday will be fun with friends coming over for project. PLUS I CAN SKIP TUITION *wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) i'm going for dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) this will be the last sentence for this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114121044101576750?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114121044101576750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114121044101576750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114121044101576750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114121044101576750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-very-random.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114113500721625935</id><published>2006-02-28T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T05:56:47.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Does it go from east to west &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Body free and a body less &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Come again just to start a fresh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Once again to find a home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In the moment of the meantime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dropping in coming through the mesh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Checking in just to get it blessed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hard to leave when it's picturesque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Find a form that's free the roam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where you coming from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where you going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do it all then it all again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Make it up and you make a friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paddle on just around the bend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Find a place where you can see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;All the mamas and the papas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take a chance on a recommend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hard as hell just to comprehend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disbelief that I do suspend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Easy now to find a breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where you come from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where you going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We all want to tell her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell her that we love her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venice gets a queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best i've ever seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We all want to kiss her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tell her that we miss her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venice gets a queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Best i've ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I know you said you don't believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In god do you still disagree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now that it's time for you to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G.L.O.R.I.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is love my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your stylish mess of silver hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A woman of your kind is rare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your uniform returns to air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G.L.O.R.I.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is love my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And now it's time for you to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You taught me most of what I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where would I be without you Glo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G.L.O.R.I.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is love my friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I see you standing by the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The waves you made will always be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A kiss goodbye forever you leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G.L.O.R.I.A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is love my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song isn't nice. BUT THE LYRICS ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ties blanket around neck and starts parading*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look ya'll! i'm a VENICE QUEEN. *beams*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114113500721625935?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114113500721625935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114113500721625935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114113500721625935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114113500721625935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/does-it-go-from-east-to-west-body-free.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114113070489724055</id><published>2006-02-28T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T04:45:05.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yay. finally i'm able to put my whole violin piece for this friday's workshop together. ok, i take back my words yesterday about practicing makes worse. still i agree with it but i'm going to have to add that it'll make you better only the next day. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was ok today. maths test was such a disappointment. i actually left a 3 mark question out AND i know how to do it! only that when i discovered what i've left out, it's already too late. i still remember it's some indices formula i taught sulin ^^ argh. i'm so careless. some other questions were ok, but some were not. guess i won't be able to get higher than 40 upon 50 anymore =( probably only 36. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dance was so fun today. we did choosing for the studies. and we learnt finish the WHOLE character dance haha. but i'll be doing free movement dance anyway! oh yay i love free movement dance. well actually i love the classical dance more but i just cant piece it nicely together. so i guess i'll give it a pass. ballet exam is coming already. i'm feeling the stress =] but nevertheless, it's the kind of fun stress. that's why dancing is so important to me. it gives me the stress so i won't get lazy but at the same time i never fail to have lots of fun. i'm just aiming for my distinction certificate again, just like what i get every year =] imagine how nice it would be, having distinction certificates from primary level all the way to grade 8 =] then we're having recital again this year! =] i love recitals. hopefully our class will be doing pointe dance this year. i mean, every grade 7 class dance on pointe for recital right? ^^ well, supposedly i guess, if miss wendy decides to finally teach us to go en pointe BY the end of this year T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala. today is such a pleasant day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我就是想念你那头蓬松又带有清香的金棕染发.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114113070489724055?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114113070489724055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114113070489724055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114113070489724055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114113070489724055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114104817526142107</id><published>2006-02-27T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T05:49:45.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck. ok fuck. this whole fucking life of mine is so screwed up. workshop is on friday. i still cannot play that fucking solo part with fucking confusing bowings. it seems that the more i try the worse i become. i can't even get the notes right anymore. since 6.30 i've been playing and playing and repeating the same old fucking phrase BUT I JUST CAN'T GET IT RIGHT. this is fucking annoying. and now my arm hurts so much because i've bitten ( yes, literally bit off a chunk of flesh ) my arm. i just guess that i'm turning insane any moment. and it's especially annoying when you're already dying of anger and frustration  and my bloody fucking sister just sits over there and asks me to stop making so much noise. heard that? noise. not even music. so for 3 hours i have been making a din. i've been making noise and i'm so noisy that my sister has to ask me to quieten down. then if you think that's enough my mum comes in and starts nagging at me about the computer and threatening to bring me to hongkong for good. and fuck i don't care anymore. i'll just stop practising. because it seems like no matter how much i fucking practice, all i produce is NOISE. solid noise. fuck. this is another one of the moments when you feel like dying inside AND outside but you know that no one really bothers because they're all just being annoyed at you for making so much noise and being so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the bottom line is. practise makes you WORSE. and it causes you to start producing noise and it turns you crazy and people don't even care. PLUS, it's MY fault for being pissed, get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114104817526142107?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114104817526142107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114104817526142107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114104817526142107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114104817526142107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114096103916981385</id><published>2006-02-26T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T05:42:20.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sound of cats fighting in the quiet neighbourhood woke me up. propping myself up on the bed, i sat silently and was overwhelmed with frustration. it was just another one of the sleepless nights. somehow, this had already become a routine. what time is it? seemed like i had slept for a long long time. but then again, the colour of the sky told me that it wasn't possible. glancing over at the clock, i was utterly disappointed. somehow the time managed to pass by so slowly. it's was merely 3am. what a long way to go until morning. a wave of nausea swept across and instatly i felt ill, very ill. something was not right. something was no longer there. no, not something. it was someone. someone had gone. gone away from me. gone and never to return. reaching out for my cell phone and brushing away the previous thoughts, i decided to ring you up to check if you had slept. weirdly, the only answers i got from the 10 over unreceived calls was that your number was no longer in use. i started to panic. you didn't tell me anything about changing your number. neither had you ever slept without placing your 24-hours-switched-on cell phone beside you before. after 5 more attempts, something struck me. only managing to gasp in horror, i dropped my cell phone onto the bed with a plop. i knew someone was gone already. my lips quivered in disappointment, my eyes started to water. slowly one by one, the pieces of my memory came back together. 1 year ago. it was merely one year ago. and i still wasn't able to accept the cruel truth. the rain of tears started showing my blankets. the breathings increased rapidly. i remembered. you, were no longer there. you had gone. you had gone away from me. you had went somewhere so far and unable to return. you didn't even say your last goodbye. i screamed. this whole damned thing was too scary. it was too familiar, too frightening. searching frantically for my cell phone amongst the crumpled sheets, i jabbed your number and called again. still, i had no answer. i started to lose my patience, as i did everynight at around 2.15am. i said already, it was a routine. instantly my mind turned wild. "pick up the call you bastard! where the hell are you? have you died already? if you had why didn't you take me along? you left me here to rot and decay, i hate you bastard! where are you? pick up the phone, please!" hysterical screams and shouts just came out. nothing could describe my anger and confusion. after flingly the cell phone onto the ground, i started to bit my arm. sure, it did hurt. it hurt alot. especially when the warm blood started to ooze out form the deep teeth marks. but i didn't stop. screaming and biting at the same time, i kicked around on bed. soon the doors of my room flung open. it was them again. those men in white coats and women in white short dresses. i hated them as well. everytime i tried to look for you they would come and put me to sleep. they didn't understand me. i had to see you. my mind was going to break apart any moment. the women forced me to lie straight on the bed. a man pulled my bloody arm away from my shivering teeth. the man took out something sharp and scary with unknown liquid inside and he poked it through my skin. the feeling was cold. cold and nice. before i knew it my eyes started to feel heavy. finally they were shut. my heartbeat slowed down. i started to fall into somewhere deep. i just fell, but never landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself standing at a roof of a tall tall building. the wind is exceptionally strong. no more unanswered calls. no more white men and women. no more bed. where am i? am i awake from a dream or awake in a dream? i don't know, but i feel extraordinarily happy. like something good is coming. like i'm about to see someone again. i laugh and skip around the roof. it is very high up here and i can see all the tiny things below. but i'm not scared. someone is here with me. then my cell phone rings. first time, after 1 whole year my cell phone rings. happily answering the call, i hear your voice. first time, after 1 year. i cry and scream at you. asking where you had been all these while. you don't tell me a thing, you just say that we'll be seeing each other soon. i tell you i loved you, i love you and i always will love you. then i ask where you are. you ask me to look down and there you are, standing right at the entrance of the building. you wave happily and tell me through the phone that very soon we can see each other again. i ask how but you just repeat your previous sentence about us meeting each other again within a matter of a few seconds. i ask you why. you tell me how. you tell me that after you have counted to 5, i must fly down to meet you. only then can we be together. i pause for awhile and then tell you it's too scary. but after your reassurances, i finally gather enough courage. you start to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait any longer. i fly down before you finished your counting. the scenery on the way down is absolutely beautiful. i can see you getting nearer and nearer. i flap my wings to fly faster. i just can't wait. then, i land abruptly. much warm red liquid seep out but i don't care. it doesn't affect me. my vision of you becomes clearer and clearer. i see you. finally after 1 year. i start to feel very tired, perhaps from all that flying. you tell me to go ahead and sleep for awhile and you will be waiting right beside me for me to wake up. you squat down to me and held my slightly quivering hand to your beating heart. it is like a pendulum that goes back and forth and back and forth, like a metronome beating with absoulte accuracy and rhythm. it is making me sleepy and more tired. the red liquid still keeps coming out. i start to feel a little dizzy and faint. but i don't care. because i have the whole world beside me and i know when i finally wake up from this nap, you will be right beside me as you said you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i stopped breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a random story *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114096103916981385?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114096103916981385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114096103916981385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114096103916981385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114096103916981385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/sound-of-cats-fighting-in-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114088528220793475</id><published>2006-02-26T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:34:42.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs around in a twirly wirly lollipop floor pattern*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps on bed until springs start to creak*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*throws pillows towards ceiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, the sky is not falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neither is the world ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, i finished that fucking history essay!!!!! =D in just 2 hours, i managed to amount up to an essay made up of 800+ words that ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i love myself. I LOVE MYSELF!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can have a good peaceful sleep..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114088528220793475?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114088528220793475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114088528220793475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114088528220793475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114088528220793475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/ahhhhhhhhh-runs-around-in-twirly-wirly.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114086053270262509</id><published>2006-02-25T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:42:19.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone please guide me on the history essay. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't force a single shit out of my brain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all miss ling's fault. she leaves us confused all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like giving up and not doing it anymore =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont' know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114086053270262509?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114086053270262509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114086053270262509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114086053270262509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114086053270262509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/someone-please-guide-me-on-history.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114079227188514358</id><published>2006-02-24T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:44:32.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still feeling angry. i'm feeling sadistic. i'm feeling evil. see? this is the problem when all the anger and troubles stay inside me for too long. they mutate. become out of control. i start directing all my anger and frustration at an imaginary person. let me think of a name for that bloody fucker. ok i shall call her mandy. i don't know why, i hate the name mandy. thus, i hate mandy and i hate mandies. OH WHATEVER, actually i hate the whole world but i hate mandies more. Reason? mandy thinks she is as sweet as a candy but the truth is she stinks like old panties. i hate you mandy. you bitch, you ruin my life. i hate you. you're a thorn in my flesh, a fly in my ointment, you're the spot on my paper. why can't you just go away and stop bothering me. just take all your dirtiness and bloodiness away. i hate you. i don't want you, i don't need you. go find someone else, you're such a parasite.  you annoying swine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the below content is highly violent and sadistic. if you're a scaredy whiny pig, stop readind at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's start from the head for today. i shall start by ripping off hair from your scalp. not all your hair, but just some. rip them off, tear them off, jerk them off, whatever. just anything to cause painful hair loss to you. then i shall rid off the remaining hair by lighting them on fire. just burn burn burn, yay how fun. i'll let them all burn until the flames fry your raw scalp abit until the scalp turns charred. then i shall rub some sea salt. meanwhile i'll just enjoy while listening to you scream in agony. Yippee. i shall then get a penknife and start carving away. anything i like. random doodlings, just making pretty patterns on your bald red scalp. then blood'll trickle down. by this time you should be having a burning sensation at your scalp. i'll use a big long sharp carving knife to slice open your scalp. let the blood drip away, we shant bother about the mess. i'll lick it up later. now lets continue. ooh what do i see under your scalp? a network of fantastic pulsating veins. slowly i pierce a hole on them one by one. the end product should look like many many fire hydrants gone wild. ok so after that we'll just rip the veins off. thye are of no use anymore. just take out the whole brain too and start mashing it up. use the blender, the mincer, anything. it's brain DIY. then after that the brain is of no use too. we're left with the eyes. pull them out, play with them, see how far they stretch beyond the sockets, anything i like. by this time i would already be very satistfied. i would stand on your chest and scream wildly at you : i may be a loser but you're a bigger failure than me. i may be ugly but you're the ugliest of all. because, you're not even human anymore! you ugly fuck head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew* ok now i feel better. much better. hey to all angry people out there, this IS good therapy. try it now, just pick a name and start ranting away. what can i say, i, gloria, defintely have a flair for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114079227188514358?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114079227188514358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114079227188514358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114079227188514358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114079227188514358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-still-feeling-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114078995048285525</id><published>2006-02-24T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T06:05:50.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been busy. very busy. busy practicing my very lousy ammatuerish violin piece for workshop. busy trying to think of excuses to not do my homework. busy chatting with people online. busy reading angelheart. busy thinking of stuff that happened. busy thinking over and over again. busy waiting. busy trying to get an answer from a CERTAIN SOMEONE. *rolls eyes* busy cursing away. busy being crazy. being imagining how miss kellies would look like. busy thinking of my distinction ballet grade 6 certificate. busy imagining all my joy when i've finally finished homework. busy wishing hide was still here. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok sad thoughts aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't do it. i'm still so angry. GRR. at the whole world. at everyone. i'm hating every single person now. for different reasons. GRR. why can't everyone just like erm. die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckers, just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sharing this world with so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's too crowded. i don't get any attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HELLO, anyone there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this whole load of crap is very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck i'm turning insane again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid radio, why can't you just shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid computer, why can't you just have a tinted screen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid keyboard, why can't you have keys that are nicer to press?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid earsticks, why can't you come in glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid table, why aren't you made of marble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid hands, why can't you type faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid face, why don't you look more decent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid body, why aren't your growing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- ok whatever. i'm digressing. who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck this world. i hate everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SCISSORS, WHY CAN'T YOU HAVE THREE HOLES TO PLACE THREE FINGERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pants heavily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go sleep but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid bed is not soft enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid bed isn't made of roses and water. neither is it made of rose water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid pillows arent silken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRARRRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114078995048285525?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114078995048285525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114078995048285525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114078995048285525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114078995048285525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-been-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114061321714885178</id><published>2006-02-22T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T05:00:17.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's sulin's quiz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]are you a VEGAN? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO! x) i know steven is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2]are you eating anything now? if yes, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3]asian or western cuisine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;asian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4]chopsticks or forks and knives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chopsticks ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5]garlics or onions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stir fried onions with black sauce ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6]bacon or ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ham!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7]piano or violin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;guitar! but violin will do =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8]wrestling or swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;swimming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9]eating or sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sleeping..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10]whats your favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a chihuahua like shinya's!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11]if you died now*touchwood*, who do you think would be the most unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my parents, then my sisters then sulin then friends and maybe brian haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12]america or japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;japan. OBVIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13]china or india?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;china.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14]malaysia or indonesia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15]do you believe in forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16]if you had to be an animal with four legs what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a unicorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17]table or chair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;table, you can lie on it AND sit on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18]water or land?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19]chemistry/ physics/ biology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIOLOGY! *sniggers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20]what do you want for your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want lots and lots of money to buy cds and photobooks =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21]if you had one wish what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;for hide to not be gone =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22]manga or anime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;manga =] i like reading words. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23]cars or planes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24]do you like history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25]if you had a choice would you study history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26]do you HATE history?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27]do you think studying history is a waste of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES, OBVIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28]whats your horoscope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scorpio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29]lord of the rings or harry potter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lord of the rings! x) isengard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hooray! i'm going out tomorrow! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114061321714885178?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114061321714885178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114061321714885178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114061321714885178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114061321714885178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/heres-sulins-quiz-1are-you-vegan-x-no.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114052751674550415</id><published>2006-02-21T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T05:11:57.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yippe here to do kiayi's and yuehuan's quiz! =] i shall do yuehuan's one first XD (answers in red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) when your friends doesnt talk to you for 1h, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a- thinks that they just probably have nothing to say to you, and just ignore it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b- sulks and feel lost and hopeless. gets upset and feels afraid that they are angry.&lt;br /&gt;c - ignores them for the rest of the day, probably days. thinks that they hate you. but finally they speak to you, and you're friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) there's a test coming up, and you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a- search for your textbook.. somewhere in your house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b- stress out and starts studying immediately after you've reached home&lt;br /&gt;c- stress out and asks everyone on your contact list on what they have learnt. you then start studying really hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) you need to go to the bathroom, and you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a- your pace is normal and after you're done, you're in no hurry to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b- you walk slowly to the toilet, and you rush out quickly after you've finished.&lt;br /&gt;c- asks someone along with you because you dont want to be alone.. for reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) your friends leave without you during recess, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a- gets a weeny bit pissed, but still, you're not angry, and you just have recess with another friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b- wonder what is up with them, or what did you do wrong. you try to find them and make it up.&lt;br /&gt;c- you start getting really angry, and a while later you're close to tearing. you dont have recess for that day, instead you try to recall what you've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) your desk partner starts whispering to someone about something, and you..&lt;br /&gt;a- feels curious, but knows that they are not talking about you. i mean, sheesh, you're just beside them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b- give a few glances at them, and wonder what they are talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c- observe them for very long, ending up with a conclusion that they are talking about something that they do not want you to know. perhaps something concerning you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) it's 12am and you're still up rushing with your homework. how do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a- feels extremely tired, and wonder when you would be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b- feels tired and frustrated, and you wonder if your friends are asleep yet&lt;br /&gt;c- feels tired, frustrated and you hate yourself for being so slow. you are quite certain that your friends are asleep already, and you wonder if they have finished more work compared to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) and so you're finally in bed, but you're not done with your work, before you fall asleep, you..&lt;br /&gt;a- you dont even do anything! you just sleep straight away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;b- you think about your homework and how the others have finished. but you need to catch some sleep, so you just sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c- you think about how the others have totally completed their work, and you start getting angry with yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results=more As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are not at all paranoid! and you dont really think too much about other people's actions. you are not afraid what the meaning of other's slightest action is, and so you're probably a happy person! maybe abit too happy.. definitely not stressed! ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instructions:type the names random 20 people that pops into your mind and answer the 15 questions provided.you should include at least...&lt;br /&gt;1 teacher&lt;br /&gt;2 hated people&lt;br /&gt;3 closest friend&lt;br /&gt;4 boys&lt;br /&gt;remember, in ANY order [thats the fun part]&lt;br /&gt;--- start---&lt;br /&gt;1 salami ng&lt;br /&gt;2 brian&lt;br /&gt;3 kiayi&lt;br /&gt;4 wongka&lt;br /&gt;5 wayne&lt;br /&gt;6 sulin&lt;br /&gt;7 suying&lt;br /&gt;8 siva&lt;br /&gt;9 PVC MAN&lt;br /&gt;10 rainbow&lt;br /&gt;11 lu zhu&lt;br /&gt;12 skeith&lt;br /&gt;13 squiddy&lt;br /&gt;14 tabitha&lt;br /&gt;15 ruiqi&lt;br /&gt;16 pamela&lt;br /&gt;17 mana&lt;br /&gt;18 hide&lt;br /&gt;19 kyo&lt;br /&gt;20 barney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---now for answering---&lt;br /&gt;1. Is 1 the same gender as 14?&lt;br /&gt;[salami ng and wongka] OH DEFINETLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who do you think is more likely to win a westling match, 6 or 10?&lt;br /&gt;[sulin and rainbow] obviously rainbow. sulin will get uprooted from the ground -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Does 13 speak chinese or english more often?&lt;br /&gt;[squiddy] i think english.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Is 9 and 4 made for each other?&lt;br /&gt;[PVC MAN and wongka] XD *laughs the shit out of myself* MAYBE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 18 or 19 is a closer friend to you?&lt;br /&gt;[hide or kyo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Is there a possiblity that 5 and 15 will meet? [maybe fall in love?]&lt;br /&gt;[wayne and ruiqi]NO. omg. NONONO. wayne and my VIOLIN TEACHER who's already married?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 2 and 11, who goes to the toilet more often?&lt;br /&gt;[brian or lu zhu] i think brian x) and by the way, lu zhu doesn't go to the toilet. he rolls there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Will 7 and 12 fight if they see each other?&lt;br /&gt;[skeith and suying]most probably! haha i can imagine.. hrm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who do you think is more likely to sacrifice for you? 3 or 16?&lt;br /&gt;[kia yi or pamela] of course it's kiayi la =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Does 8 give or receive presents on valentines?&lt;br /&gt;[siva] i think so =&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is more likely to invite you to her/his b-dae party? 16 or 20?&lt;br /&gt;[pamela or barney] i seriously doubt it's barney. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is 17 friendly enough to befriend the other 19 people?&lt;br /&gt;[mana] what the fuck. absolutely NO. mana only befriends his wigs and dresses and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If one was going to be your maid, is it 13 or 2? Why?&lt;br /&gt;[squiddy or brian] brian!!! because it's nice to have brian as my PERSONAL MAID. X) AMY!!!!~ my black jeans x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is 15 and 3 or 7 and 20 a better match for each other?&lt;br /&gt;[ruiqi and kiayi / barney and suying] -.- BOTH EQUALLY INAPPROPRAITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Will 2 probably cross this quiz and do it?&lt;br /&gt;[brian] probably he will come across, but i doubt he has the time ^^&lt;br /&gt;---end---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114052751674550415?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114052751674550415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114052751674550415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114052751674550415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114052751674550415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/yippe-here-to-do-kiayis-and-yuehuans.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114052569839369463</id><published>2006-02-21T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T04:41:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;有时我只想把生命中的几分钟留给自己. 不去想令我感到讨厌的人, 也不去想我所爱的人. 在这几分钟内把全部生活上的喜怒哀乐一一拼在脑里, 好好地分析一下身为我的这个人到低算不算活得成功. 成功并不是指金钱, 学业或物质上的成功. 所偎成功指的是有没有开开心心地过生活, 因为活得幸福才会对得起自己. 这才是最重要的. 仔细想想后, 我却很不幸地发现到原来我只配用两个字来形容我的生活: 可悲. 你的生活可否像我的一样充满了无数的 "what-if"s , "if-only"s , "i-should-have"s 或 "why-didn't-i"s ? 这四句话是否听起来非常耳熟呢? 如果你的答案和我的一样是 "是", 那这说明你大多数是为别人而不是为自己活着. 因为假如你是为自己而活, 你绝不会让自己活出遗感的. 只要你有过着不愉快的时光, 那段时光就算是被浪费掉了. 那我想我的生活已经浪费了不少时间而你也一样. 我想我们不该把过去的后悔挖出来, 而要把它抛到天外去. 错过的已经错过了再去想它也是没用的. 就让我们忘了过去, 痛快地把现在活好. 因为, 我们都有很长很长的路要走. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bleah, the random scribblings =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114052569839369463?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114052569839369463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114052569839369463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114052569839369463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114052569839369463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114035368974012568</id><published>2006-02-19T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T04:56:46.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;命苦啊~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was merely two days ago when i was so excited because finally the weekends had arrived and finally we can all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;放松&lt;/span&gt; for awhile... but NO! the weekends just had to pass by so quickly. tomorrow, will the start of a new tormenting week. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. *cries, whines, bitches, complain, throw tantrum, &lt;s&gt;smash violin&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;punch 'ouch'&lt;/s&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i know. just because i'm not tall enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that didn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH i'm going insane again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the usual everything night thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bashes tomato ketchup into tomato*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114035368974012568?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114035368974012568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114035368974012568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114035368974012568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114035368974012568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-merely-two-days-ago-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114027507484334861</id><published>2006-02-18T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T07:04:35.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boohoo. My weekend is coming to a tragic end. Soon school will resume. No more late nights. No more late mornings. No more happy moments. T_T This is such a sad world. Why can't weekdays be made up of 2 days and weekends 5? This would make life for all much easier. Let's all make a petition to the leaders and governments around the world. Ask them to whole a worldwide meeting. And turn the tables around. From now on, it's a 2 day work week! 5 days of weekends. =] Oh how wonderful it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T Yea, Dream on alright. Luckily i'm done with history and maths. Just the stupid language arts symbol thing. Today was nice during the beginning of the day. After 2.15 pm everything became pointless. ='( Let's all chant, pointless. pointless. pointless. I want to be a full time holidayer! This is so unfair. We students lead such fucked up lives. Unlike students from the past. They learnt such early chicken feet stuff. I doubt my mum learnt indices when she was in secondary two. probably then they started fractions in secondary two XD Or perhaps decimals. Because it seems to me that this word childhood only existed in their times. With so much free time after school, the boys used to be able to catch spiders and play catching till evening and girls could play marbles and skipping ropes and hop scotch. This may sound simple and boring but at least to them it contributed to part of their wonderful childhood. Simple, yet memorable and sweet. Look at our 'childhood' or rather, 'pre adulthood days'. Studying, studying, studying. Our poor childhood, wasted away just like that. I wanna be an adult soon =] imagine, hanging out with your friends till late at night without having anyone to nag at you or stick behind your back every now and then. =] Just this evening i was stoning on the sofa, visualizing myself 10 years from now =] I started smiling foolishly to myself. But that short blissful moment, at least for now it gives me something to look forward to in life. A goal! I shall enjoy my remaining years until 10 years later. Somehow i shall stumble across this post once again and laugh at my words typed out 10 years ago. Really i wonder, how would it be like? I guess the first thing that comes to my mind would be : Wow. How time flies. 10 years just like that. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114027507484334861?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114027507484334861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114027507484334861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114027507484334861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114027507484334861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/boohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114018605165445301</id><published>2006-02-17T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T06:20:52.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i shall do kiayi's quiz!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you prefer apple or banana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obviously banana =] banana can fry it and eat goreng pisang, can put ice cream and have banana split, can chop small small and make muffin, can squash it and bash it and make milkshake!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like shitting or urinating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shitting la. Shitting take a longer time then can slack for a longer time while stoning on the bowl xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You like to eat chicken rice or duck rice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Duck rice ^^ Duck is yummier than chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like to fart or burp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha, what a difficult choice. I guess i prefer burping, SILENTLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you use nail polish or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes i do. Every vain (normal) girl does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer nose digging or ear digging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ear digging. It's nice to use the batonnets to dig my ear. It's a nice sensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like to eat vegetables or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUH. I can't live without vegetables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you bite your fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, sometimes when i'm nervous or scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you prefer black or white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black. white is way too painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like Maths or Science better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maths. The teacher is nicer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you eat food with LOadS of gravy or VerY little gravy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOADS of gravy would do good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you prefer salty or sweet taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salt is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you prefer to push the door or pull the door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Push. can use less force XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you look at your mucus after you blew them unto a tissue paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. After i dig, i discard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you seen your shit on the toilet paper after you wiped your butt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No. After i wipe, i discard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you like male teachers more or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Male teachers if they're hot and female teachers if they're gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You prefer newly bought stuff you have craved for or old stuff with sedimental value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Newly bought stuff. Obviously there would be more interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Group work or solo work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Group work, so i can do less XD so i can sit back and watch others slog their guts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Series drama or one shot movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One shot movie. Short, yet unforgettable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Money or love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Powerpoint or Microsoft word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Powerpoint, it's so much more interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sqwat toilet or toilet bowl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toilet bowl. Not that tiring and MORE hygenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[girl and boy questions]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. [For girls] Jewelleries or flowers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jewelleries! At least they last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. [For guys] Belt or wallet as a gift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm not a guy, but i wanna do this! i'd like a belt =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. [For girls] Wooden comb or plastic comb?&lt;br /&gt;wooden comb! adds an oriental touch =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. [For guys] Do you prefer a toilet bowl or a stand basin? [wad ever you call it]&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a guy but just to correct kiayi, it's a urinal! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. [For girls] Guys that are about your age or older guys?&lt;br /&gt;Older guys =] Most obviously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. [For guys] Girls that flaunt their assets or discreet girls that snap at anyone who touches her?&lt;br /&gt;I still  wanna do this! i respect girls who flaunt their assests (PROVIDED THEY HAVE IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. [for girls] Do you like guys with spiked hair or hair that is not spiked?&lt;br /&gt;Non spiked hair =] hair can be styled in many other ways! why limit to spikes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. [for guys] Long hair or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;Short but not too short =] Long hair ONLY for jrockers ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus for bloggers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like posting hate posts or love posts?&lt;br /&gt;Hate posts. So much easier to manipulate people i hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like making blogskin or posting?&lt;br /&gt;Posting =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like scroll down blogskins or click blogskins?&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down ones, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you like blogskipping or visiting blogs of known friends?&lt;br /&gt;Blogskipping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Apple or Banana?&lt;br /&gt;BANANA, i told you already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114018605165445301?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114018605165445301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114018605165445301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114018605165445301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114018605165445301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-i-shall-do-kiayis-quiz-d-1.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114007501791052413</id><published>2006-02-16T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:33:36.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;\爱情的支票到低要开多大的数目?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票的价值仍然值多少?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票需要写多少张?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票为什么真假分不清?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票为何被打回来?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票怎么可能说发就发?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票为什么会被滥用?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票怎么会那么难拿在手里?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情的支票...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终究几时才会被寄到银行去呢?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random scribblings =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114007501791052413?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114007501791052413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114007501791052413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114007501791052413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114007501791052413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114001334846160447</id><published>2006-02-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T06:22:28.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY 4TH AND FINAL POST OF THE DAY. oh my god i really am turning insane. i've been laughing since after dinner around 8+ and i STILL can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok since i'm in a BAD mood (note the drastic change) i'll post about something UN happening. seriously i agree with kiayi. Mrs T asked us today about what exactly is happening to the students of dunman high. But i think we as students are allowed to ask in return, WHAT on earth is happening to the teachers? Everyone's becoming so unhappy. everyone's becoming so annoying. Everyone's starting to be filled with angst. Why? Ok firstly i'll talk about Wongka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wongka was really so horrible. she went around gloating to everyone about how bad our class is. THe worst, she claimed. HaHa. I personally think, she is the WORST teacher. Why? Because she didn't get her facts right before blabbering away to other teachers about how barbaric we are. And i don't see how BAD our class is. So bad until we have reached the worst. -.- wow, now THAT is some accomplishment. Wongka was being so unreasonable. reason being she herself was sleeping during I&amp;E. Since she was happily snoozing off at the back, how can she judge on who was paying attention and who was not? actually i don't think anyone was really paying attention. Firstly, I&amp;amp;E is NOT interesting. we're all forced into this whole bloody thing arent we? we weren't given a choice. We were forced to be paid for. Not one of us said that we wanted this. Ok back to the point. She herself was sleeping away so how can she tell the attentive from the others? what if for the split moment when she opened her eyes the attentive people happened to be giving constructive ideas? (i doubt anyone was) what if for that moment the mischevious ones were resting their mouths for awhile? How can she just base her judgement on what she saw for merely a few moments? It is unfair, isnt it? She as a teacher should set the right example, by simply NOT dozing off in class and then turning around to point the finger at us in return. What is her problem? I'm sure alot of us would feel so wronged. But too bad we never have a chance to voice out our opinions in front of them. Because in school, teachers are forever right. Students are forever wrong. Students who try to prove themselves otherwise are labelled as rebellious students. this makes no point does it? but yes, this is the way it works. unfair and biased. And secondly, I don't see how Wongka can even think that sulin is dismissing her. Sulin was merely answering her question! and i think sulin is VERY brave to do so. most students would just keep their head low and remain silent. Please note, sulin is not REBELLING, she's just answering a question asked by the teacher. Maybe it's because no one ever dares to answer the teacher. everyone's afraid of offending them. because no matter what we do, they ARE above us. right or wrong, as long as it's on a different stand as the teachers, we are ALWAYS wrong. I think Wongka is just so jealous because probably no one has dared to answer her as sulin did yesterday. I never said that we aren't in the wrong. we definetly are, but SO IS SHE! it's unfair for her to just escape unscathed like that. *relaxes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now on to roti john. She, for god's sake is our form teacher. shouldnt she have more faith in us than to just blindy believe her colleague? see? this perfectly acts as an evidence that students are ALWAYS wrong. we never are given a chance to stand up for ourselves. simply because we're always judged by the teachers. IT ISN'T FAIR! and on to the 'punishment' letter. WHY arent we allowed to write about our own feelings about yesterday's incident? simply because she's making us reflect upon something that we did not do enitrely wrong! we're not entirely at fault, so why arent we given the chance to stand up for ourselves? why are we always trained from young to give politically correct answers like: i will promise to be a good student from now on. I will listen attentively for all lessons and not day dream. I will not talk in class. -.- who in the world actually manages to accomplish that? it's simply because we've been taught to write all these untruthful stuff since young! we're forced to make empty promises, forced to spin beautifully structured lies. taught by who? none other than the teachers. don't they realise that forcing us to write something against our own will is not going to work out at all? so why are they still wasting their time? teachers these days seriously have to start thinking of new ways to really interact with the students. not by telling us this and that. not by demanding us to do this and that. not by bossing us around. not by brainwashing us. but by letting our ideas flow more freely in the classroom. by listening more to our opinions and ideas. by understanding us more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt any teacher would read this whole thing. but even if a teacher comes across this? so what? would he or she listen and feel moved or touched? would he or she feel sorry? NO! why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be considered as a rebellious student by going against the teachers. i would be showing great disrespect although the truth is that i'm only trying to state my stand. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because once again, teachers are ALWAYS right. students are ALWAYS wrong. any student who thinks otherwise would be a bad bad student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is like that eh? unfair, biased and full of injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a student in a good school is no fun at all, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114001334846160447?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114001334846160447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114001334846160447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114001334846160447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114001334846160447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-4th-and-final-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114000696888446133</id><published>2006-02-15T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T04:36:09.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT IS ALL YUBABA'S FAULT. AND ALL SULIN'S FAULT. AND ALL MY OWN FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING!!!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid yubaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell to her for having such umbrellically umbrelicious (derived from the word, umbrella) hair and such a cucumbelically cucumberous (derived from word cucumber) nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stomach pain la..... cannot stop laughing!!!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114000696888446133?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114000696888446133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114000696888446133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114000696888446133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114000696888446133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-all-yubabas-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-114001049494564185</id><published>2006-02-15T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T05:34:55.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reason by Bonnie Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us had enough money&lt;br /&gt;to take a cab&lt;br /&gt;He asked me&lt;br /&gt;"can you walk?... Yes, you can."&lt;br /&gt;It took us forever to be home&lt;br /&gt;People might call my darling "crazy"&lt;br /&gt;But he'd say&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, what a nice compliment"&lt;br /&gt;I think that's why I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning&lt;br /&gt;I wake up earlier than him&lt;br /&gt;Hunger, anger or hangover causes me&lt;br /&gt;the damned headaches&lt;br /&gt;Gallons of coffee help my&lt;br /&gt;dizzy and digestion&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;I look better in the daytime&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always helps me&lt;br /&gt;carrying bags and stuff&lt;br /&gt;Even when he's bushed,&lt;br /&gt;he talks to me like a machine gun&lt;br /&gt;While I'm sobbing&lt;br /&gt;he keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I could cry like you"&lt;br /&gt;Father, little brother and lover...&lt;br /&gt;he plays so diverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering about "why me?"&lt;br /&gt;behind the door&lt;br /&gt;He came out before I know it and said&lt;br /&gt;"You disappeared again!"&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;It's my bad habit like a rabbit&lt;br /&gt;when I feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;But I realized finally&lt;br /&gt;All I need is not a reason but him&lt;br /&gt;It's not a reason but him&lt;br /&gt;It's not a reason but him, but him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song for the lyrics =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-114001049494564185?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/114001049494564185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=114001049494564185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114001049494564185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/114001049494564185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/reason-by-bonnie-pink-neither-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113998299129549935</id><published>2006-02-15T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:56:31.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>computer lesson is so nice. we're learning how to hold video cameras like pros. but i'm not interested in listening. i'm so giddy. maybe i bent down too much when doing maths sums. its such a long day ahead. what am i to do? geography is so screwed up. i'm going to fail tomorrow. this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113998299129549935?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113998299129549935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113998299129549935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113998299129549935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113998299129549935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/computer-lesson-is-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113992911103238826</id><published>2006-02-14T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:53:09.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;你最忙时就会忙很长的一段时期, 这也变成我最寂寞的一段时期. 有那么多的事情想和你分享, 却不敢对你说. 请别误会了, 我不是故意不理你, 更不是存心和你闹情绪. 我只是不想整天烦着你而以. 宁愿一个人自己发闷也不要防碍你做事. 请记住, 我根本就没怪过你的忙, 因为我是了解的. 所以你不必道谦, 只要开心地继续下去. 我们还有很长的路要一起走下去, 别让我们停止在这些小小的误会中. 今天是情人节就让我对你说声我爱你!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s 做人别想太多开心就好!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113992911103238826?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113992911103238826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113992911103238826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113992911103238826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113992911103238826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113991137410147805</id><published>2006-02-14T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T02:02:54.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is valentine's day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; today is a day of love and warmth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a day of mixed feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a day of drastic moods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a day of flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a day of gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i waited a long time for that sms and got it very much later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today that one late sms made my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to love, but love the way i hate to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i love to love =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that made no sense. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the following people for making my valentine's day a memorable one :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) SULIN!!! i love you for your beautiful orange ginvera and i love you even more for being such a great best friend. =] you're FIRST on my list! be proud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) KIAYI!!! i love you for your nice red heart balloon and although it burst in the end i still love you! haha. thanks for being such a nice concubine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) SHUYI MY ANGEL! i love you for your 10 packets of maamee and nice card =] abit weird but very nice! haha. i love you sexy banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) YUEHUAN!!! i love you for your cute little un-blossomed 'rose' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) DAWN!!! i love you for your very very wonderful red red rose, it's absolutely wonderful. happy birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) RACHEL!!! i love you for your bookmark with nice message =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) HILDA!!! i love you for your nice nice card with that cute little bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) JIA HUI!!! i love you my ex desk partner for the 2 ferrero chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) ZHOU!!! i love you for that peach cream flavoured lollipop with that nice card =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) J2!!! haha really thanks alot for that nice nice nice nice bracelet with my name carved on it ^^ it's really very nice! and that nice blue rose =] you're a very sweet boy =] thanks thanks thanks!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) MUMMY AND DADDY!!! thanks mum for that nice small bouquet of flowers, and dad for that special sms sent all the way form hongkong ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) brian =] you~~~~~ evil~~~~~~~ you do not deserved to be thanked but who cares, you're special =] thanks for your late *sarcastic* sms =] it ultimately made my day =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy valentines day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and credits once again given to sulin and yuehuan for making me happier in class and entertaining me with all the jokes and laughter! =] i love you two girls alot alot alot! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s the roses were dying in the bus and i had to talk to them through telepathy to try to save them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roses: *look dead and wilting*&lt;br /&gt;me: *roses darling, do not cry*&lt;br /&gt;roses: *look dying*&lt;br /&gt;me: *here, rest on my shoulder should your heads be too big for your thin frail long neck*&lt;br /&gt;roses: * rest on my shoulder after being re-adjusted by me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=] now they're sitting happily in a bottle of water!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113991137410147805?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113991137410147805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>to one and all, have a happy *sigh* valentine's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113982707484797372?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113982707484797372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113982707484797372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113982707484797372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113982707484797372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-one-and-all-have-happy-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113971496716794147</id><published>2006-02-11T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:29:27.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just realised there's alot for me to do. =&lt;br /&gt;se workshop is coming again. haven't chosen any song to play yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography test is coming yet i have no idea how to study because salami ng hasnt taught us at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese test is coming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward when school starts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid life of mine. sheesh.&lt;div 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type='html'>=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuehuan asks me to update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but update about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha probably i'll update tomorrow!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D today is such a jolly fun day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113958173451992937?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113958173451992937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113958173451992937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113958173451992937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113958173451992937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/yuehuan-asks-me-to-update-but-update.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113940537505156987</id><published>2006-02-08T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T05:29:35.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my throat is feeling so much better!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to the medicine and lozenges &lt;s&gt;and ice cream and cookies&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ok, daddy said that it's perfectly alright to take ice cream when having sore throat. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*frolicks around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday is coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113940537505156987?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113940537505156987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113940537505156987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113940537505156987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113940537505156987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113931165864940192</id><published>2006-02-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T03:27:38.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was so bad. my throat hurted like hell. it's absolutely annoying. i wish i can just slash it open so the blood will all drain out then i won't be feeling this irritance at my throat. it's so painful like a needle stabbing my right tonsil everytime i swallow. oh well, maybe i have throat cancer and i'm dying soon o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically slept through chinese. it was a good sleep =] even though i drooled a little on my exercise book ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat....... x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113931165864940192?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113905737187275962</id><published>2006-02-04T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T04:49:32.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was fun!!!!!!!!!! =] short, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week, again, again! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113905737187275962?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113905737187275962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113905737187275962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113905737187275962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113905737187275962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-fun-short-but-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113902405441815696</id><published>2006-02-03T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T19:34:14.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm hungry T_T very hungry &gt;.&lt; i can't eat my chicken pie or there'll be nothing left for my lunch!!!!!!!!! boo hoo. hungry hungry hungry. ok well yesterday school was fine. new JUNIORS came in for se. they all look quite fine =] the nice pretty korean girl and that cute little small girl. 3 lookalikes BUT that very irritating PIG. i can't believe he got in. i mean, WHY WHY WHY WHY?! and it's a higher percentage that he'll get into violin 2. unless ms ku can be really nice and shove him to violin 1 =P i detest him. =( from the first time i saw him. horrible child. never mind, guess it'll take time for me to start liking him. although i do not wish to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D going out later!!!!! wheeeeeeeEEEEeeeeeee.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blasts myself off to the moon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still hungry T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113902405441815696?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113902405441815696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113902405441815696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113902405441815696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113902405441815696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-hungry-tt-very-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113888144779818750</id><published>2006-02-02T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T03:57:28.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was fun. school always is fun haha. all those laughing times with sulin and yue huan. uncomparable =] except that chemical formula writing is driving me wild haha. guess it takes time. and i'm so in love with indices! i love big words like : googleplex, quadtuordecillion, sextillion, septillion, quinticillion, centrillion... now numbers do not only end at zillion! =D and a google is 10 to the power of 100. then a googleplex is 10 to the power of a google. so you can imagine, a googleplex is 10 to the power of (10 to the power 100.) 10 to the power of the answer in the bracket. O_O tomorrow is friday already!!! and then it'd be saturday =] *grins from ear to ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling, please get well as soooooooon as possible. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113888144779818750?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113888144779818750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113888144779818750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113888144779818750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113888144779818750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113880020845062506</id><published>2006-02-01T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T05:23:28.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so silly. =P 3 more days!! all that waiting is killing me to bits and shreds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope tomorrow will be a good one. good and fast one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hope the day after tomorrow will be a good one too. another good and even faster one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all pray that saturday will come quick but end slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113880020845062506?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113880020845062506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113880020845062506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113880020845062506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113880020845062506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-so-silly.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113878146976068592</id><published>2006-01-31T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:11:10.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok that's it. i cannot stand you anymore. for heaven's sake are you even my real sister? i don't care if you are or not because i do not treat you like one. you fucking bitch. everything has to always be your way huh? why? because you almost died when you were young? oh who cares? i don't! stop thinking that just because you almost died then you have the authority to call the shots in THIS house. in fact, here's something you ought to know. based on your level of maturity and intelligence, you have no right to play boss in my family, neither do you deserve my respect. can you please reflect on yourself? maybe after that you'll realise why your number of friends always reaches no more than 10. yea so what if you have friends? people only come to you just because you're always so demure and gentle and quiet outside. EAT MY SHIT. i bet your friends don't know how barbaric and rebellious you are at home. why do you always think you're so right? you're only fond of making false accusations of others, letting yourself seem so much like the victim. but you what? WE who are living with you are the real victims. everyone has to give in to you everytime. even after we do that, you turn around and accuse our parents of being biased against you. like what the fuck? do you even realise how much effort they put in to just please you? and then you never ever show your gratitude. i'm sick and tired of reasoning out with you already (in fact i think everyone is) because the fact is that you never ever listen! you're so stubborn that you never want to listen to the others. you always think you're so correct! i think, that my life would be much happier if not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was referring to YOU, my sister who doesn't act like a sister. stop living in your own world of godly fantasies. i don't see how you are fit to be deemed a christian. i've never seen a christian getting every single thing he/she wants by force and rebelliance. i've never seen a christian shutting out everyone else in his/her life and only letting GOD in. i've never seen a christian like you before. and most obviously, god has failed in teaching you even the most basic christian philosophies and qualities. if every single christian were to be like you, i'd bet that the world would be in ultimate chaos. you're a shame, girl. better wake up before the whole world starts hating you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113878146976068592?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113878146976068592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113878146976068592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113878146976068592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113878146976068592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113876869990301475</id><published>2006-01-31T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:38:38.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was sad, but my angel gave me nice cards. i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sad, but kiayi gave me a hug. i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sad, but ryan made me laugh. i was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very sad, but sulin made me laugh and gave me a hug. i was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm very happy. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113876869990301475?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113876869990301475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113876869990301475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113876869990301475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113876869990301475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-sad-but-my-angel-gave-me-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113871628313971119</id><published>2006-01-31T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T06:19:50.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dir en grey's akuro no oka is such a sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'll be the loneliest girl on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people around me will all be having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't you even tell the difference from being truely happy, forcefully happy and being sarcastically happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt so desperate and pissed off because there's this whole mountain of worries and anger and troubles trapped inside you but there's no one to tell to. people whom you don't wish to tell keep bugging you for an answer while people you wish to talk to just aren't there. in fact, they never are! why are the people i want to talk to always so busy yet the people whom i wish to ignore are so free? seriously, i feel like smashing something. sooner or later i'm going to explode of anger and frustration with all my guts and intestines spilling out just like an over cooked turkey bursting with fillings and rice in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all because people never ever listen. they hear, but they don't listen. what's the whole damn point? any longer, i'm going to have high blood pressure already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113871628313971119?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113863200794717245</id><published>2006-01-30T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:40:08.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my left eye lid keeps twitching. this is a very very bad omen. it just won't stop! oh this is going to be SUCH A GREAT YEAR. *rolls eyes* whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113863200794717245?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113863200794717245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113863200794717245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113863200794717245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113863200794717245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-left-eye-lid-keeps-twitching.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113854375174358603</id><published>2006-01-29T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T06:09:11.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love enya's music. it makes me feel holy and calmed and so pure. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can picture myself as a celtic warrior, standing on the highest cliff and overlooking the view of forests and valleys and waterfalls, watching the eagles soar high. and while drawing my sword and pointing it towards the sun, the song 'may it be' shall be playing through my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113854375174358603?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113854375174358603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113854375174358603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113854375174358603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113854375174358603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-enyas-music.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113853756462190972</id><published>2006-01-29T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T04:26:05.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so far first day of new year's fun. not as many hongbaos but they contained more cash in them =P we all were gambling and i just hate the way that uncle acts big. think he's so powerful and rich. what a swine. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched this very sad movie ' all about love ' charlene choi is so pretty *_* and it's so sad. *sniff sniff* i wanna watch it again! it's so much better than perhaps love. although it's another good sad movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113853756462190972?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113853756462190972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113853756462190972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113853756462190972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113853756462190972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-far-first-day-of-new-years-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113846406799862950</id><published>2006-01-28T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T08:01:10.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright i just spent my new year crying and hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very, very good omen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113846406799862950?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113846406799862950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113846406799862950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113846406799862950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113846406799862950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/alright-i-just-spent-my-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113845779489517513</id><published>2006-01-28T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T06:16:46.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU ARE SUCH A DIMWIT! WHEN WILL YOU FINALLY SEE THAT I AM HERE AND ALIVE AND NOT DEAD HUH? WHEN WILL YOU STOP BEING SUCH AN IDIOT! WHEN WHEN WHEN?! I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm actually no. i love you, BUT NOW I HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just hating you a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall i'm still loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, what am i saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bashes myself with modem*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113845779489517513?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113845779489517513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113845779489517513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113845779489517513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113845779489517513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-are-such-dimwit-when-will-you.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113844315892158193</id><published>2006-01-28T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T02:12:43.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-.- i'm still living in yesterday. wayne wished me happy new year's eve online and i corrected him by telling him it should be happy new year eve's eve. then he told me it is new year's eve. then i realised that i'm wrong. -.- nevermind about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh. do you're bent on ignoring me again? oh well i'm damn fine with it. i'll do the same and let's see how long this shit will last. i never ever said it but do you know sometimes how much i hate you?&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/7639544-113844315892158193?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113844315892158193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113844315892158193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113844315892158193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113844315892158193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113836341430772261</id><published>2006-01-27T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T04:05:08.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>t'was a short day in school today. got back our wonderfully done class tee. art was awesome. me and sulin have got our sculpture all nicely planned out already. can't wait to start on it. i'm don't know what else to say. i want to do something but i'm not sure what. i guess this's what they call, restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want chinese new year!!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113836341430772261?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113836341430772261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113836341430772261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113836341430772261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113836341430772261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/twas-short-day-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113826028812844776</id><published>2006-01-25T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:24:48.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much to say, no one to say to. i'm not angry anymore. just very very very confused. everything just messed like. like shit. like fucking bloody shit. i guess the scene just now had been enough for everyone to take already. i agree it was rather heated. everything just went wrong. i still don't think that it's anyone's fault but i'm still bewildered by the question: why did she cry? sure she only wanted to help. but it's HER choice to help afterall. she should have expected the negative feedback. afterall there's nothing in this world that can satisfy everyone. she should have expected that not everyone would be happy about her decision. why is she still crying? and now everyone flocks to her because they think yuehuan made her cry! which is so absurd. excuse me, WE are the ones who should be crying. both me and her. surely you people know how difficult it is to work with 4 boys. she really don't have to put so much unneccesary stress on herself. no one's forcing her, no one's blaming her. certainly the fault lies with no one. it's just that one thing she did, which was to cry, that started this big thing. no one ever blamed her! yuehuan merely asked her why she had to make that decision. surely she didn't have to have such a giant reaction? yes we all know that she's feeling very stressed up. but what for? no one ever told her to do this and do that. and if she chooses to do it that way, she should be always ready to bear all consequences, since she made that decision. she shouldn't start crying. because when she does, majority of the class starts pitying her. and poor yuehuan, who is the REAL VICTIM will be known as the bad guy. i don't know how this whole fuck mess came about. but whatever it is, i still think that it's no one's fault. people are just all overreacting. there's nothing to feel stressed about! no one's blaming you. no one's blaming YOU either. both of you, no one's at fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm already fucking pissed about ME HAVING TO GROUP WITH 4 BOYS (not that i dislike you, ryan =]) ESPECIALLY KENNETH. and now this whole war comes about. i don't know what to say. i'm just going to shut myself in the room, have a cup of iced tea, turn on the conditioner, listen to enya's music and sleep. this day has been too much for us all to take. chill out 2I, things MAY NOT be as bad as you all think. no one's at fault. it's just that people are pushing the blame to themself, making the other party seem like the bad guy through their 'nobility' just forget about this whole thing, and tomorrow will be another day started afresh. we'll all forget about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sinhui, chill. it's hard on you but just relax. being chairperson isnt supposed to be torturous. you're putting too much pressure on yourself. seriously girl, everything's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for me, i'll just go talk to the wall since it's the only thing i can talk to without hesitation. today has been too much for me as well. i need to start breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113826028812844776?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113826028812844776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113826028812844776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113826028812844776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113826028812844776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-much-to-say-no-one-to-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113819641223021383</id><published>2006-01-25T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T05:40:12.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a fun fun day =] I got so cracked up by cikgu salleh. everytime i look at him and the way he walks i just laugh until my intestines twirl around each other. AND during lunch we sat RIGHT opposite TEO. O_O you can imagine how DIFFICULT it was for me to even swallow my porridge. my mouth was like quivering all the way &gt;&lt; AND. he waved to me and sulin!!!!! with this cute little wave and a blur blur smile *_* -starts hyperventilating-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we RESTARTED the whole angel mortal game because some people had two angels and some had none -.- so previously, my mortal was pamela and my angel was ALSO pamela. =D so we ended up like writing notes to each other. &gt;.&lt; my new mortal is ********* =D and i simply love my new angel. he or she has been sending all those sweet messages and drawing super funny pictures and sending them to me like almost every minute. i think i have like more than 20 notes already -.- yay the week is ending so soon. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113819641223021383?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113819641223021383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113819641223021383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113819641223021383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113819641223021383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-fun-fun-day-i-got-so-cracked.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113810201257143796</id><published>2006-01-24T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T03:32:34.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't feel like blogging about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbed these from wynne's blog =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the quiet:&lt;br /&gt;A: no, i practically love quietness. UNLESS it's in the bathroom o_O i switch the tap on throughout so it won't get too quiet. sometimes i talk to myself to distract myself. my bathroom scares me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cut myself:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, both on purpose and accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of the dark:&lt;br /&gt;A: I love the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of facing my back to open doors at night:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, not because of the dark but you never know what's behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run away from home:&lt;br /&gt;A: No. How i wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect comic books:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes!!!!! ANGEL HEART! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut others out when I'm sad:&lt;br /&gt;A: Quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I communicate with others easily:&lt;br /&gt;A: Sometimes. It actually depends if i like his/her face. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the news:&lt;br /&gt;A: Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own over 5 rap CDs:&lt;br /&gt;A: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own something from Hot Topic:&lt;br /&gt;A: Hot Topic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Disney movies:&lt;br /&gt;A: So-so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sucker for eyes:&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't know what you're trying to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kill bugs:&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't kill those ugly things. I get someone (my assasin) to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I curse regularly:&lt;br /&gt;A: Very, regularly. It's a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an "x" in my screen name:&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slipped out a "lol" in a real conversation:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yea, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Spam:&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bake well:&lt;br /&gt;A: I think so. I helped my mum bake turkey and sotong! =D turned out deliciously edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn pajamas to class:&lt;br /&gt;A: I dreamt of doing that. I even dreamt of going everywhere naked. =&lt;br /&gt;I have a job:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes. I study for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Martha Stewart:&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS:&lt;br /&gt;A: As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am self-conscious:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to laugh:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried alcohol:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried a cigarette:&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cough drops when I'm not sick:&lt;br /&gt;A: No, why would i do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have smoked weed:&lt;br /&gt;A: No, i not stick weeds up my nostrils and then start sniffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing pills make you gag:&lt;br /&gt;A: Used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many emotional scars:&lt;br /&gt;A: Some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many physical scars:&lt;br /&gt;A: I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room:&lt;br /&gt;A: Definetly i can't. Imagine it crawling into your nose or mouth of whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really ticklish:&lt;br /&gt;A: I wasn't, but got infected by SOME person =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love chocolate:&lt;br /&gt;A: I'm ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails:&lt;br /&gt;A: No, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with being me:&lt;br /&gt;A: Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen a shooting star:&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed &amp;amp; had some type of beverage come outof your nose:&lt;br /&gt;A: Nope. it went up my nose but i didn't open mouth nor breathe so it slipped back down my throat. It was a nice cool feeling up my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swore at your parents:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour:&lt;br /&gt;A: How much is a gallon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank a half a gallon of milk in under a minute:&lt;br /&gt;A: I repeat, how much is a gallon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitten someone:&lt;br /&gt;A: yes, i've bitten my sister when we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten the chicken pox:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, during my P6 prelims =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed into a car:&lt;br /&gt;A: No. but my dad almost crashed us into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a Three way kiss:&lt;br /&gt;A: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridden in a taxi:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a crush on a teacher/coach:&lt;br /&gt;A: YES! TEO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been On A Plane:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been called a tease&lt;br /&gt;A: tease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show:&lt;br /&gt;A: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a bar?:&lt;br /&gt;A: No, i haven't been to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi:&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked purposefully into traffic with your eyesclosed:&lt;br /&gt;A: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a complete stranger:&lt;br /&gt;A: Up to you to find out =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things that make me smile:&lt;br /&gt;1. darling totomo =]&lt;br /&gt;2. Sulin =]&lt;br /&gt;3. the dorky things that hide did =D&lt;br /&gt;4. the crazy stuff that miyavi does =]&lt;br /&gt;5. when people tell me i'm pretty XD&lt;br /&gt;6. holidays&lt;br /&gt;7. days when i'm going out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN ways to win my heart (right now):&lt;br /&gt;1. Help me bring hide back to life ~_~&lt;br /&gt;2. give me lots of cash&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy me a neoprint machine so i can place it at home =D&lt;br /&gt;4. HMV 90% discount card =D (as if there's such a thing)&lt;br /&gt;5. Kino 90% discount card =D (as if there's such a thing)&lt;br /&gt;6. Give me permission to skip napfa FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;7. Bring me to see hide's grave ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I believe in:&lt;br /&gt;1. Never ending love. aw... how sweet.. =D&lt;br /&gt;2. hide is forever alive =( *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;3. Money is everything&lt;br /&gt;4. You're never going to survive if you're ugly&lt;br /&gt;5. You're never going to survive if you're dumb&lt;br /&gt;6. There is afterlife&lt;br /&gt;7. There are spirits everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things I'm afraid of that are just BLAH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Not being able to grow taller&lt;br /&gt;2. What if one day totomo's gone?!?!?!!?! ='(&lt;br /&gt;3. Losing my handphone&lt;br /&gt;4. my bathroom&lt;br /&gt;5. Having not enough money&lt;br /&gt;6. Losing my computer&lt;br /&gt;7. Losing my intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN things that I do everyday:&lt;br /&gt;1. sms people&lt;br /&gt;2. eat&lt;br /&gt;3. sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. go toilet&lt;br /&gt;5. drink&lt;br /&gt;6. listen to music&lt;br /&gt;7. doodle on my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE7EN people I want to see right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. totomo =(&lt;br /&gt;2. hide =(&lt;br /&gt;3. miyavi =]&lt;br /&gt;4. teo! =D&lt;br /&gt;5. totomo.....&lt;br /&gt;6. Totomo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. TOTOMO~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113810201257143796?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113810201257143796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113810201257143796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113810201257143796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113810201257143796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-feel-like-blogging-about-school.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113801679033415579</id><published>2006-01-23T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T03:46:30.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a high day. for no apparant reason i couldnt stop laughing during the first period after i couldnt stop sneezing for like 20+ times. so i was like sneezing and laughing at the same time. no one else found it amusing =\ they were all busy listening to ms ling. only sulin realised and threw me a 'are you ok?' but i was too busy laughing that i couldnt reply. just kept laughing and my stomach almost exploded from the tension. ~_~ 2 free science periods after that. didn't do anything much except for finishing up my angel heart. recess was the usual. 2 periods of chinese after that. it was quite bland. but wang lao shi is so cute. like an ant. =] assembly was nothing much. lunch was so funny. me and sulin laughed like crazy then we couldnt stop ~_~ my stomach hurt again. too much exercise of the stomach muscles i guess. =p se was fun. THE TRUTH HAS FINALLY COME TO DAYLIGHT! O_O actually i'm not sure if it's a good thing or bad thing. haha. what do you think, SULIN? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113801679033415579?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113801679033415579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113801679033415579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113801679033415579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113801679033415579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-high-day.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113794002815558713</id><published>2006-01-22T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T06:27:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel hardworking =] for the first time in my life i've practised my violin for 1 1/2 hours yesterday AND today. so that makes it two days in a roll xD school starts tomorrow again. actually i'm looking forward to it =] just 1 more week and 2 more days of school to ressurection!!! ok maybe not so exaggerating. but i've waited so long for that day =] i can't wait i can't wait i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113767846048843704</id><published>2006-01-19T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T05:47:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since you're ALWAYS so busy, fine go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't bother you by saying even the simplest hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend my fingers are numb so i can't type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend i'm deaf so i can't hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend i'm dumb so i can't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend i'm just blind so i can't see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend you're not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll pretend that you were never here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113767846048843704?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113767846048843704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113767846048843704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113767846048843704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113767846048843704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/since-youre-always-so-busy-fine-go.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113767580464935179</id><published>2006-01-19T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T05:03:24.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stay with me always&lt;br /&gt;forever by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop disappearing from me&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday if i'm no longer here&lt;br /&gt;it'd be too late to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113767580464935179?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113767580464935179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was average. not much of a fun. saw skeith talking to mr yeo outside J's classroom haha. maths was fabulous. me and sulin now know of another easier solution to solving sets problem sums =D we were happily getting ready for dismissal while watching others struggle to understand the more complicated method. xD tuition today was so fun. i learnt indices. =D and they're so complicatingly fun. I'M LEARNING A LEVEL MATHS!!! =D how honourific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for school tomorrow. 4 subjects including my favourite. VISUAL ARTS! OH MY TEO. =D i just can't can't wait. X) after se me and sulin are going out!!! then i can get my dir en grey XX book! XD wanted to get the x japan one with the silver shiny hard cover but apparantly someone took it already =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excitement excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way i had a queer dream last night. dreamt that orchard sort of like turned into harajuku. street performers and cosplayers everywhere. then i saw a kaoru cosplayer with a toshiya cosplayer giving out flyers -.- even ah lians were everywhere but they all wore horrible black or white netted skirts that look like tutus with this fashion tops. =X the horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113766853650314338?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113766853650314338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113766853650314338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113766853650314338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113766853650314338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-was-average.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113765414168986929</id><published>2006-01-18T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:02:21.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got tagged by eLis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game: Post 5 weird and random facts about yourself, then at the end list, post 5 people who are next in line to do this. Don't forget to leave a comment that says, "U r tagged" in their blog and tell them to read yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i'm so lazy that i'd rather hold on to my urine for the whole night than let the trip to the toilet disrupt my sleep. (often leaves me partially paralysed waist down int he morning)&lt;br /&gt;2) i dreamt that ando daisuke was sitting infront of me on the bus 14 =D&lt;br /&gt;3) i like to imitate people's voices. (especially teachers)&lt;br /&gt;4) i turn hyper and insane after being irritated and angry few hours before.&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm in love with my garfield named 'ouch'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names: sulin, brian, da jie, kiayi and marcus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113765414168986929?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113765414168986929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113765414168986929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113765414168986929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113765414168986929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/got-tagged-by-elis.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113758640082574359</id><published>2006-01-18T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T04:13:21.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so happy today =D probably because i felt a little irritated in the morning. as sulin says, everytime i get irritated for awhile, the rest of the day will be subjected to madness and insanity. XD sand since there isnt much to blog about, i shall blog about school AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was 2 periods of science. touched up on atoms and ions again. it's very very amusing how caesium reacted when contacted with water. the entire water trough burst into sparks, causing a hole on the walls of it and then resulting in spilling of water with smoke billowing out. and now me and sulin have created a new way of lighting fireworks ON WATER. we can just find this big big lake and then dump huge amounts of rubidium into it. the rubidium would then burst into sparks individually and shoot up into the sky. how interesting. anyone knows where to purchase rubidium or caesium? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after science was PE. we all ran one round and came back panting like crazy. thus i conclude, i WILL fail my 2.4 for napfa this year -.- did table tennis after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 periods of maths after that which was very fun. miss ngau overheard me telling sulin that even the maths worksheet is laughing at me. or maybe i said that a little too loud =] you should have seen her expression. about why i said that, you don't have to know. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;language arts was DUMB. john john told us about JC life and wasted the enitre period. however, i am still quite amused by her funny accent which includes starting her sentences with words of an almost monotonous tone and then ending it with the last two words having this particular pattern that repeats everytime. for example : you1 have1 to1 be1 very1 inde1-pen2-den4. OR: language1 arts1 is1 a1 very1 intersting1 sub2-ject4. and she speaks in this weird softy tone. otherwise, language arts was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billingual program was quite nice. yay me sulin and yuehuan rock. i bet we're going to come out with the most unique design. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese was soent on the test for xi1 you2 ji4. well i wasnt really prepared so my eyes kept rolling to my right to try to catch hold of some 'complimentary' ideas. =D but i told sulin before so i guess she was mentally prepared that her answers would be 'shared' with me. =D what are best friends for XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geography was the best. filled with so much fun and laughter. although miss cow kept looking at us, who were extremely high by then and were laughing our heads off. everything she teaches seems to be related to food. this probably explains her not-so-small size. it was simply hilarious. i will love geography from now on, for some reasons =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened after that. except i went home to have tuition. tomorrow will be another fun happy day! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just sad that i'm not able to go to the NUS high gig. either its the schooly restriction, or the studently restriction, OR it's the thirteen year old restriction. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113758640082574359?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113758640082574359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113758640082574359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113758640082574359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113758640082574359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-feeling-so-happy-today-d-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113749801787821657</id><published>2006-01-17T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T03:40:18.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was very tiring. one thing i realised, nowadays i start my posts with the words 'school was' how sad. anyway, we had fun lessons. chinese was very funny. i couldnt stop laughing when ziyu was presenting his speech. the way he tugged his shirt and shuffled his feet over and over again just made me cry from amusement. language arts was fun. NOT. stupid john forbids us to use notebooks for note writing. that's absolute fuck crap. aren't notebooks meant for notes? oh whatever. me and a few more people are sticking to our notebooks. nah ah, we will not succumb to roti john's brilliantly ridiculous ideas. I&amp;E was VERY stupid. but funny as well. i hate that mean man. he throws our worksheets at us and refuses to sell us our materials for our products even though we offered him fake money from the 2 pieces of shares sold to ms sandy. -.- talk about business. i'm glad i finished my essay for the commonwealth essay competition thing. now i'm only left with my reflections for the other pieces then compile them nicely together and tada! i've got my first creative pieces portfolio =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate lying cows.&lt;br /&gt;one of them is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113749801787821657?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113749801787821657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113749801787821657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113749801787821657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113749801787821657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-was-very-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113732660551182487</id><published>2006-01-15T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T04:03:25.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, school resumes tomorrow. BOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes to a cornor to sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe it isnt that bad. =D i'll be able to see my TEO! ~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more days to 4th february, i just can't wait. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113732660551182487?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113732660551182487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113732660551182487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113732660551182487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113732660551182487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/once-again-school-resumes-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113720487748981233</id><published>2006-01-13T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:14:37.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up at 715 today. went jogging with sisters around our estate. totalled about 1km+ OMG and i was already losing my stamina. felt so breatheless and faint. now i'm going to wake up every saturday morning to jog =] i feel healthy! well, there's tuition later. i don't want to complete my essay. let me think of an excuse. maybe i can say i have lots of tests and projects from school (although i currently have none) keeping me busy. it's easy, because china female teachers are extremely easy to fool especially when they're so biased towards the girls. all you have to do is apologise &lt;em&gt;sincerely&lt;/em&gt;, look apologetic, and promise that you'll bring it next week. (which you actually don't, because she'll eventually forget) sisters are both going out today. one going shopping, one going to catch a movie with her friend and going out after that. which makes me the only one having to have her saturday fucking taken away. there's no justice!!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i'm missing him so much. wonder when's the next time we can hang out again.. hrm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113720487748981233?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113720487748981233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113720487748981233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113720487748981233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113720487748981233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/woke-up-at-715-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113716239958474985</id><published>2006-01-13T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T06:26:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i placed my pencil in my pocket and it protruded out. and then i stood up and it scratched my wrist. =( it's an ugly one. measures 5 cm in length with holes at intervals initially having blood squirting out. the HOLES are disgusting &gt;.&lt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 441px; HEIGHT: 360px" height="752" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://tinypic.com/k49qh3.jpg" width="773" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and here's my animal family. i love 'ouch' the most!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 299px" height="750" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://tinypic.com/k49que.jpg" width="816" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY WRIST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113716239958474985?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113716239958474985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113716239958474985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113716239958474985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113716239958474985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-placed-my-pencil-in-my-pocket-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113715408690168060</id><published>2006-01-13T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T04:08:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was very very good today. roti john did not come again, as usual, rewarding us all with 3 free periods. only had 2 periods of VISUAL ARTS and 2 periods of chinese. visual arts was so good. i couldnt stop looking at teo *_* he's just so hot la. too hot. i simple cannot withstand such sexiness. =D i know i sound pervertic, but who cares. TEO!!!~ he has this small little mark just below his left eye on his cheek. extreme cuteness. we were made to copy and draw dummies from another paper. mr teo draws good =D chinese was lame. we were all made to read newspaper for the entire two periods. how annoying. se was nice. bus ride home was uh. nice. somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113715408690168060?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113715408690168060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113715408690168060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113715408690168060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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percentage in her body. tsk tsk. what a shame. i'm starting to love roti john alot. alot. she's always absent. so we had 3 free periods today. haha. spent them talking cock with shuyi kiayi and ryan. sex always seems to be our favourite topic. actually shuyi didnt really participate in our lovely discussion. she was busy copying science notes. i shall steal them from her tomorrow =X kiayi is so fun!!!!! =D she's my favourite concubine la.. so much common stuff to talk about. we're thinking of bringing our lemon writing hobby back. =D i think people around who heard us must be really disgusted xD but who cares, it's exciting haha. recess was wonderful. i got to catch some glimpses of my darling teo. xD karmen and I are just so in love with him. don't you people just think he's so sexy, hot, funky, cool, cute.. etc. =D and guess what. we have triple visual arts period tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;.&lt; oh yay oh yay oh yay. =D taught by none other than my teo! let's all set up a fanclub. =] shall we, karmen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. there's tuition again. but it's ok. tomorrow will be a wonderful day =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh whatever. you two can go live your happy fairytale, don't have to bother about me. neither do i bother about whatever that happens between the both of you anyway. *rollseyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113705372346096660?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113705372346096660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113705372346096660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113705372346096660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113705372346096660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-was-quite-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113698495194356724</id><published>2006-01-11T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T05:20:48.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;有一种爱，挂着泪珠，但很凄美 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;有一种爱，伤在心里，却笑在脸上 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;有一种爱，天长地久，却不再拥有 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;曾经天真的以为 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;不管时间多长， 不管空间多远， 爱一定恒久不变， 因为爱没有理由 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;看着心爱的人牵着别人的手 与自己擦肩而过&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;泪，在心里流…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;爱不能成为牵绊， 所以要选择放手　　 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;从容地让你走出我的世界， 而我却始终在你的世界里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;因为爱你， 我选择了成全 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;即使遍体鳞伤， 却也会笑着对你说： “我没事，祝你们幸福！” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;你说我的笑比阳光还灿烂， 可我的心却在一场浩劫后伤痕累累 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;你可知道我的泪，我的伤不能让你看见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;因为我是那样地爱你, 不愿看见你左右为难 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;我的愿望是如此简单—— 只要你过得比我好 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;凡事到极至，伤也会痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;其实爱过就会懂, 当昨日的幸福已成为一种回忆 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;再多的爱也唤不回你的心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;多希望能与你携手走完人生，可陪上一段却也心存感激 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;爱一个人 不应成为他的牵绊， 只要心中有爱， 生活总是那么美好 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;相遇是一种缘， 相识，相恋更是一种缘　 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;缘起而聚，缘尽而散， 放手才是真爱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;有一种爱， 它的名字就叫放手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is just so beautiful. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113698495194356724?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113698495194356724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113698495194356724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113698495194356724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113698495194356724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-just-so-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113696956258639982</id><published>2006-01-11T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:52:43.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school was very fun. had science first then Skeith started messaging me just because he's bored. how amusing. science was so far understandable. i would love to study biology as soon as possible. chemistry and physics sound boring. PE was next. i'm starting to love my PE teacher. she's just so humorous. She was being nice so she gave the girls slightly earlier recess. After recess was language arts was next but too bad long john didnt come. so we had one free period. Then was triple-period maths. sets are a little confusing but still i got hold of it, thanks to my higher level of understanding. then had lunch break. shared food with sulin again xD we have small stomachs so we can't eat much haha. save food, save money. After lunch was my favourite period. COMPUTER =D zhong zhong told us to try not to use the computers but who cares anyway. surfed around blogs and friendster. then after computer we had MALAY. i can't believe we have to learn malay. what the fuck. of all subjects. why not greek or romanian or even cave-men language? bet we would be speaking like professional cave-mens. something like ugga nono agga iggi. or something even nonsensical than that. malay was fun. last period was geogpraphy. fucking boring. I DEMAND MRS CHIN BACK!!!! when we had such a professional wonderful teacher like mrs chin last year i just had to fail geography paper. now that we're having miss fat COW (not the beef cow, but the female of a whale.) i cannot imagine how wonderfully i'll do for geography. *rollseyes* she's such an annoying bitch with a boring personality. i will hate geography and hate her even more for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me. i knew it would happen long ago. i'm not angry or what. perhaps just a little shocktified. (if there's even such a word) *calms myself down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 6 mere minutes time i'll be having math and science tuition. FUCK. this is such a fucked up world. fucked up life. 7 days a week, never a day i'm free. so fucking irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like killing someone. anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113696956258639982?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113696956258639982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113696956258639982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113696956258639982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113696956258639982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-was-very-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113690096404197842</id><published>2006-01-10T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T05:49:24.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well today was very fun. was supposed to go jogging with sister in the morning but it was raining. what a pity, i have missed another opportunity to shake off those baby fats. went out with my dear today. got my 8th book of angelheart and we saw THEM at kino. =] very coincidental. both wearing pink. aw, how sweet... walked around and we had alot of fun =] then went to meet his friend jojo for dinner. mos burger really does have small servings. then i made a fool of myself because i thought i couldnt finish. i seldom go to mos, you see. jojo thought i'm anaeroxic. (or however you spell it) i was like ??!! me? anaeroxic? -.- quite impossible. jojo = funny. brian+jojo = hilarious xD they way bigger people talk, it really is funny. fucks and chee byes and other stuff start spewing across the table haha. i can only sit at a corner and laugh. =D then we walked around AGAIN (you see, we can hardly find something to do so we always end up walking around) went to tcc after that for awhile. jojo started telling us about his very laid-back ns life and the exorcist. xD then just as dear's 2 other friends ed and skye came i had to go. *whines about the restrictions due to my age* so i missed another chance to laugh at ed's aggressiveness. he really IS scary =\ dear walked me to the busstop and 14 came VERY SOON after that. why is it that 14 always takes a fucking long time to come when i'm waiting for it alone? and why is it that everytime dear walks me to the busstop 14 comes ALMOST immediately? 14 is fucked up. fucking 14. =D anyway, i attempted to finish angelheart on the bus but failed miserably. i'm now left with less than half. i'll have to hurry up and finish rainbow's 20 bleach books! &gt;.&lt; all your fault rainbow.. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel like i really am missing out. like being an extra character amongst the everyone who click so well together. maybe it's because of my age, our age gaps. maybe to them i'm ONLY 13. but to me i'm ALREADY 13. see the difference? why didnt i come before my sisters. then i can dominate the whole of second floor! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113690096404197842?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113690096404197842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;*STABS MYSELF, RUB SALT ON THE WOUND AND CHOKES MYSELF WITH MY BLOOD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*repeats procedure until blood runs dry*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just make me hate you so much. and because i can't bring myself to hate you, i end up hating myself instead. and then i hate you again for making me hate myself. you're such a fine actor and you spin great lies. too bad you're not smart enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YOU TOMORROW DARLING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113682335607535679?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113681486417598310</id><published>2006-01-09T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T05:54:24.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not going. i won't go. over my dead body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113681486417598310?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113681486417598310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113681486417598310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113681486417598310'/><link 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your VIOLIN (which doesnt include yourself) and you see cabs coming and stopping infront of you but driving away almost instantly just because singaporeans are a fucking load of shit and they don't have the slightest consideration nor courtesy for others and they steal your cab when you've been waiting for almost half an hour (again, i repeat) while they just have to empty-handedly flag and run to the cab that is supposedly YOURS then they happily hop on YOUR cab (which is now theirs) and not even thinking about how you would feel so they leave you standing and waiting for a longer period of time and just let you watch YOUR cabs drive past with other cab snatchers inside but you can't do anything because you're carrying so many fucking things so you can only stare and curse and wait and plan how you wish you can pull out their hair and shove knifes and pins and needles up their assholes??!!??!!??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathes in deeply*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like killing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish the rain gets heavier and lighting strikes so they can hit the trees and make them topple and crash onto the cab snatchers' houses or cars. I wish the thunder can turn them into deaf people as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking cab snatchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all should have fungi and algae and moss and slimy grimy alienic particles growing on their sexual organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO FUCKING PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes off to do some voodoo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughter*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113672283792398374?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113672283792398374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113672283792398374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113672283792398374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113672283792398374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/do-you-know-how-fucking-annoying-it-is_08.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113637390621592005</id><published>2006-01-04T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T07:18:35.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm exhausted, fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113637390621592005?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113637390621592005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113637390621592005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113637390621592005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113637390621592005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-exhausted-fullstop.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113629712396292133</id><published>2006-01-03T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T06:05:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's a Gloria too. She's gorgeous. She's so pretty. She's so sexy. She's so slim. She's so perfect. GRRR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no actually i don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grabs a large norweign salmon and whacks it hard on my head till i start to bleed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALK ABOUT JEALOUSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yanks hair out of bleeding head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113629712396292133?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113629712396292133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113629712396292133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113629712396292133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113629712396292133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/shes-gloria-too.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113629431478755036</id><published>2006-01-03T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T05:18:35.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School started today. It was quite nice. New teachers, new staff, new rules. I'm going to enjoy this whole week so much. No lessons and just slacking. I'm just sad that Mrs Lee's no longer teaching my history. Neither is Mrs Chin teaching me geography. =( Some weird teachers' going to replace them. Painting the classroom seems fun. Today was boring though. Attended so many talks. Time spent in the classroom was boring. Mdm Stella John seems like quite a nice person though. I'm just hoping this year'll be a good one. =\ But it's alright since i can see kaoru's kyo's and hide's faces in my notebook everyday =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113629431478755036?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113629431478755036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113629431478755036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113629431478755036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113629431478755036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/school-started-today.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113612356046979780</id><published>2006-01-01T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T05:52:40.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if one day you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly see your dream&lt;br /&gt;What if remember my dead body&lt;br /&gt;Drifting lifelessly by the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if the memories return&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly false yet so real&lt;br /&gt;What if you try hard to recall&lt;br /&gt;But everything just fails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you find me so familiar&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve never seen me before&lt;br /&gt;What if I seem so real&lt;br /&gt;But you simply remember me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everything comes back&lt;br /&gt;Except that they all don’t make sense&lt;br /&gt;What if your head throbs hard to remember&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t even recall us being friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you pick up your phone&lt;br /&gt;And punch the numbers that come to your mind&lt;br /&gt;What if you receive no answer&lt;br /&gt;Except for the pulses at the end of the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you beg your brain think&lt;br /&gt;But it refuses to sort things out&lt;br /&gt;What if the tears start to fall&lt;br /&gt;When the confusion seems too loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you turn on the computer&lt;br /&gt;And sign in into the chatting line&lt;br /&gt;What if you browse through the nicknames&lt;br /&gt;But still the familiar one, you can’t find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you start to cry&lt;br /&gt;When the desperation kicks in&lt;br /&gt;What if you call again and again&lt;br /&gt;But no one’s ever answering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you want me so much&lt;br /&gt;Although you’re unclear if I’m living&lt;br /&gt;What if your mind’s a total mess&lt;br /&gt; Every second you have more of the craving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I’m a nobody from your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Yet you insist I’ve always been here&lt;br /&gt;What if I say I was never alive&lt;br /&gt;Would you start to sense the fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everyday you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And the bizarre feeling comes&lt;br /&gt;What if this crazy sensation&lt;br /&gt;Never agrees to leave you once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I’ll never leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;What if I’ve decided&lt;br /&gt;That never will I be detached from your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my willfulness&lt;br /&gt;Decides to betray your sanity&lt;br /&gt;What if everyday your horror repeats&lt;br /&gt;Would you come down here to join me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;xD my last poem for CAP crap. i like this one too. scary how this girl decides to disturb this man everynight in his dreams. then this man turns crazy and decides to kill himself xD my imagination is getting far too wild.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113612356046979780?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113612356046979780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113612356046979780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113612356046979780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113612356046979780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-if-what-if-one-day-you-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113600280746447877</id><published>2005-12-30T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:20:07.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I can even hide myself&lt;br /&gt;They begin the war again&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we live like a happy family&lt;br /&gt;Everyday single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa drowns himself with alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Mama smokes like a chimney&lt;br /&gt;No one remembers our dream&lt;br /&gt;To just for once visit Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to have so much fun&lt;br /&gt;Going to picnics and weekend outings&lt;br /&gt;We would even paint the house together&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the beach for cycling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day the problem aroused&lt;br /&gt;For Papa got himself drunk&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently he wanted more&lt;br /&gt;More of the thing Mama calls ‘junk’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Papa had to drink everyday&lt;br /&gt;As if there was a magnetic force&lt;br /&gt;He only stopped to eat or sleep&lt;br /&gt;Papa just couldn’t seem to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon became poorer&lt;br /&gt;Things had to be sold&lt;br /&gt;Shelves that used to be full of displays&lt;br /&gt;Are now collecting dust and mould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solution still had to be found&lt;br /&gt;Even if Papa was glued to his booze&lt;br /&gt;Mama decided to look for a job&lt;br /&gt;She became a sweeper in my school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School mates laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;They even pulled my hair&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not my fault, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Having to live in a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Mama could stand it no more&lt;br /&gt;She even started to lose hope&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a tremendous amount of stress&lt;br /&gt;Mama decided to smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pack became two&lt;br /&gt;Two packs became five&lt;br /&gt;Very quickly the poison sticks&lt;br /&gt;Became an essential for Mama’s everyday life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I always didn’t understand&lt;br /&gt;But never had the guts to ask&lt;br /&gt;Since we’re poor and should scrimp and save&lt;br /&gt;Why are the sticks and booze an everyday must?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa and Mama started to argue&lt;br /&gt;And soon the fights began&lt;br /&gt;Things started to fly across the house&lt;br /&gt;Including plates, pots and pans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is choking from the smoke&lt;br /&gt;Papa is in his drunken stupor&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sitting in my room&lt;br /&gt;Shutting my eyes and covering my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, I scream&lt;br /&gt;But no one listens&lt;br /&gt;The fights and screams ring on&lt;br /&gt;The tears in my eyes glisten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this horror stop&lt;br /&gt;When will we become a family&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For our trip to Germany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finished this poem yesterday and i like it. i love it in fact =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;just the right mood since the family's at war now.&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/7639544-113600280746447877?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113600280746447877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113600280746447877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113600280746447877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113600280746447877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/war-before-i-can-even-hide-myself-they.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113594961258521526</id><published>2005-12-30T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T05:33:32.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YAY. i finished my homework!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs around in circles and bangs head on &lt;s&gt;wall&lt;/s&gt; bed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm all set for school =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for school to resume ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113594961258521526?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113594961258521526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>aw.. she's so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate her for that. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what do you want me to do then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113568903854610729?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113568903854610729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113568903854610729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113568903854610729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113568903854610729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/aw.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113560475653059208</id><published>2005-12-26T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T05:45:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously NEED to start on my WORK!!! even sulin is almost done with hers. sigh. PERHAPS i shall do it tomorrow. FUCK JIANG! i'd rather she give us many many pages of 习字. WHY BOOK REVIEW?!?! even 10 days of 日记 is fine. WHY?! WHY BOOK REVIEW... i'm still left with 2 CAP writings. shall do that much later. school is really starting. this sucks so much. GRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113560475653059208?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113560475653059208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113560475653059208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113560475653059208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113560475653059208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-seriously-need-to-start-on-my-work.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113552254123545934</id><published>2005-12-25T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T06:55:41.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thank you トトも... it was no doubt the best christmas ever =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113552254123545934?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113552254123545934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113552254123545934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113552254123545934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113552254123545934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113539881395534325</id><published>2005-12-23T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:33:34.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's christmas eve. so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me, there isn't much festive season feelings this year. it's just a boring raining christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to steak heaven later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why steak heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they serve the BEST steak i've ever eaten in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not jack's place. jack's place serve steak the size of my palm and they're normally hard as a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the one and only heavenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUART ANDERSON'S BLACK ANGUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steak practically MELTS in your mouth. it comes in a gigantic serving and it tastes more than heavenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... not to forget the wonderful crab cakes filled with large bits and shreds of crab meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... also not to forget the sinful mudpie. it's only $7 for a LARGE TALL SLICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_* i feel hungry already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113539881395534325?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113539881395534325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113539881395534325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113539881395534325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113539881395534325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113535125376744689</id><published>2005-12-23T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T07:20:54.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's this sudden strong love for die. probably it's because i've been reading too many fanfics with shinya and die pairings. then again maybe it's because of the weird dream i had last night. I SAW ANDO DAISUKE ON THE BUS AND HE WAS SITTING RIGHT INFRONT OF ME AND I EVEN PLAYED WITH HIS HAIR!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truly, i dreamt of that perfect scenario. i woke up smiling to myself. aw... how sweet. here're some pictures for people who actually visit my blog to look at and agree with me that die is HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 327px; HEIGHT: 430px" height="714" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/12.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 392px; HEIGHT: 409px" height="542" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/die22.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 455px" height="558" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/die23.jpg" width="332" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 403px" height="603" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/die26.jpg" width="449" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 577px" height="577" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/die36.jpg" width="403" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 445px; HEIGHT: 534px" height="711" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/die100.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 332px" height="361" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/die111.jpg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 465px; HEIGHT: 677px" height="818" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/die114.jpg" width="465" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/Dienazi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/Diered.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/xx_dai2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_* hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's a KAWAII picture of kyo to end the post ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v703/gloria92/Warescan32.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw... isn't he such a gem? *_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113535125376744689?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113535125376744689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113535125376744689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113535125376744689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113535125376744689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/theres-this-sudden-strong-love-for-die.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113509193852646182</id><published>2005-12-20T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T07:32:37.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>se was a close shave. but. i sucked. haven't touched my instrument for quite awhile. felt abit weird. luckily i didn't get PICKED on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i've been so addicted to dir en grey fan fictions. especially yaoi ones with lots of lemon content. it's just so great imagining shinya making out with die or kaoru making out with toshiya. poor kyo often gets left out although sometimes he has crushes on kaoru or toshiya. there's this thing in many fan fictions that i realised. kyo likes to cut his wrists with his shaver when feeling depressed. how sad. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one really FUNNY fan fiction. probably one of my favourites. it ended me up laughing until the stitches came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cooking Lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the kitchen, among the mess of pots and kettles, knives and scissors, cabbage and potatoes, were two bishonen dressed up in aprons.&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya(in pink apron with yellow asterisk prints) : Gimme that soy sauce!&lt;br /&gt;Shinya(in pastel green apron with pink tulip in front) : *passes bottle to Toshiya*&lt;br /&gt;Unsuspectingly, Toshiya poured the contents of the bottle into his soy sauce chicken stew. When he realized the mistake, he had already emptied half the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: *growls* Shinya! This is not soy sauce; this is vinegar 0_0&lt;!!! *throws bottle at Shinya*  Shinya ducks and the poor bottle went crashing against the cabinet. Toshiya stalked across the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of soy sauce.  Toshiya: Now, maybe if I put more of this, it’ll hide the vinegar taste…*pours whole bottle in* Shinya: *recovered from Toshiya’s outburst* Hmm…sushi rice…*looks into recipe book which is stained with sauces of different colours* *cuts raw fish into strips*  Toshiya: *stirs stew with ladle and let it simmer* Ahhh *lips turn into dreamy smile* Kaoru-chan will have the best dinner of his life!! *eyes turn to hearts* © ___© Shinya: -___- Totchi…*pokes Toshiya* your stew is over-boiling. *points to the black stew bubbling over and spilling on Toshiya’s apron* Toshiya: Ahhhhhhh!   *** 2 hours later… Kyo, Kaoru, and Die is waiting for dinner in Shinya’s house…  Die: hung…gry…*slumps bonelessly over couch* Kaoru: I wonder what’s taking them so long… Kyo: zzzzzzzz…  Toshiya’s head peeked out from the kitchen:  Toshiya: Dinner’s ready!!! ^^ Die: Finally! Kaoru: *hurries to dinner table* Kyo: =o= *yawn* hm? *blink….finds himself abandoned on the couch*  So Kaoru, Die and Kyo took their seats around the table…as Shinya and Toshiya balanced the dishes on their hands and placed them before them.  Kyo: Uh, what’s this? *points at something on the plate* and this? *points at another*… Die: *whaps Kyo on the head before turning to Shinya* this looks…great! ^___^ *eyes Shinya-in-apron* Shinya: That’s Toshiya’s dishes…*goes into kitchen and comes out with a few plates* this is what I made! Die: *gulps as he saw sashimi and salmon/tuna/etc sushi arranged haphazardly on the plate*  Toshiya: Let’s eat! ^____^! *scoots nearer to Kaoru’s chair* here, Kao-chan© ~! Have some chicken! Ah, open your mouth! *holds piece of chicken in chopsticks* Kaoru: *mouth open half a centimetre, eyes on the black colour chicken suspiciously…* Kyo: *takes a bite out of a funny looking…thing and turns a sickly shade of green*  Shinya: Why don’t you eat the food I made? Does it taste horrible? *shoves sushi + sashimi into Die's face* Die: No…it’s not that…I…^^;;; Shinya: I know it! You think I can’t make anything nice enough for you to eat! You just think I’m a useless klutz! #@#$# *starts bawling* Die: Wah, Shin-chan! Please don’t cry! Your food is delicious! *stuffs the raw fish into his mouth* See, I’m eating! Shinya: *sniff* really? Then you should eat more! *sweeps all the sashimi into Die’s mouth*  Kyo, seeing his two ‘best friends’(Kaoru turning blue from soy sauce/vinegar chicken and Die gagging on sashimi), decides that it was time to…  Kyo: haha ^^;;;! I should not be a spotlight and disturb you lovebirds ne! Good night! *quickly runs out of Shinya’s house* Die &amp; Kaoru: No!!!! *protests drowned down their throats* Shinya &amp;Toshiya: Ah? we made so much food...now Kyo's gone, you both must eat more!  ***  Later that night…  Die: (in the bathroom, leaning over toilet bowl) augh! *pukes* Shinya: (in the bedroom, sulking on the bed) you have such weak stomach!!! Die: uh… *K.O*  X___X   ***  Toshiya: Are you feeling alright? You look kinda pale…*tears wobble in his big eyes* Kaoru: huh? *still can taste soy sauce/vinegar chicken in his mouth even after brushing his teeth whole night* of course…why shouldn’t I be alright..? -_- Toshiya: that’s great! I’m so hungry…didn’t get to eat my own cooking! Shall I go make something for us to eat for supper?? ^o^ Kaoru: @_@ *faints*&lt;/span&gt; *throws bottle at Shinya*&lt;br /&gt;Shinya ducks and the poor bottle went crashing against the cabinet. Toshiya stalked across the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: Now, maybe if I put more of this, it'll hide the vinegar taste...*pours whole bottle in*&lt;br /&gt;Shinya: *recovered from Toshiya's outburst* Hmm...sushi rice...*looks into recipe book which is stained with sauces of different colours* *cuts raw fish into strips*&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: *stirs stew with ladle and let it simmer* Ahhh *lips turn into dreamy smile* Kaoru-chan will have the best dinner of his life!! *eyes turn to hearts*&lt;br /&gt;Shinya: -___- Totchi...*pokes Toshiya* your stew is over-boiling. *points to the black stew bubbling over and spilling on Toshiya's apron*&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: Ahhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;Kyo, Kaoru, and Die is waiting for dinner in Shinya's house...&lt;br /&gt;Die: hung...gry...*slumps bonelessly over couch*&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru: I wonder what's taking them so long...&lt;br /&gt;Kyo: zzzzzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya's head peeked out from the kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: Dinner's ready!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Die: Finally!&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru: *hurries to dinner table*&lt;br /&gt;Kyo: =o= *yawn* hm? *blink...finds himself abandoned on the couch*&lt;br /&gt;So Kaoru, Die and Kyo took their seats around the table...as Shinya and Toshiya balanced the dishes on their hands and placed them before them.&lt;br /&gt;Kyo: Uh, what's this? *points at something on the plate* and this? *points at another*...&lt;br /&gt;Die: *whaps Kyo on the head before turning to Shinya* this looks...great! ^___^ *eyes Shinya-in-apron*&lt;br /&gt;Shinya: That's Toshiya's dishes...*goes into kitchen and comes out with a few plates* this is what I made!&lt;br /&gt;Die: *gulps as he saw sashimi and salmon/tuna/etc sushi arranged haphazardly on the plate*&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: Let's eat! ^____^! *scoots nearer to Kaoru's chair* here, Kao-chan! Have some chicken! Ah, open your mouth! *holds piece of chicken in chopsticks*&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru: *mouth open half a centimetre, eyes on the black colour chicken suspiciously...*&lt;br /&gt;Kyo: *takes a bite out of a funny looking...thing and turns a sickly shade of green*&lt;br /&gt;Shinya: Why don't you eat the food I made? Does it taste horrible? *shoves sushi + sashimi into Die's face*&lt;br /&gt;Die: No...it's not that...I...^^;;;&lt;br /&gt;Shinya: I know it! You think I can't make anything nice enough for you to eat! You just think I'm a useless klutz! #@#$# *starts bawling*&lt;br /&gt;Die: Wah, Shin-chan! Please don't cry! Your food is delicious! *stuffs the raw fish into his mouth* See, I'm eating!&lt;br /&gt;Shinya: *sniff* really? Then you should eat more! *sweeps all the sashimi into Die's mouth*&lt;br /&gt;Kyo, seeing his two 'best friends' (Kaoru turning blue from soy sauce/vinegar chicken and Die gagging on sashimi), decides that it was time to...&lt;br /&gt;Kyo: haha ^^;;;! I should not be a spotlight and disturb you lovebirds ne! Good night! *quickly runs out of Shinya's house*&lt;br /&gt;Die &amp; Kaoru: No!!!! *protests drowned down their throats*&lt;br /&gt;Shinya &amp;amp;Toshiya: Ah? we made so much food...now Kyo's gone, you both must eat more!&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Later that night...&lt;br /&gt;Die: (in the bathroom, leaning over toilet bowl) augh! *pukes*&lt;br /&gt;Shinya: (in the bedroom, sulking on the bed) you have such weak stomach!!!&lt;br /&gt;Die: uh... *K.O* X___X&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: Are you feeling alright? You look kinda pale...*tears wobble in his big eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru: huh? *still can taste soy sauce/vinegar chicken in his mouth even after brushing his teeth whole night* of course...why shouldn't I be alright..? -_-&lt;br /&gt;Toshiya: that's great! I'm so hungry...didn't get to eat my own cooking! Shall I go make something for us to eat for supper?? ^o^&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru: @_@ *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D that was so funny wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se's on again tomorrow. and we all have to do taxy's funny dance. xD i'm supposed to think of some ridiculously funny ballet steps for one part. it's games day tomorrow ^^ i WILL be very tired. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113509193852646182?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113509193852646182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113509193852646182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113509193852646182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113509193852646182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/se-was-close-shave.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639544.post-113499957207104176</id><published>2005-12-19T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T05:39:32.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh save me. se starts tomorrow. how greater can this get. no more late nights. no more late mornings. i didn't do any practice. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facial was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7639544-113499957207104176?l=glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/feeds/113499957207104176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7639544&amp;postID=113499957207104176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113499957207104176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7639544/posts/default/113499957207104176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glawreeyuh-ly.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>gloria92</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06665115791186168856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
