<?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-8457817</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:12:48.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>::: the voices that lie within :::</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8457817.post-116166032187137887</id><published>2006-10-24T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:26:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never"src="http://www.freeflashtoys.biz/apps/countdown.swf?maturity=0612310000B109121032108111118101039115032098105114116104100097121" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="..cccccc" width="350" height="60" name="humwear" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/"&gt;Click Here to get this from pYzam.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-116166032187137887?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/116166032187137887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=116166032187137887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/116166032187137887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/116166032187137887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-111149523493051845</id><published>2005-03-22T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:40:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm i am nerd.... hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=9702" alt="I am nerdier than 67% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go try... everyone... basically in my life i have exams... and i am not too nerdy... sheesh.... i am dead for these exams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-111149523493051845?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111149523493051845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=111149523493051845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/111149523493051845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/111149523493051845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm-i-am-nerd-hahaha.html' title='hmmm i am nerd.... hahaha'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-111099036237771476</id><published>2005-03-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:26:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#66ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain is 66.67% Female, 33.33% Male&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brain leans female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think with your heart, not your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/genderbrainquiz/"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YIKES! i am 2/3 female! shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-111099036237771476?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/111099036237771476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=111099036237771476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/111099036237771476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/111099036237771476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2005/03/your-brain-is-66.html' title=''/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-110774995025823981</id><published>2005-02-07T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T12:19:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz spam!!! go do la... quite fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Angel_sea" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060851141_angel_sea2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sea Being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;?? Which Angel Or Demon Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not surprised i love the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047299736_entrancing.jpg" border="0" alt="entrancing"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have an entrancing kiss~ the kind that leaves&lt;br&gt;your partner bedazzled and maybe even feeling&lt;br&gt;he/she is dreaming.  Quite effective; the kiss&lt;br&gt;that never lessens and always blows your&lt;br&gt;partner away like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... scary... abit lah-uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theandrea/1034278675_ctionhands.jpg" border="0" alt="holding hands"&gt;&lt;br&gt;hand holding - you like to be in constant physical&lt;br&gt;contact with your special someone but you don't&lt;br&gt;want to take things too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061402478_CWINDOWSDesktoplove2.jpg" border="0" alt="Aphrodite"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aphrodite/Eros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Greek%20Gods%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-110774995025823981?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110774995025823981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=110774995025823981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110774995025823981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110774995025823981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/quiz-spam-go-do-la-quite-fun.html' title='quiz spam!!! go do la... quite fun...'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-110768917284408384</id><published>2005-02-06T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T19:26:12.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Cocktail" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574058_pcocktail2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl expects this la... always say i cheer her up!&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i hope i can always cheer u up miss tean! haha than you for everything miss tean... deep down each and every member of CG5 loves you! oh wait CG6...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-110768917284408384?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110768917284408384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=110768917284408384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110768917284408384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110768917284408384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/cocktail-which-alcoholic-drink-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-110726434037110529</id><published>2005-02-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T21:25:40.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE ACS!!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Beloved School Anthem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Anglo-Chinese School Anthem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;verse1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In days of yore&lt;br /&gt;From western shores&lt;br /&gt;Oldham dauntless hero came&lt;br /&gt;And planted a beacon of truth and light&lt;br /&gt;On this island of the main.&lt;br /&gt;Here may it stand from year to year&lt;br /&gt;Emblem of grand endeavour&lt;br /&gt;The regions round echo the sound of...&lt;br /&gt;ACS FOREVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing ACS for evermore&lt;br /&gt;Our ACS forever&lt;br /&gt;God saved our land and heaven bless&lt;br /&gt;Our ACS forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;verse2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our student hail from china's plain&lt;br /&gt;And the land of rising sun&lt;br /&gt;We many chilren from india's strand&lt;br /&gt;And the islands of the main.&lt;br /&gt;Our Hearts, Our Hopes, Our Aims are one&lt;br /&gt;No discord e'er will sever&lt;br /&gt;WE STAND TOGETHER FOR THE CAUSE of....&lt;br /&gt;ACS FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing ACS for evermore&lt;br /&gt;Our ACS forever&lt;br /&gt;God saved our land and heaven bless&lt;br /&gt;Our ACS forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="acs" src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/singapore/1052924709_resacslogo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE AN Anglo-Chinese School (Independent) BOY!&lt;br /&gt;You are a sweet-natured person, though constantly&lt;br /&gt;seeking attention and affirmation from your&lt;br /&gt;peers. You are not very hard working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/singapore/quizzes/Which%20Singapore%20School%20are%20YOU%20FROM?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;Which Singapore School are YOU FROM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FEEL SUPER PATRIOTIC!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM A ACS BOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-110726434037110529?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110726434037110529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=110726434037110529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110726434037110529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110726434037110529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-acs.html' title='I LOVE ACS!!! '/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-110710143169919157</id><published>2005-01-30T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:10:31.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Story Ever Told... maybe not... my God has a greater one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank you for this moment&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say how beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hopes and dreams I could've prayed for&lt;br /&gt;Here you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one dance forever&lt;br /&gt;I would take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Tonight it's you and I together&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;The greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear the music&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lookin' in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the rhythm of your body&lt;br /&gt;Close to mine&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we touch that sends me&lt;br /&gt;It's the way we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your pretty smile, you know I'd die for&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, you're all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;The greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Just how much I really need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; tonight? Tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you that day&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny decided I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;The greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Just how much I really need you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you that &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt; tonight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thnx to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt; who told me about this song....&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/8457817-110710143169919157?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110710143169919157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=110710143169919157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110710143169919157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110710143169919157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/greatest-story-ever-told-maybe-not-my.html' title='The Greatest Story Ever Told... maybe not... my God has a greater one'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-110614646284012439</id><published>2005-01-19T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:54:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love; what is it, where does it come from and why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since time began, love has remained a mystical phenomenon, the foundation for plays, art and music. Magic or science; supernatural or natural? It's time to solve the mystery of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Love ?&lt;br /&gt;The Oxford English dictionary describes love as: an intense feeling of deep fondness or affection for a person or thing and to fall in love as: to develop a great love for. This may well be a basic description of what love feels like, but why do we love, what is passion, and why is intense desire between two people sometimes called 'chemistry'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, in fact, three distinct stages of love; each with their own characteristic emotional profile and scientific explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is lust. Lust is driven by our sex hormones testosterone and oestrogen. These hormones are what get us 'out on the pull'. After lust comes attraction. This is the love-struck phase; the time when we lose our appetite, can't sleep, and can't concentrate. This is what we know as falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall in love, our palms sweat, we can stutter and become breathless, we can't think clearly and it feels like we have butterflies in our stomachs. This is all due to surging brain chemicals called monoamines. They are called dopamine, norepinephrine and serotonin. Norepinephrine and serotonin excite us, while dopamine makes us feel happy. These love chemicals are controlled by a substance which is also found in chocolate and in strawberries, called PEA or phenylethylamine and it is PEA which controls the transition from lust to love. Similar in structure to amphetamine, PEA too gives us that excitement we crave. Indeed, some people become veritable love junkies. They need a constant love high and go through life in a series of short relationships which crumble when the initial chemical rush wanes. The love junky has another problem too. We naturally build up a tolerance to these chemicals eventually, so it takes more and more to produce that much sought after high. Love junkies, if they stay married, are likely to seek frequent affairs to fuel their need for the chemical love high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chemical Bond&lt;br /&gt;The third stage of love is attachment - staying together. Attachment takes over from the attraction stage and is the bond which keeps couples together. After all, we couldn't possibly stay in the attraction stage for ever - we would never get any work done for day dreaming. Two different hormones are important during this phase of love. They are oxytocin and vasopressin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxytocin (the cuddling chemical) not only increases the bond between lovers, but is also one of the chemicals responsible for contractions during childbirth, milk expression when breastfeeding and is released by both sexes during orgasm. The theory goes therefore, that the more sex a couple have, the greater the bond between them. Nice touch Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasopressin is the monogamy chemical. Only about three percent of mammals are monogamous; mating and bonding with one partner for life. Unfortunately, humans are not one of these naturally monogamous animals. The prairie vole is however and it is this furry friend which is responsible for our knowledge about vasopressin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By isolating male voles before and after mating, scientists found that life-long mating could be linked to the action of vasopressin. Before mating, the vole is friendly to male and female voles alike. Within 24 hours after mating, the male vole is hooked for life and defends his partner jealously. The post-coital production of vasopressin is responsible for this amorous behaviour. These little animals also indulge in far more sex than is actually necessary to reproduce and it was considered that the post-coital production of vasopressin (and oxytocin) was responsible for their strong partnership bonds. When given a compound to suppress the effect of vasopressin, the prairie voles lose their devotion to each other and the males fail to protect their ladies from the threat of other males. Perhaps, therefore, we could learn something from the prairie vole. Drop of vasopressin anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endorphins are also involved in the longevity of love. Endorphins have the same pain-killing and pleasure-delivering properties as their cousin, morphine, without the risk of overdose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheromones&lt;br /&gt;How do we do this? We seek and sniff out Mr Right!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine an invisible overwhelming force which overpowers reason and invites passion. A force which dictates where Cupid's arrow will land. Cupid's chemistry. That's the power of pheromones. Pheromones are 'smellprints', supposedly as unique as our fingerprints. Smell is the most primitive of human senses, and pheromones, present in underarm perspiration, are detected by a small organ composed of a few small pits a few centimetres up the nose. The emotional reaction they provoke can, quite literally, be a 'turn on'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-110614646284012439?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110614646284012439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=110614646284012439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110614646284012439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110614646284012439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2005/01/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-110106016214347695</id><published>2004-11-22T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T02:02:42.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.... my mother.... made me think again... i love my mum!</title><content type='html'>When you were 1 year old, she fed you&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;bathed you.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by crying all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 2 years old, she taught you to&lt;br /&gt;walk.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by running away when she&lt;br /&gt;called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 3 years old, she made all&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;meals with love. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by tossing your plate on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 4 years old, she gave you&lt;br /&gt;some&lt;br /&gt;crayons&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by coloring the dining room&lt;br /&gt;table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 5 years old, she dressed you&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;the holidays. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 6 years old, she walked you&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;school.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT&lt;br /&gt;GOING!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 7 years old, she bought you a&lt;br /&gt;baseball.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by throwing it through the&lt;br /&gt;next-&lt;br /&gt;door-neighbor's window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old, she handed you&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by dripping it all over your&lt;br /&gt;lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for&lt;br /&gt;piano&lt;br /&gt;lessons.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by never even bothering to&lt;br /&gt;practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove you&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;day, from soccer to&lt;br /&gt;gymnastic to one birthday party after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by jumping out of the car&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took you&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by asking to sit in a different&lt;br /&gt;row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she warned&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;to watch certain TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by waiting until she left the&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her she had no&lt;br /&gt;taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by forgetting to write a single&lt;br /&gt;letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from&lt;br /&gt;work,&lt;br /&gt;looking for a hug. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how to&lt;br /&gt;drive&lt;br /&gt;her car.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by taking it every chance you&lt;br /&gt;could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting an&lt;br /&gt;important call.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by being on the phone all&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your high&lt;br /&gt;school&lt;br /&gt;graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by staying out partying until&lt;br /&gt;dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your college&lt;br /&gt;tuition, drove you to campus&lt;br /&gt;carried your bags. You thanked her by saying&lt;br /&gt;good-bye outside the dorm so&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 20, she asked whether you&lt;br /&gt;were&lt;br /&gt;seeing anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, "It's none of your&lt;br /&gt;business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 21, she suggested certain&lt;br /&gt;careers&lt;br /&gt;for your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 22, she hugged you at your&lt;br /&gt;college graduation. You thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by asking whether she could pay for a&lt;br /&gt;trip&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 23, she gave you furniture for&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;first apartment. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 24, she met your fiance and&lt;br /&gt;asked about your plans for the&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by glaring and&lt;br /&gt;growling, "Muuhh-&lt;br /&gt;ther, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay for your&lt;br /&gt;wedding, and she cried and&lt;br /&gt;told you how deeply she loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by moving halfway across&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 30, she called with some&lt;br /&gt;advice&lt;br /&gt;on the baby.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by telling her, "Things are&lt;br /&gt;different now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 40, she called to remind you&lt;br /&gt;of a&lt;br /&gt;relative's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by saying you were "really&lt;br /&gt;busy&lt;br /&gt;right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and needed&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thanked her by reading about the burden&lt;br /&gt;parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died.&lt;br /&gt;And everything you never did came crashing&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;like thunder on your&lt;br /&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SHE'S STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET&lt;br /&gt;TO&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF SHE'S NOT, REMEMBER HER&lt;br /&gt;UNCONDITIONAL LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom u have the greatest love of all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-110106016214347695?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/110106016214347695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=110106016214347695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110106016214347695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/110106016214347695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow-my-mother-made-me-think-again-i.html' title='wow.... my mother.... made me think again... i love my mum!'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-109842705834863669</id><published>2004-10-22T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T14:37:38.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams exams exams...</title><content type='html'>Threw some chords together&lt;br /&gt;The combination D-E-F&lt;br /&gt;Is who I am, is what I do&lt;br /&gt;No one’s gonna let it down for you&lt;br /&gt;Try to focus my attention&lt;br /&gt;But I feel so A-D-D&lt;br /&gt;I need some help, some inspiration&lt;br /&gt;(But it’s not coming easily)&lt;br /&gt;Whoah oh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know, don’t you know, don’t you know?&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Ricelli and Keys&lt;br /&gt;Resided in over a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;I’m having trouble saying what I mean&lt;br /&gt;With dead poets and drum machines&lt;br /&gt;I know I had some studio time, but&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t find a killer hook&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re gonna raise the bar right up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I write is ever good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting off my stage&lt;br /&gt;The curtains pull away&lt;br /&gt;No hyper bowl to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;I’m naked, so exposed&lt;br /&gt;Whoah.. oh.. oh.. oh.. Whoah.. oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the magic&lt;br /&gt;Trying to write a classic&lt;br /&gt;Waste-bin full of paper&lt;br /&gt;Clever rhymes, see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are my own&lt;br /&gt;From my heart flown&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;There’s no other way&lt;br /&gt;To better say&lt;br /&gt;I love you…&lt;br /&gt;I love you, is that okay…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a mega earworm song... still listening to it...&lt;br /&gt;but oh well now untied live is on and i better start studying... damn!~ that stupid stats was so hard... i so pissed after taht paper rush ruh rush and i finished just on time! like i am usually fast with math and stuff and it's sucks when i am stumped... well econs wasn't so bad i like the style of the paper kinda cool if u know what i mena and i guess i am an "econs boy" (yea right!) haha oh wel next came the CIP paper... computer &amp;amp; infomation processing... well how u study for this test is simply just go for it... but u have to do a light read of the book first it's easy peasy...haha... so now all left is that wretched OB paper and i'm free... ahaha... well i guess this is stupid but i haven't done much... and the paper is tml i better get going or i have to repeat the bloody thing... byebye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-109842705834863669?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109842705834863669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=109842705834863669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/109842705834863669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/109842705834863669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/exams-exams-exams.html' title='exams exams exams...'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-109669983190381333</id><published>2004-10-02T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:50:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm... food for thought...</title><content type='html'>One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught the world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!""What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked. Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!""And what will you do when you get done with them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly. "How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked. "Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!" "How much?" He asked again.Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life." Jesus said, "DONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-109669983190381333?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109669983190381333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=109669983190381333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/109669983190381333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/109669983190381333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmmm-food-for-thought.html' title='hmmm... food for thought...'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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-8457817.post-109604052074099265</id><published>2004-09-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:42:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well friday!</title><content type='html'>today was a nice day and sad day as well...&lt;br /&gt;u see today is the last lesson for 2 of my favourite subjects... S&amp;W and LMS... i like LMS my teacher is so nice!!! and she rocks!!! well my S&amp;amp;W teacher also... Eeee OoooHHH... haha it was pretty fun talked alot to her today as well constantly sms-ing in class... feeling os blessed with her in my life... if this is love it rocks... man... it has been such a ride everyday in poly is so fun including tests days u see all the different people... working so hard just to get a grade they want... sigh i feel guilty and i haven't started on my stats... hahaha.... oh well i get started soon lo... oh well... i'll leave with some lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause tomorrow never comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would want just one thing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would sell it to the stars and sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would let it for the world to see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The light changes when you're in the room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If tomorrow never comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would want just one wish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To kiss your quiet mouth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trace the steps of my fingertips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The light changes when you're in the room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh it's you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8457817-109604052074099265?l=glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/109604052074099265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8457817&amp;postID=109604052074099265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/109604052074099265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8457817/posts/default/109604052074099265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpseofmyheart.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-friday.html' title='well friday!'/><author><name>d-cLared?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05888087725323637741</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>
