<?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-3247553355440206790</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:45:06.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now you see me for who i am.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-509775876141200489</id><published>2008-12-30T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:42:18.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;type-g-negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to get up and go&lt;br /&gt;to catch the last train&lt;br /&gt;to get in some car&lt;br /&gt;and drive out again&lt;br /&gt;to never come back this way..&lt;br /&gt;and have to say&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.O.V.E.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-509775876141200489?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/509775876141200489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=509775876141200489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/509775876141200489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/509775876141200489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-to-say-goodbye-to-get-up-and-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-193344983826421129</id><published>2008-12-30T02:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:41:26.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the adolescent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember your emotional state of mind when you were a teenager? The hours of dejection when you felt like locking yourself in the dark room until you turned twenty; and the manic highs of anticipation and uncontrolled excitement when you felt like running into the streets and dancing on top of cars like those free-spirited students in &lt;em&gt;Fame? &lt;/em&gt;Magnify those ups and downs by about a thousand percent. Than imagine paying over six figures total for pleasure. That's what i want to do for pleasure. Anything to get me out of this horrible mess.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me call operator service. i need drastic changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-193344983826421129?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/193344983826421129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=193344983826421129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/193344983826421129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ZOO3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/ZOO3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zoo6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"natures call"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5832812120490162383?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5832812120490162383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1662497915746641583</id><published>2008-12-27T16:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:47:14.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-34.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-34.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/12-7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When i finally get my own place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today counts my 245- including this entry so it's 246th post of the year.  Exactly 11 hours more to go before Kristen vanishes in Singapore's thin air. Exactly 4 days and 7 hours to go before the start of a new miss 2009. Exactly 1 month and 15 days and 7 hours to go before my 19th birthday-my last teenage year of my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every thing's going too fast. As in the age thing. I am definitely scared of the future. Like wicked scared. Ugh. To cover this gigantic mountain of thoughts, i am listening to Aqualang on my itunes now. Words of music. Awesome album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a decent amount of walk yesterday. The zoo was breath taking- except for the rhino's and the hippo's dent, it smelled gross. It was only that point of time where i had to pinch my nose shut. Oh and also not forgetting the time when my aunt had to go poop in the toilet. Totally not a breath taking moment for me. It was incredibly grossss. the white tigers were magnificent though. So were the giraffes, leopards and zebras- they were my favourite. Partially because of their beautiful fur prints. Kris loved the Urang Utans and the baboons. We just ♥ the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even touch the fish we had for lunch at Great world city. I couldn't bring myself to eating animals that i saw swimming in the tanks cus those fishes/creatures/monsters they had swimming in the fish tank in the Zoo were disgustingly ugly. I fell asleep in the cab and left my hand phone before alighting. I didn't have a panic attack at all but was more worried/concerned about breaking the news to my nan. I rang my phone a couple of times and finally a kind soul answered. The cab driver drove down to great world and kindly handed it back to me. I felt so sorry cus i felt guilty and wanted to give him a few tips for wasting his gasoline but i was broke. Like super uber broke. Damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the shuttle bus to Chinatown later that evening. Bought a few nick knacks. Bought souvenirs for her friends back at home. Walked around for a little bit and than took the sub train to Suntec city to get Kristen's pair of work shoes- she didn't get it in the end cus it wasn't comfortable enough.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Followed by meeting Kris's moms classmate for dinner at Newton. and i think she's a bitch. no wonder she hasn't gotten herself a husband. Good grief.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, i had chicken rice and it was the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back home straight after. Changed and then took a cab to meet up with Gis and farid. That's when kris and i found Edward Cullen- look alike haha. And the funny thing was that he really acted like a vampire. We couldn't stop laughing. We are a little silly aren't we. C'mon you monsters have to agree! It's 20 past 5 now. I'm going to have a farewell dinner soon for Kristen's departure. I'm gonna miss that girl! Shucks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-1662497915746641583?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1662497915746641583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1662497915746641583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1662497915746641583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1662497915746641583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-finally-get-my-own-place.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2635673241077643520</id><published>2008-12-26T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T01:58:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/christt.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chris.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/chris.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Visually dynamic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugh! Twilight was just awesome. Man it was good. At first i didn't know what the hooraa was all about over lead actor Robert Pattinson (aka Edward Cullen in the movie) until i watched it. He is incredibly hot! And i'm really getting into this thing all thanks to my cousin who has been bugging me to read the book cus it's like the best book ever- or so she claims cus she's on her fourth. gee! So imma get me one of those babies right off the bookshelves. 1219 midnight now. day 26 has just arrived. Christmas certainly and officially just ended my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start the recap. Kris and i kinda exchanged Christmas pressys. She bought me three t-shirts from urban outfitter's- it's a store they have in the US and i gave her a forever 21 long sleeved dress with green checkered prints at the front- she wanted to get one of those. Bullocks gave me a surprise present too. Flashy sandal from Charles and Kieth-coloured pink blue and green. It's reallly pretty and extremely flashy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 08', i had the best roast turkey aunt Lynette made. I'm even starting to get into that whole Brussels sprout liking. Yummy! everything was so delicious. Lucky for me- and my aunt Lynette, i had the appetite to eat all her dishes if i hadn't she would have definitely spanked me right there on my arse- she doesn't like me not eating alot and would always check my plate to see if it's filled with food. she thinks i have an eating disorder. It's just that my small stomach doesn't wanna take anymore food in. Once it's stuffed, it's stuffed! And also on the eve of Christmas, bullocks boy, his brother and i had dinner at Mount Faber's Jewel Box. There were snows falling from the rooftop- fake obviously. Than there was all that beautiful lights and the cable car ride and this huge, tall Christmas tree. It started to drizzle and was extremely cold that made it all look/ feel very christmasssy. The food wasn't that great though. That was a disappointment cus i was starving during that time and i was expecting something worth it. so it wasn't all that great knowing that it cost us 150 bucks per person. It was nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight after, we met up with my cousin Morris and Kris at the wine bar outside zouk- they were having a bombing time at aunt Selena's (the actress) pad for the Christmas party she was holding-before i arrived. I wasn't able to make it cus it was too late to go see her anyways. bullocks had a room or rather an apartment at Goodwood park Hotel. Crashed in and bought a couple of beers. Totally passed out after playing guitar heroes on the bed at like 5-ish a.m. That was really something. Probably the best day 24 and 25 of the year you could ever ask for. I'm sure Jesus and his fellow good man are having a jolly good time drinking wine and sorts up there too. it is his big b'day anyway! hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1236 midnight, i have tons and tons of pictures that i would love to upload and i promise you monster's i'll do it soon. Right now i'm too tired. Tomorrow is another huge day for me. it'll definitely be a zooolicious time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;catching little ashes and How to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2635673241077643520?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2635673241077643520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2635673241077643520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2635673241077643520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2635673241077643520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/visually-dynamic-ugh-twilight-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7236153263284176490</id><published>2008-12-24T03:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:23:33.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overdrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zouk-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zouk-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zouk1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zouk1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7236153263284176490?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7236153263284176490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7236153263284176490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7236153263284176490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7236153263284176490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/overdrive.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4051950779116750091</id><published>2008-12-24T02:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T03:46:08.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It's day 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day stops right here. 1412a.m. Day 22 was a handful. We finally got ourselves a pool. In my grand aunt's condo just next to zouk- you could see zouk's entrance from her living room. sweeet! Tanning wasn't that much. it started to drizzle but we had a good swim though. kris's mom is so utterly gross hahah shant elaborate it cus she's a family. After which Kris, little cuzzy's and i whacked some balls at the tennis court. I have a confession to make. I SUCK IN TENNIS and the young ones could play it better- Jamie 10 and Sean 6. it was so embarrassing. Their dad is so cool by the way- uncle Yong. He calls his son (Sean) "dude" and lets him drink beer and have their maid cook their food exactly how restaurants does it. Just for that little boys preference. Talking about being spoilt. Gosh he does know how to over do it huh. Not forgetting he has his own mac book and they are sent to an American international school in Taiwan. They are efffffing rich. C'mon, that sweet pad next to zouk cost them 1.2 million sing- obviously renovation isn't included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, I know how Kris has been talking about how she loves wall-e and all and how she has it in her i-pod and could so watch it over and over again, so later that evening, it so happened that bullocks had that movie in his laptop. And there i was, for that whole one and a half hour watching wall-e alone. It was pretty cute. I guess i'm starting to love it too myself.- now i finally understood what alienic sounds kris's mom was making. I hated the part where he goes eeeeeeeeeeeeeeva eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeva throughout the entire movie hahah that was all wall-e could say! Now i can't get it off my head. it's like a broken tape recorder you know. and here's a nother confession, after watching wall-e, just before i headed to bed, i decided to take a slight peek at Micheal Cera and watched the first few minutes of superbad. he is soooooooooooo adorable. And i'm so horrible. ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 work work slugged my internal Organs out. work work. Ouch! feeeeeeeeeet aching. work work. im dead. beat. dead-----------------------&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's nice to see the rain again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4051950779116750091?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4051950779116750091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4051950779116750091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4051950779116750091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4051950779116750091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-day-24.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3505878585196656251</id><published>2008-12-22T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:17:36.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since when does a queen need an excuse to sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris and i were sooo dying to watch Nick and Norah like ever since she got here and so we finally got the ticket. We skipped the pool and the sun bathing to watch Michea Cera! You know how i said that he was cute in my previous previous post when he came out in Juno and Super bad. he totally melted my heart. Awwwwwww. He was so sweet. See girls like me and Kris love this kinda stuff. The romantic movie scene. I was telling her that it's not all like that in reality. Although sometimes something like that does happen to us, we just won't realise it. Gosh! Weird. And i've realised i like to use the word weird alot. hmmm. Weird. see i've done it again. grrr. Anywhoooo, i wouldn't mind watching it over and over again just like how i've watched juno over and over again. One day, if i had all that money and fame (right glennys!!!) i would wanna meet Micheal Cera and like go all like gugugaga on him. I hate this. hahaha right i better stop here before i start jumbling stuffs about him here. and i don't think it's ever gonna end. So here it is, i'm limiting myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, here's one of the scene i went awwwwwwww-ing about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Norah: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's this part of Judaism that I like. Tikun Olam. It said that the world is broken into pieces and everyone has to find them and put them back together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe we don't have to find it. Maybe we are the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norah: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nick? I'm coming in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right after that they did it. OH MAN! totally intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. Goodnight monsters. It was an awesome day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3505878585196656251?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3505878585196656251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3505878585196656251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3505878585196656251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3505878585196656251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/since-when-does-queen-need-excuse-to.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-751794731570634178</id><published>2008-12-21T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:48:03.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we froze down belowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're all bummed up at home. Aunt Mel had a nasty food poisoning sickness or something. We're blaming it on the Thai food that the family had for lunch yesterday. The funny thing was it's just her that got sick and no one else. weird huh. So we were at aunt Lynette's sweet condo, plan was to jump into the pool but the sun went down so we decided to skip the plan. Had dinner at The Pines country club and i didn't even touch my food. It was such a waste. Followed by pool and dart games at the bar. I was so sick. I had this bad tummy problem. And each time i went to the toilet i felt like puking my guts out. It was baaaaaad. Kris and i still went along with Morris to Haliender after that and (they) had a couple of drinks. I was down with a fever by then. Lucky for us Bullocks was there to lend me his sweater and brought me panadols and not forgetting the wonderful lift back home. Since i was sick and all i didn't want to be stuck sitting in the bus even though it drops like right outside my doorstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways anyways, i popped some panadols and drank tons of water before heading to bed and now I'm feeling much better. Except that I'm really hungry right now. Kris went for a morning jog and we are dying to take a dip into a pool. The weather is so great today i don't know why. Its kinda giving us this vibe to just soak/ sun bathe ourselves. Well, i need to think of a place, quick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-751794731570634178?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/751794731570634178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=751794731570634178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/751794731570634178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/751794731570634178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-froze-down-belowww.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2072123957789749013</id><published>2008-12-19T04:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:29:03.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodmorning, it's 0417 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had Doritos for breakfast. watched barney on the telly. did a slight adjustment to my sweater before heading off to work. i reached just in time to be able to do whatever that needed to be done before heading out to the sales floor- like for the first time. ever. i almost fell sick after my lunch/dinner break. feverish. that's the feeling i had. You see panadol (extra strong) always works for me, i don't know about you guys but it's goooood. There was this massive mountain everywhere that we had to fold and fold and oh man you could just see me doing that for like the entire time- and i even thought (while i was folding them clothes) that one day if there was ever (in a blue, red, pink moon) gonna be a clothes folding competition, i better count myself in. hahah. The rest of the colleagues had to work over time due to all those folding but lucky for me i was able to get myself out of hell and back to reality. Point A: picked nanny and aunt Mel up at toa payoh. Point B: bullocks drove us to the airport to pick Kristen up. Point C: was a long journey back home. Now everyones just feeling tired and ohhhhhhhhhh i can't wait for the weekend. Cuzzzy Kristen is so cute- and i like how she speaks. hahah. oh and btw, Doritos are fine but it's starting to give me this nasty soar throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is all quiet now. shhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2072123957789749013?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2072123957789749013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2072123957789749013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2072123957789749013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2072123957789749013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodmorning-its-0417.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4938338149126520795</id><published>2008-12-16T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:01:43.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adulthooooooooood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;i want to start living my dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4938338149126520795?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4938338149126520795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4938338149126520795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4938338149126520795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4938338149126520795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/adulthooooooooood.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2327386834449061123</id><published>2008-12-16T14:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:21:45.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the diary of this forsaken world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's see. I was at Zoukout 08'. The teenagers were fantastic. Too bad the best place to be standing at became a mosh pit. Above and beyond and the lightings were trippy. The crowd was neither here nor there. Left the beach at 8 cus it started to drizzle a little. Cuzzy Kristen will be arriving Singapore on Friday- midnight. I cant feel my legs now cus i've been sitting on the chair- in the same position for more than an hour. my fingernails are purple now- one were it looks like ubi, you know ubi?? it's like yam cake or fruit of something like that, it's actually nice when it's in the ice cream form. I've been walking alot. going out feels like a hike to mount Kinabalu- with my aunt of course, whom i've been out during this past few days with. All stairs looked like mount Everest to me. my goodness. Wait im talking about mount Kinabalu...where did mount Everest come from? okokokok, Gis will no longer need her crappy junkie faced ID. Cus she's all ready and set to use her newly rotten pink IC- chinese KIA, which has been buried in the depths of her wallet for goodness god knows when. awwwwwwwwww. She's all grown up. So therefore, pals and i- including her, will be so looking forward to Thursday night. That's the big night out where all the dirty wolves go around howling in the forest looking for little red riding hoods. AND you are definately one of the wolves Farid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now don't you go running away cus we- the little red riding hoods will find you instead. right. cus you're sadly one of the disfunctional wolf among the other wolves and you don't howl, you kinda moan in a wierd way actually. So it's kinda vice versa for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we. need. to. hunt. you. down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and here's a little something i found out a long long time ago. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm broke.&lt;/span&gt; and will be broke till the end of the year. So that means, i need to set up a foundation for the needy. The only needy...&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt; So please to all you kind hearted souls, monsters, WOLVES....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.i need big money, big cars and a big wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; and what YOU need my dearest friends is a BIG HEART! winky ;) You'll be blessed and hopefully end up in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2327386834449061123?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2327386834449061123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2327386834449061123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2327386834449061123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2327386834449061123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/diary-of-this-forsaken-world.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5859260247942276217</id><published>2008-12-16T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:26:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/bl.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;melodies and desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I'm not a saint, I've been a sinner all my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light&lt;br /&gt;They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone&lt;br /&gt;Burn me at the stake, and sit and watch it from the throne&lt;br /&gt;They say the devil is my pal, I do a lot of drugs&lt;br /&gt;The crowd will only like me if they're really fucking drunk&lt;br /&gt;They think they know my thoughts, but they don't know the least,&lt;br /&gt;If they'd listened to the words they'd find the message that's beneath, but it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one ear, and right out the other&lt;br /&gt;People talking shit, but you know I never bother, it goes...&lt;br /&gt;In one ear, and right out the other&lt;br /&gt;People talking shit, but they can kiss the back of my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5859260247942276217?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5859260247942276217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5859260247942276217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5859260247942276217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5859260247942276217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/melodies-and-desires.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7440387387908365038</id><published>2008-12-14T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:58:18.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blo-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/blo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Homecoming. Omfg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On day 1,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met her hot step daughter;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's a cheerleader, she is a virgin and she is really tan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As she stepped out of her massive car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could only notice she was more than fuckable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think she was coming back from the game or something'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause she was holding those silly pompoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On day 2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fucked her and it was wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She is such a slut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fucked my American cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved my English romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fucked my American cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved my English romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was dirty, a dream came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like I like it she's got nice tits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was perfect, a dream came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just like a song by blink182.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK, listen girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I met the hottest guy ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Basically, as I was stepping out of my SUV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came face to face with my step cousin or whatever...Who cares!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, he was wearing skinny jeans, had funky hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the cutest British accent ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Straight away I could tell he was a rocker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with his sexy attitude and the way he looked at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mmm, he is totally awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh My God! I think im in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fucked my American cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved my English romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fucked my American cunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I loved my English romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was so nice to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pleasure is mine, I do like you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Come to Cancún for springbreak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll think about it, it could be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And don't forget to send me a friend request! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As if...)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I totally buried my feet in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7440387387908365038?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7440387387908365038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7440387387908365038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7440387387908365038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7440387387908365038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/homecoming-on-day-1-i-met-her-hot-step.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7736933168878885803</id><published>2008-12-14T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:49:16.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today you shall drink my blood from a straw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7736933168878885803?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7736933168878885803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7736933168878885803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7736933168878885803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7736933168878885803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-you-shall-drink-my-blood-from.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1970064827366756560</id><published>2008-12-11T18:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:56:15.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hussel my invention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As he was slowly puffing his cancer stick (reds as he'd prefer)and i was slowly nibbling my weight gainer cookie, i suddenly came up with an idea. An idea to create P.I.E. The ultimatum. His opinion: Probably 60% won't happen. He was right. Maybe. Nether the less i'll go for it. I'm gonna come up with an idea and prolly come up with something inventive and original. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Punk glam&lt;/span&gt; as i would like to call it. I looked at him with so much excitement, purposely enlarging my eyes, just to show him how shiny my eyeballs could get. and he just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt;.                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;.                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt;.                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                        face&lt;/span&gt;. widening his huge mouth filled with tons of saliva.&lt;br /&gt;As you all have guessed. My eyes eventually shrank to it's original size. Slowly but surely, there might be a slight chance of hope he said. finally. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just what i needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-1970064827366756560?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1970064827366756560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1970064827366756560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1970064827366756560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1970064827366756560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/hussel-my-invention.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-9081328700693108306</id><published>2008-12-11T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:09:58.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shhooot the runnerrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=boots.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/boots.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=41mSxhEjliL_AA280_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/41mSxhEjliL_AA280_.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=139368_366_45.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/139368_366_45.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get me these babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-9081328700693108306?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/9081328700693108306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=9081328700693108306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/9081328700693108306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/9081328700693108306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/shhooot-runnerrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3464105747083305652</id><published>2008-12-11T13:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:50:34.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="gs_normal"&gt;&lt;span colour="3366FF"  style="font-family:CopprplGoth BT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=borealis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/borealis.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To dream anything that you want to dream. That's the beauty of the human mind. To do anything that you want to do. That is the strength of the human will. To trust yourself to test your limits. That is the courage to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;♥g.d.t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3464105747083305652?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3464105747083305652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3464105747083305652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3464105747083305652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3464105747083305652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-dream-anything-that-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5303688516029711007</id><published>2008-12-10T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:01:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-lester burnham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5303688516029711007?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5303688516029711007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5303688516029711007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5303688516029711007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5303688516029711007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6406231461261527404?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6406231461261527404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6406231461261527404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6406231461261527404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6406231461261527404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-jolly-good-time_09.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7466353792288927173</id><published>2008-12-09T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:32:49.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-33.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-33.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mango pickle down river. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the river's high we jump off the bridge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7466353792288927173?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7466353792288927173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7466353792288927173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7466353792288927173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7466353792288927173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/mango-pickle-down-river.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4539466775846186469</id><published>2008-12-09T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:32:17.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anus! I'm tired of your shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently 4 very dissatisfied customers were unhappy about Popeye's chicken. You guessed it, they blamed it on inflation. Total retardation if you ask me. I had a last minute plan of joining Farid and his group of friends to zouk for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STEVE AOKIIIIIIIIII&lt;/span&gt;. Omg he looked like god! I went ballistic when he mashed up a couple of my favourite tracks. We were checking velvet out when I bummed into my ex boss uncle Dave- cus he's apparently my aunt's best friend therefore the uncle and i've worked under him before. He was drunk. We had a tiff before i quit the job and i was hesitating whether i should say hi to him or not. But lucky for the both of us he wasn't in the right state of mind. I guess he forgot about how disappointed he was at me at that time and decided to let it all go. he gave me a cup of orange juice- he said it was mixed with alcohol but i didn't taste any and the best thing was he thought i was under aged and he secretly passed the drink to me since it's alcohol and all haha. he was so cute he even told me to tell my friends that he was only 20 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while i was watching Farid doing his dance ritual on the dancefloor as usual- i couldn't stop admiring his silly moves and how he is so into every step, my cousin Morris walked pass me- he is Chinese-German breed btw and we don't really communicate that much, so it was a pleasant surprise to see him there. Although it felt rather awkward knowing that whenever i visit his place for Christmas or Chinese new year and those sorts of family gathering i wouldn't even look at him and pretend nothing of his existence. Just a soft/simple hi and bye. He asked me whens my cousin Kristen coming and i told him the date and that was most likely the first ever conversation we had. Well he asked me something and i did answer him that's considered a conversation right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it poured and poured and i'm kinda loving this weather. Fiona Xie had scabs on her legs and patricia mok was laughing like as if there's no tomorrow. I was contented with my 10 hours of sleep. Will be terribly busy this entire month. my schedules will be fully booked. No time for all that drama. In the mean time, I'm gonna dig the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4539466775846186469?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4539466775846186469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4539466775846186469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4539466775846186469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4539466775846186469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/anus-im-tired-of-your-shits.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7404911815552279741</id><published>2008-12-06T01:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:04:16.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bleed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/bleed.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strike match light fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drinking coffee almost everytime i have my lunch/dinner break and that's only because i see adults drinking them. I never thought caffeine was cool- although i used to think smoking was cool way back then, now it's only causing me bad sore throat, cough and phlegm's. disgusting phlegm's that looks like squashed caterpillars because they sometime comes out in yellowish or greenish or transparent-ish colours. Anyways, my point is...... the moment i took my first sip., my second sip which then led me to my third sip, i realised something incredible. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee/caffeine is addictive&lt;/span&gt;. coffee works in mysterious ways i tell you- it feels more like an aphrodisiac, just like red wine and fresh live oysters. try it and you'll know what I'm yakkiting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Gloria jeans with the hommies during the entire black skied town- except for that ONE confused lost "nigger SLASH hippie boy" who was with us too, so basically I'll have to count him out of the hommies and call him HOM (in short) minusing the MIE at the back since he is all half and all and still very much confused. Yunisha has officially become my home girl haha same goes to youu too Chanel. I'm gonna get that Dior mascara and don't you dare run away with it! *cough* We have/had been spending most of our spare time uttering nonsense and to top it all the cafe was playing metro station's album. I'm loving those incredible siew mai's! I had fun. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already the 6Th of DEC. nearing to the end of the month, the end of the year and on to a new freshly squeezed out of the orange juice box world. Miss 2008 gave me alot of time to open up to the world- okay maybe the society cus the worlds too exaggerated and because I've never been around the world though i really wished i was able to. To see things differently, in a wide angled lens. Being through different emotions all at the same time. watching brain numbing movies as well as gut wrenching ones. Than came along karma- i didn't believe so much of it but still deep inside i know it exists. Am i contridicting here. Gosh. I think i was??? Than i stumbbled upon the good monsters, bad monsters and plainly those weird monsters- yunisha your in the plainly weird section. haha. nether the less, it has definitely been a great journey and i am looking forward to the new year. maybe I'll be able to find out who i really am. Cus now, I'm not really sure what I'm made of inside. It saddens me. I like to see the world being this massive classroom and hopefully i'll pick my sit and I'll be ready to take things to the test. Btw, i have exactly 6 hours of sleep till i see myself walking with a sluched back, day dreaming my time away with Mr Hilfiger. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catch me if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;g.d.t♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7404911815552279741?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7404911815552279741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7404911815552279741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7404911815552279741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7404911815552279741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/strike-match-light-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-8941329316784408287</id><published>2008-12-05T11:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T11:34:48.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gln.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/gln.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i'm good, i'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a new obsession. and I'm so glad i found her. LYKKE LI IS AMAZING- cus she's gorgeous and amazingly talented. her awkwardness made me love her even more. &lt;/span&gt;sweeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;the night before tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-8941329316784408287?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/8941329316784408287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=8941329316784408287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8941329316784408287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8941329316784408287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-good-im-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7473659671900460909</id><published>2008-12-01T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:02:59.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;grauenhaftes Unglauben &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ich habe noch nie einen mehr zwei konfrontiert Person in meinem Leben vor. Ein backstabber. Sie schließlich zeigte ihre wahre Farben. Ich wußte irgendwie sie hatten Tricks Hinterhand. Sie machen mich krank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7473659671900460909?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7473659671900460909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7473659671900460909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7473659671900460909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7473659671900460909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/12/grauenhaftes-unglauben-ich-habe-noch.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1227619789866149811</id><published>2008-11-27T16:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:45:23.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whats up with moral fiber/ gun powder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was rich enough to bathe in lanvin eclat d'arpege in one of those scary bath tubs you see mostly in horror movies and pamper myself with Japanese seaweeds- the crispy dried one i mean. Unfortunately it's impossible to do that because smelling a high dosage of the perfume will eventually make me throw up. And pampering myself with seaweed instead of chocolates or strawberry's or whatever those classy bimbotic -romantically challenged snobs prefers would only make me, weird and un-classy??- if you catch my drift. seaweeds are the shit i'm telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI, I'm starting on my new job soon. Still struggling with this and that. Nothing new. It has always been the same old same old. Just been hanging out with the supra's, ice creams, dgk, lrd, hustle tree bunch. All's good. Mr Jeremy cunt is still in New Zealand and wont be back till the end of dec. My cousin kristen will still be dropping by to visit me from the US. I don't know how things are gonna be once they're here. Giselle will be flying off to LA this Sunday. Bullocks mom just arrived this afternoon from a 10 day business trip from Korea(Seoul). Gee tell me whens my turn to have all this commotion in my system. I need my ultimate getaway. I need the northern lights. my beautiful Aurora borealis. Not a darn fever. I don't need no fever right now. feeeeeeeeeeeeverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. hey fever rhymes with beaverrrrrr and quiverrrrrrrrrrr and shiverrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr which is all part of feeeeeeeeeeverrrrrrrrrrr. SCHISS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter key, my finger nails are bluish purplish now. And i have a tiny scar on the left side of my left foot. and I've been craving for yogurt and slurpee. And i like how Germans says schiss- shit. I've got my bangs again cus i just loved them oh so much but I'm utterly grossed by the fact that I'm losing hair. I thought I've mention about this sometime back already right? So i don't think I'm gonna elaborate much. Instead, Screw cup noodles and instant noodles and 7 eleven for selling those hair lost chemicals. they're ruining my freaking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....although what i really wanna do in life- if i had the choice on an average scale would be to choose to sit all day long on the couch, watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into my mouth. now how's that for a wacky loser life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait up, could you guys give me 3 secs. That old man needs a spank on his right butt cheek. Silencio old man, take a chill pill will ya. Infact take 3 of it. That'll shut you up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're causing my rectums to have headaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-1227619789866149811?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1227619789866149811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1227619789866149811' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1227619789866149811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1227619789866149811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-up-with-moral-fiber-gun-powder.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4443331298296099946</id><published>2008-11-26T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:09:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a roadrunner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cruel intention- check!&lt;br /&gt;Rabbit without ears- check!&lt;br /&gt;trainspotting- check!&lt;br /&gt;Tommy hillfiger- check!&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to bamboo banga- check!&lt;br /&gt;Sleep over slumber (not so much of a party) at Yunisha's den- check!&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow watching- check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i've been staring at the sky more often then i watch myself walking aimlessly- if you monsters noticed, and i think i might have fallen in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4443331298296099946?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4443331298296099946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4443331298296099946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4443331298296099946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4443331298296099946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/now-im-sitting-down-chillin-on-gun.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1470445585937568801</id><published>2008-11-24T01:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:48:26.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grow up??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me something i don already know. The world has gone berserk. You my moronic friend is the greatest loser of all times. period. Now shooooooooooo and vamoose from this atmosphere of mine. We don't need another dirty prick like you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or else i might just have to deep fry you in pork oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-1470445585937568801?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1470445585937568801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1470445585937568801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1470445585937568801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1470445585937568801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-i-havent-heard-this-before.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7377592717651380296</id><published>2008-11-12T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:59:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna rock and roll all night and party everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=111-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/111-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-30.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-30.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-31.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-31.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aa-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/aa-10.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b-15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/b-15.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a-26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/a-26.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7377592717651380296?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7377592717651380296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7377592717651380296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7377592717651380296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7377592717651380296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanna-rock-and-roll-all-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6751185074294341465</id><published>2008-11-06T02:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:40:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=juliet.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/juliet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not a woman. I'm a force of nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello to the living dead. It's 2:30am and pillow fight is on the talking box. Once again, it's pitch black around me except for this little glimpse of light from black beauty- my laptop that is. I've been starving since this early evening and tend to do nothing about it. Due to my stupidity of not refilling my empty tank i'm sufferring miserably from a headache. yes a feasty combo of a rummbling tummy and headache. Now that's something i would unlikely buy from a set menu. I've been very much addicted listening to mum-pronounced as "mium" with a help from a friend, and have been craving to download metro station again- craving, because they're delicious. I miss listening to them before i hit the sack- with my night light switched on, blasting it in my room when i was home alone for 2 months. Ahhh 2 months of freedom. 2 months of a life. 2 months of silencio. Wouldn't you wanna wish for that to happen to your god forsaken life and have some quality time with your inner soul? I do! Moonhow's, i found something that really attracted me and my attention. Keep guessing hah. i dare you! On other thought, I always wondered how it feels like to be a diva, some days you wake up and you're Barbara Streisand. what a ride. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6751185074294341465?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6751185074294341465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6751185074294341465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6751185074294341465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6751185074294341465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1206412080280425142</id><published>2008-11-04T11:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:23:27.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MYTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;legend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; comes to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aa-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥g.d.t&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/3247553355440206790-1206412080280425142?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1206412080280425142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1206412080280425142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1206412080280425142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1206412080280425142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-fairytales-comes-to-live.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4257951857559169897</id><published>2008-11-02T16:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:44:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=room.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never purchase beauty products in a hardware store- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miss piggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4.47 p.m. It's been definately a cold and wet Sunday and they've been playing the greatest oldies of all time on the talking box and it's doing me no good. I would describe today as dull, gloomy, unvibrant and utterly lonely and ive spent the whole afternoon surfing the net. My eyes has been screaming their tiny pupils out to shut the extremely strong lighted screen down but i don't think i can. I've been anticipating on the upcoming movies lately and have been much of a movie fan- that's because i've realised i can't be fucked with books. Any oh whoo here's a list of some of the movies i'm thinking of sipping my snapple apple to- Nick and Norah, Twilight, Madagascar escape africa 2, The boy in the striped pajamas, Gardens of the night, The world of unseen, Faded memories, Ciao and the lists seems to go and on. Wow. I'm done. I'm off to fill my empty tank now. Can someone please tell me how to end this dreadful sunday night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4257951857559169897?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4257951857559169897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4257951857559169897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4257951857559169897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4257951857559169897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/never-purchase-beauty-products-in.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5542903489067580816</id><published>2008-11-01T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:52:22.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's for you mister.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow this has have to come to an end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm picking myself up and running to somewhere exotic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;g.d.t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5542903489067580816?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5542903489067580816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5542903489067580816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5542903489067580816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5542903489067580816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-for-you-mister.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-591765002686992321</id><published>2008-11-01T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T23:28:39.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zzz-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zzz-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God save the Drama Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ola. Last night's Halloween party was awesome. Well not because it's an event where everyone has an excuse to drink their balls out and forget about it the day after but because i enjoyed how everyone has made an effort dressing up in their costume. Something you wouldn't get to see in our everyday low pathetic selfish dull life. We managed to snap a whole load of pictures once again and i'll have them posted up soon. What can be more whacked then to celebrate the happy occasion at Home club and on top of that freeee drinks. I didn't know standing under the heavy pouring rain could be so breath taking. It was definately a night to remember. I'll add more details about it in my next entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OUCH! I've just stupidly scratched my pimple out from my forehead and the pain is killing me right now. My throat is not showing signs of improvement and I'm still thinking if i should have my hair short or dyed or curled or what?? I have to admit- cus it's supposed to be top secret, that i really am slowly losing hair. Like every single day while bathing a few of my hair falls. After bathing while blow drying my hair another lot falls. And a few more when i'm not doing anything. And then i noticed a certain decrease in my hair whenever i bun it up. Seriously i felt like i was gonna break down in that moment of time, It was almost as if i lost my memory. Or my sense of direction. Or my identity. Oh the horror! The horror i tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cut cut cut. this entry is just so full of drama and you are so full of drama. mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-591765002686992321?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/591765002686992321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=591765002686992321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/591765002686992321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/591765002686992321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-save-drama-queen.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4275754998699043526</id><published>2008-10-31T00:35:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:34:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a-27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/a-27.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you a man who cherishes and cares for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you a guard in a prison, maximum security?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do we stay home all the time cuz you want me to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or am I locked away, had a feeling that I’d find someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I don’t like living under your spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because you think I might find somebody worthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I don’t like living under your spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby if you treat me right, you won’t have to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this a relationship, fulfilling your needs as well as mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or is this just my sentence, am I doing time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If this is love, real, real love, then I’m staying no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if I’m just a prisoner, then I’m busting out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, you oughta be ashamed of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What the hell do you think you’re doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loving me, loving me, so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, all I do is try (try)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To show you that you’re my (my) one and only guy (only guy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter who may come along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Open your eyes cuz baby I don’t lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4275754998699043526?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4275754998699043526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4275754998699043526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4275754998699043526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4275754998699043526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/figure.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6720864502881419856</id><published>2008-10-30T20:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:08:26.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=17-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/17-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swagger like us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kanye was the bomb. Oh man you should have seen how he crawled or creeped out from behind the stage to the front. I went ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh on my sit and that was it, i went deaf- but only for a short period of time cus hey i could hear myself go ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh again while the crowd was ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ing all the way. What a trip i tell you! Our sit was great but not until we went to Shino's side of the stadium cus he's view and the commotion rising up on his side was in-tense. Wow wow wee. The atmosphere was awesome. The lights, the back up singer was smoking hawt!, songs that makes your hands stretch out causing it to wave it up and down in the air frantically over and over again - you know like how the hip hoppers do it. we had the light stick going on and that Kanye shade. I personally loved all his song. Although there were one or two that i didn't know of but hey, i did try pretending that i knew it. (: After the show, omg i was gasping for air when we bumped into Taya and Utt. She's sooooo cute! Oh well, 3 cheers for Mr West!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11-19.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/11-19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-28.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3-17.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/3-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/4-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5-13.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/5-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/6-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7-7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/7-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/8-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/9-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/10-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/12-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=13-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/13-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=14-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/14-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/15-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=16-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/16-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For your info, i do noticed i used lots of Peace sign in my pictures and i believe that's the only picture taken on that day that i've done a huge lot of it- 3 is really a lot. hahaha. Moving on, we all know that tomorrow would be happy hallooween and everyone would be all geared up to spook the hell out of us and some would just be making a fool out of themselves- i wan to see people dress up as egg and bacon. So probably Gis and I will be heading down to get her costume for tomorrow. I might be a little red indian girl or a pregnant teen drinking jugs of beers and smoking mind you haha who knows but i know for sure someone's gonna dress up as a ninja hahaha we'll see how it goes. In the mean time i'll go think about it more. toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6720864502881419856?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6720864502881419856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6720864502881419856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6720864502881419856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6720864502881419856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/kanye-was-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1610996148560728782</id><published>2008-10-29T13:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:53:35.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dddd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/dddd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;News Flash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on the verge of breaking down for my damn O's. It's slowly nibbling my brain out of my head. The stress level is taller than me and i don't think i can go on any longer. Due to that crises, I'm breeding pimples on my face. I guess now i can finally try that next care acne patch they've been babbling about on the radio. Worst still, yesterday was the worst day of my exam day. I had the fiercest fever attack and was unable to do my history paper. If you were there, you'll see a really pathetic girl walking in and out of the toilet. Eventually you'll see her puking too. Yes that's me. After an hour i left for home. Very useless indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali was rather unique. We had curry and more Curry's at Mr Ravi's house. Back to serious stuff, my art paper today was also very disappointing. Thanks to Justice who had helped me in my preparatory work but i kinda screwed up my final piece by using a fuckin* crayon instead of water colour that was supposed to be used in today's paper 2 - that's why it's called drawing and PAINTING for a reason. I rather just shoot myself in the head right now. So in about half an hours time, the physics paper will start to command and I'm going to go missing. *poop*-Not poof but poop cus it stinks and once again extremely useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nether the less, KANYE'S CONCERT IS TONIGHT. And so I'll see whoever is going to be there..... over there(: I'll leave you guys with a few shots we got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aaa-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/aaa-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b-14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/b-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bb-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/bb-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-1610996148560728782?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1610996148560728782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1610996148560728782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1610996148560728782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1610996148560728782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/news-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I could safely say that my weekend has been pretty whacked. A whole lot of shopping going on with my boy bullocks- he got me this limited edition Vans shoe from Korea and the best thing about it is that it was on sale! I thought it was my lucky day cus I've been shoe hunting for the past month. Here's a HUGE THANK YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We caught Shino- bullocks uncle/cousin or whatever he is to him cus it's rather complicated but they are related, performing outside Arab street promoting their newly launched SUP clothing's. There were free drinks- and i mean beers, cakes and cookies and an extremely hot hot weather. The disappointing thing about it was that bullocks bought two t-shirts from the shop and it cost him 88 bucks, but what he didn't know was that the shop only spend 8 bucks to print one t-shirts and it's sold at 49 bucks each in stores. Such a rip off if you ask me. But they are making ends meet, so what the hack we gave them a little credit although their t-shirts aren't that fantastic or awesome as the matter of fact. Bullocks told me that it was going to be his first and certainly his last time buying anything from there. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday is another story on it's own. So there was the three musketeers, awesome music- the live band was amazing, free packet of cigarette we found, a shot of tequila and endless cam bitching moments caught on camera. There was also super long lost spooky ride back home. And i'm sorry but i have to say this Ken Haris- otherwise known as bullocks, but your sense of direction is a goner. HAHA! Omg, how can you not recognise anything. You are like a blind man and i am your guide dog. Not that i want to be known as a dog but hmm, a rather clever co-driver than alright- cancel off the thought of a dog. (: So i guess the credit goes to me. Next time- if i ever learn how to drive, i'll take over the steering wheel and show you who's boss- insert giggles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides all that commotion going on, another exciting event that's going to happen- which surely is HUGERRR, if there is such a word, commotion than all of those i mentioned above, i'm still talking about the KANYE WEST concert which will happen in about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt; time. Omg omg omg omg omg. I think i could feel the horses galloping around my stomach already. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;.....thinking about my exams is making me sick. In other thought, i think i might be falling sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to serious stuffs- cus this is seriously much more serious then me falling sick in the middle of my most important exam, &lt;strong&gt;I'm done with livejournal&lt;/strong&gt;. hahah another failed attempt. Yes it's my second time and no it's not because I'm a total nooob at it but i kinda got the hang of blogger. It's special to me in every way and i wouldn't wanna ditch blogger - who is a dear friend to me, just like that. Same thing as holding to something precious for a really long time, like how can a nails be separated from our fingers, what would bananas look like without their yellow skin growing around them, how would we look like without hair and breast- everything is inseparable. So I'm going to be loyal and true to my blogspot till we grow wrinkly and start having botox. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a pleasant evening monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥g.d.t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3500672144539149932?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3500672144539149932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3500672144539149932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3500672144539149932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3500672144539149932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/six-thirty-seven-p.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2302804351171477109</id><published>2008-10-26T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:52:01.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gg-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=glen-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/glen-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;beauty lies within oneselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got tired of waiting, wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;He knelt to the ground and he pulled out a ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I talked to your dad, you'll pick out a white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a love story, baby, just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;g.d.t&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/3247553355440206790-2302804351171477109?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2302804351171477109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2302804351171477109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2302804351171477109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2302804351171477109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2466427865936307577</id><published>2008-10-24T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:50:02.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=horsey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/horsey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've switched to livejournal for the time being or rather for a quite awhile- i have to check out the weather in that section and start doing a comparison. So i guess i'll see you monsters around, but please remember to bring a glass of orange juice and a teaspoon of sugar to proceed to the next level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours truly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pansylicious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2466427865936307577?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2466427865936307577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2466427865936307577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2466427865936307577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2466427865936307577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3109537992140553119</id><published>2008-10-24T02:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T03:02:19.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=rodenthe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/rodenthe.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supergirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing beats a splendid cold rainy day, driving/cruising around Singapore and to finally watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nights in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rodenthe&lt;/span&gt;. I have only one thing to say, what a SAD movie it was. I mean, it was heart wrenching. How could he die at such a wrong time. sigh. Bullocks kept complaining how sickening it was that he has to die. And omg omg my favourite part was when those pony's/horses were running pass her at the beach. When is that gonna happen to me huh???? Now that Nights in Rodenthe is done, I can't wait to catch &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nick and Norah&lt;/span&gt; on the 11th of Dec. CUS I SO DIGGG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MICHEAL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CERA!-  I think i might have a slight crush on him ever since he acted in Super bad and Juno. Adore-able i tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh look at the time, looks like i have to fast forward everything. I had always been bullocks personal hairdresser and wardrobe stylist (incase you don't know-well now you know)and today, i specially did his haircut in the comfort of my home- i'm still waiting for his comments for the hairstyle actually cus he's not sure about it yet but it better be good haha. We did a little shopping too last night. He got me a few tops from ZARA and i would have gone crazy if he didn't stop me cus they were having a collection of those Native American or i personally like to call it the Pocahontas get up- which I've been obsessed about since i have no idea when. I chose this awesome vest instead of the dress and i totally made the right chose. Well he agreed that the vest totally rocked more than the dress- *inserts huge grin. So anyway, he still hasn't done his shopping for his wardrobe yet so we might be cramping the stores next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright there's been too much excitement in OCTOBER, so for now i need to enjoy this cool night with me, myself and my bed till i sit for my Mathematics exam in about 6 hours time- I'm probably gonna sleep through it anyway. Bad bad me! When.am.i.gonna.learn? chuckles. Here's something random, I found this song by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; radio song &lt;/span&gt;while choosing a song on guitar heroes and bullocks and i have been singing to it ever since&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhhh who doesn't love french songs. ♥&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer has been playing in my head tooooo. Damn that song fucks your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any oh cow! I've yet to see Justice, Theron and Jeremy- school, work and whatever arse they're up to has been preventing us from slacking -.- yeah we are the slackers in crime. Bah! Hang out sooon you cunts! oh what the hack. Goodnight monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Fyi. It's no good pretending loser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've been living in denial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LoVe_eMoCTioN_by_DianA___ChaN.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/LoVe_eMoCTioN_by_DianA___ChaN.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3109537992140553119?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3109537992140553119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3109537992140553119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3109537992140553119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3109537992140553119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-supergirl.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3500686138640931525</id><published>2008-10-21T20:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:05:40.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=aa-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/aa-9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a-25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/a-25.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appearances can be... deceptive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had quite a decent time with bullocks. We finally caught &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Burn after reading&lt;/span&gt;. I still have &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nights in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Rodanthe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to catch and I'm very much anticipating. Chemistry was quite a sucker if you ask me, oh and here's something i would like to ass on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; "i would have answered all the questions without fail IF only i had studied".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bummer isn't it. English- hmm it was alright the kind of subject you try tilting your head left to right to say "not bad". My hands crammed up halfway through my compo on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"the delights and frustrations of a teenager"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- and it was because i had loads to write, mind you. Than i had no choice but to scribble my way through the report writing or whatever that is you call it in section B cus there wasn't much time left. Omg! imagine writing on a crammed dysfunctional hand that might just give way anytime- it was aching so much. I kept glancing at the stop watch on the screen and carried on scribbling on my paper without even looking at it than whoooops times up. Phew. That was it. DONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hallelujah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I thought the text about the Egyptian cat was rather interesting though. Always nice knowing facts and mysteries about the past ancient civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further a do, i still am very extremely- over extremely, excited about Mr West's concert. Can't wait for everything to come to life and feel myself getting swept off my feet/sit- sounds more of like a fairytale doesn't it haha. Another spacial moment to look forward to is my cousin Kristen and my Aunt Melanie from the states will be visting our tiny island on the 11th of December. It's such a waste that David and Bryce wouldn't be able to make it due to school over there. But i sure hope there will be a next time. No, lets not hope, let's put it as... nah i can't think of anything. My brains has already been half fried. I need to hydrate myself. ?????. Get back to reality i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. I managed to hold my pee throughout this whole entry and I'm sure I've accumulated roughly the amount to fill a mug. Thank me very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And and and and and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; it's also officially a roughtimation of 1200 days together- plus minusing the 31st in certain months, i've only counted the 30th. Which would add up to our 3 years 4 months annversary and most definately a million years more to go. See you at the finish line bullocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post with one of my favourite quote from Burn after reading-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Sorry, I don't happen to know my account number because unfortunately I don't sit around all day trying to memorize the fucking numbers! Moron! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Bye_by_DeadlyDoll.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Bye_by_DeadlyDoll.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3500686138640931525?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3500686138640931525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3500686138640931525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3500686138640931525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3500686138640931525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/appearances-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2578391386350605179</id><published>2008-10-19T18:57:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:04:16.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-29.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-29.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ass on yo' face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My currently most loved song and the best video I've seen so far, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon we'll be found by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; is missing. Now i don't think i can start my day with a bang. let alone knowing that i have the suckiest paper- actually i don't think I'm the only one who feels this way- tomorrow, on a bloody Monday afternoon. Chemistry. Chemistry did made the best eherm and due to this chemical reaction and invention- or whatever you call it- people had soon learned to appreciate chemistry more. But nah uh, not for me sir! Chemistry has always been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; most hated subject ever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERIOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many failed attempts of churning my brain juice upside down inside my head, hoping to replace the old rotting brain juice that I've currently have for the past year to a new fresh- orangey like substance has been really terrible. Giselle has been with me "helping" me throughout this process and dear god, town is definitely not a good place to be at to be doing something so important. All that buzzing and commotion and loud bass and fast foods and that packet of cigarettes has been pulling me away from our so called "studying" moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides town, there were other tempting treats that made me shoved studying aside, like the bottle of Chivas day with friends from Saint Gabriel's school listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boston by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Augustana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your heart is an empty room by death cab for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cutie&lt;/span&gt;. How about the nothing to do but sit around the skate park day watching Jeremy the cunt, Justice Foreplay, Ben flyboy, King Theron, Ben Batam, and Benjamin the uk boy flying around on their super light bmx bikes drinking green tea, sprouting rubbish and cam whoring the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about the day where I've spent an entire morning AND afternoon sleeping- which in my opinion would think it's a rather waste of precious time. Sunday, for some people who would call it the day of rest had really knocked me out till 5 p.m in the afternoon- i am a slacker. So eventually i had my breakfast, lunch and dinner at 5 o'clock. 2 hours later, I'm here with black beauty typing this down- once again not with a book in my left hand and a pen on my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has this entry become to? Oh no, i think i might be suffering from a self-inventatory called the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ohnopanickattackstudyingnotalert syndrome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh actually, i think it's more of i can't be arsed about it i guess- i just learned it today btw from an English friend!. I think i might have actually solved a problem. I'm very much delighted now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i should go grab a can of beer and start playing footsie on it and probably kill myself after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoy the rest of this lovely Sunday monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going out to Miranda the bike and Fredrick the purple dildo&lt;br /&gt;-officially owned by Benjamin Richard Perkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2578391386350605179?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2578391386350605179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2578391386350605179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2578391386350605179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2578391386350605179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-currently-most-loved-song-and-best.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-386828222359857345</id><published>2008-10-19T03:42:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T04:13:10.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1  style="margin: 0pt; text-align: center;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;Does everything end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ddd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/ddd.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;“True Love burns the brightest, But the brightest flames leave the deepest scars.”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Mahal kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-386828222359857345?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/386828222359857345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=386828222359857345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/386828222359857345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/386828222359857345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-see-you-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3930119806196278355</id><published>2008-10-17T02:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:17:07.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soon we'll be found. (let's not fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofkomz-91yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ofkomz-91yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't Turn away it's just there's nothing left here to say&lt;br /&gt;Turn around I know we're lost but soon we'll be found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3930119806196278355?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3930119806196278355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3930119806196278355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3930119806196278355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3930119806196278355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/soon-well-be-found.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-8770688585068059514</id><published>2008-10-16T15:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:07:00.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chasing pavements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=w-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/w-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the last day i was gonna see daddy-o. And yet knowing that it was my last time, i didn't bothered entering his room. I thought he would at least wake me up-he does know i do get grumpy if he tries to wake me up at an inappropriate time. But what he doesn't know is that i do feel a slight glimpse of happiness when he gives me that soft nudge just to say that word goodbye. I saw myself vanishing under the blanket at 2 a.m. Pillow fight was on. I could see alphabets floating/circling around my head. Few things such as bullocks. My dad. How my day went. The number of cigarettes I've been puffing and huffing away. Whether it was going to rain tomorrow. My stinking exams. How empty my house would be with one missing soul. My future. My friends who i'm  so grateful to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that thinking caused me an hour of my time. before i knew what hit me, it was 3 a.m and i felt slightly drowsy. My vision turned blur and my eyes were half shut. My system has finally decided to shut down on me. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;,&lt;br /&gt;daddy was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sad_by_ulfo.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/sad_by_ulfo.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-8770688585068059514?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/8770688585068059514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=8770688585068059514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8770688585068059514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8770688585068059514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/chasing-pavements.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2271754498652373374</id><published>2008-10-15T14:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:15:24.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whisky is the new vodka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RocknRolla_poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RocknRolla_poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/RocknRolla_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People ask the question...what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drugs, drums, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot. -Archie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought it had a pretty decent ending. I'll personally give it a 7 out of 10 donut sprinklers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally i managed to drag my lazy arse to the MOE building and collected my art exam paper. Mr Brendon Foreplay has kindly offered to help me in the preparation of the paper and WOW thanks buddy! Since i reckon HE IS good in art, either wise he wouldn't have ended up stuck in a design course in TP right. C'mon, you are good at what you do Pousson! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Out of my random days, i decided to start weighing myself - since nan said i looked like I've lost weight. In my calculation last year, i weighed 45kg. Healthy i might say. Now,after a year has passed, i'm only 41kg. Is that good or bad??? But i definitely had grown some height. Thank god. Something that I've always been wishing for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well well well, Nothing but another curtain flying, wind blowing, wet ground, cold air, grey clouds, dark sky Wednesday afternoon. My back is aching and i need to take my slippery pink oval liked tablet. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a lovely wet Wednesday amigos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2271754498652373374?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2271754498652373374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2271754498652373374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2271754498652373374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2271754498652373374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/whisky-is-new-vodka.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-8425112525024776203</id><published>2008-10-13T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:31:06.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lets do a no foot can can over the roof. bah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Frank_Iero.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Frank_Iero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_714586ed4458cde9c4b47f9f668413bf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/l_714586ed4458cde9c4b47f9f668413bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a-24.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/a-24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was watching LA ink a couple of days back and guess who popped in to have a tattoo done? It's Frank Iero (pronounced as eye-ee-yore) the guitarist from My chemical Romance. At first i didn't noticed how cute he was untill he appeared in LA ink. Oh oh looks like i finally have an official rocker that i finally found HOT! I'm not like those David Archeleta Fan or Jonas Brothers fanatic too. I do agree that they all do look cute but not as cute as Frank Iero haha. And here's a shocking fact too, i found the name Pansy on his Epiphone elitist Les Paul custom guitar and decided to look it up. Here's what it said&lt;em&gt; " One of his many guitars sports the name Pansy which is also a nickname of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;his, although recently, Pansy was broken by an MTV guitar tech."&lt;/em&gt; What a coincidence, since The bro's before hoe's did come up with my nick named to be Pansy too-which is this horse named pansy who does a drill dance on youtube and beacuse i am born in the year of a horse too, so there you go. WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to LA ink, although Frankie had to wait 5 hours for Kat V to do arrive at the shop-cus apparently Kat over slept and was late for work, Frank was still uber patient. How nice could that guy be. And plus Kat's dad (whom she's not seen in a very long time) suddenly popped in the shop at the wrong time. When she was about to get Frankie's tat started. Everything was in a mess, she made her dad wait 2 hours for her till she's done with Frank. Kat was way way behind time. But hey hey hey, he finally got his tat done! Rockin' portrait of his drummer grandfather on his upper arm along with the phrase "My family" "My hero" in Italian. But Kat did a slight mistake. She kinda spelled the Family in Spanish instead of Italian. So it's supposed to be written as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;La mia Famiglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;La mia familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha. Oh well, i don't think it's that obvious though. The important thing is that Kat did an awesome job in the portrait. So two thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So as were in the topic of tattoo's again, i on the other hand dreamt of supposedly my second tattoo which is supposed to be a horse with a rose- old school style. But instead of having my tat artist from Ink's on skin to do it for me. Some china woman was going to do it for me, and the worst part was that she couldn't speak a word of English. If you asked me, it was a nightmare. lol. Looks like my Dream Catcher wasn't doing a good job at all uh!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember about the dinner last night. It was such a relief that everything went well. After dinner, we decided to cramp around the living room to watch &lt;em&gt;Money No Enough 2&lt;/em&gt;. Not bad. Great movie for the family to watch. Thank god for subtitles cus my grandaunt's couldn't understand a word of hokkien too- they've been living in LA all their life that's why. It's 2pm now. Tme to turn up the volume cus &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are you Serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is on right now. Wouldn't wanna miss it for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I better get going. I have loads of other things to settle online. Have a lovely day Singapore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=LoVe_eMoCTioN_by_DianA___ChaN.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/LoVe_eMoCTioN_by_DianA___ChaN.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-8425112525024776203?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/8425112525024776203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=8425112525024776203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8425112525024776203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8425112525024776203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-do-no-foot-can-can-over-roof.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7421141197968083066</id><published>2008-10-12T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:51:03.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 76th Birthday Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Birthday_Card_v2_by_Insigma.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Birthday_Card_v2_by_Insigma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was a terrible start. Everyone- i assume, kinda forgotten that it was nan's birthday today. The worst thing was that i was the first person who came back home and did my daily chores as if it was any other ordinary day and said nothing. No wonder she got all moody and didn't even bothered answering any of my questions. Oh man! I totally had no idea that today was the 12th. I kinda some how lost track of time. It's damn bad. I didn't even baked her a cake or made her a card but the least i could do was wish her a Happy birthday finally (it's not much, in my perspective since she took care of me since forever). And that was only after my dad and brother wished her. ha.ha. i was the last person who went up to her and gave her a hug (omg! this is absolutely not a laughing matter). And plus the most awful thing was that it felt freaking awkward while i was hugging and wishing her cus all of this should come naturally where everyone is happy and merry right? but shucks! for me it felt rather awkward and embarrassing. She even gave me that cold treatment and that "eye stare" thing. I swear, i really felt like punching myself dead. This is not a good day. At all. terrible terrible. terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of my relatives will be coming over for dinner tonight. I hope all things go well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy birthday again Grandma and I'll make sure this will never never happen again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Glennys.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7421141197968083066?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7421141197968083066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7421141197968083066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7421141197968083066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7421141197968083066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-76th-birthday-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5000202213358992258</id><published>2008-10-12T02:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T02:33:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish upon a falling star that you'll forever not be far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=12-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/12-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My lady hood is about to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i can handle it much longer.&lt;br /&gt;But i can't give up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Cus soon it'll be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm typing away in the dark. All i can see is the alphabets on the keyboard. I hear snoring at the background. I hear the air blowing from the air con. I feel the coldness touching my bare skin. My tongue hurts. Ulcers. Ugh! I hate ulcers. I had tears running down my cheek the whole afternoon. Something made me sad. So sad that i couldn't control the amount of tissues i've used and the amount of cigarettes I've puffed. But gladly, things lightened up after having fed my rumbling tummy- alfredo. Things lightened up after the donuts- kaya. Things lightened up after the ice cream- vanilla. Things lightened up during the car ride back home. Things lightened up while listening to "the man who can't be move". Listening to "love lockdown" on the radio. Things lightened up after that kiss. That hug. that smile. That smell- awwww. That.....(sigh) snoring behind me. I'm relief. Much relieved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magandang Gabeh sa iyo. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5000202213358992258?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5000202213358992258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5000202213358992258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5000202213358992258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5000202213358992258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish-upon-falling-star-that-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6890526026074309921</id><published>2008-10-12T01:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:53:21.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KKKanye WWWest CCConcert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-31.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-31.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh man oh man oh man oh man OH MAN! hereeee we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6890526026074309921?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6890526026074309921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6890526026074309921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6890526026074309921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6890526026074309921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/kkkanye-wwwest-ccconcert-oh-man-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4232809129821764182</id><published>2008-10-10T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:35:16.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shloong of the Sea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night was rather sweeeet. Friends and i decided to have a last minute chalet plans at Sentosa. It was damn rushy cus we have to book a chalet by Thursday- that's the only convenient day they were all available. And it was Monday when we planned it. Thanks to Nian, he really did put a whole lotta effort checking all the resorts from Pasir Ris to East Coast to finally getting the most decent place in Singapore, SENTOSA ISLAND! Nian's dad had a huge part to play too, cus without his credit card, we wouldn't be able to book the pit and the room. So hey, cheers to that man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We did some BBQ-ing shopping at the mart in Vivo City. Some Italian chili sausages, Chicken thighs, chicken wings, a shit load of drinks that we didn't end up finishing. We had a night walk at the beach-everyone was barefooted. And they were showing songs of the sea. Either wise known as SHLOONGS OF THE SEA- by Jeremy the cunt! It was rather hilarious though. As i turned back to look at the laser show at the beach, wow, i almost thought i saw Miss Aurora- the northern lights. It was really beautiful where the greens, reds and purple lights were all floating in the sky above the sea. It was quite breath taking haha. Something different you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we all started the vicious delicious BBQ session where we all ended up having this massive loads of butt diarrhea. The chickens were so bad. Yuck! But nether the less, everything went pretty well. Had a super long night. And at exactly 7.30am, some of them had already decided to not waste their time sleeping and headed down to swim at the beach. I couldn't be shit fucked. They came back at 8.30am- i noticed they've gotten themselves a tan, made a whole lotta racket, grabbed a few towels and had a dip at the swimming pool next. Once again, the lazy bum-me- couldn't be bothered, cus i was busy concentrating on pulling AND tugging AND kicking my blanky just to have it cover my entire body. Darn it! Only managed to catch 2 hours of sleep-ahhh i dread having to not sleep more and the worst thing was the bloody check out time was like at 10.30am. If you ask me it's ridiculous. The check out time should be at least 12 noon then i can safely say it ain't that bad. Ohh man, we were crazily beat, everyone didn't wanna move their arse's- apparently every ones arse's were stuck on the bed. And the sunlight was killing our eyes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But any oh how, we finally managed to get everything ready and pass the key to the management at 11.30am. We're such lousy cunts! haha. Exactly an hour late! We were all so lazy to walk and seriously, we all looked like old hags with perspiration dripping down all over our foreheads &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking up at the sky asking god why does it have to be so damn scorching hot. We finally had a bumpy tram ride. Than there was the cooling train ride back to reality- Vivo City. We bumped into Luke and had this pretty long conversation with him at the rooftop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They decided to go bike riding later in the afternoon. But nah, i wasn't up for it. No matter how many cans of red bull you wanna drown me in, it would never work out for me. I reckon red bulls are bullshit. I believe it's all in the mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shucks! My shoulders are killing me. Neeeed. Sleeep. Nowww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg! I'm overloaded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4232809129821764182?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4232809129821764182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4232809129821764182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4232809129821764182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4232809129821764182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/shloong-of-sea-last-night-was-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5779774875847637567</id><published>2008-10-07T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T17:41:28.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a oh so glorious Tuesday Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind playing with the ducks in the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11-18.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/11-18.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that I've sent miss black beauty for servicing, I'm currently laptop-less till probably Friday. I'm now at the comfort of Bullocks crib surfing the net, updating myself with latest news, snooze, and sneeze. Nothing much has changed i guess. Everything else seems to be in place. Glad to be hanging around with people i know that can be trusted. Friends who started to care for you now and of course friends who had cared for you way way back. Much appreciated. Although there are a few strangers I've come across to like that random guy who came up to me and asked me for my number. I on the other hand was around Far East Plaza with Barbie Slut and Giselle minding our own business when that whole commotion happened. He had this whole lotta hand gestures going on as if he was asking me for donation, or maybe plainly (weirdly) just wanted to show me his rapping skills, either ways it was totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*My alcohol level increased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i can proudly say my alcohol level for BEERS (yes, I'm a beeeeeer lady!) has gotten over the roof. I can control my tolerant for alcohol way better which made me anti-puking and anti-drunk. I can safely say drinking beer is like drinking water. Actually, Sofie did said it before me when she was so into Hoe garden beer - well she still says it even up till now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Guitar Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other toe, Bullocks finally bought the Legends of Rock guitar heroes that I've been pestering him to get. Mind you I've been practicing cus i noticed i was a little rusty after a few months of not playing and gladly i can almost beat him at MEDIUM (within 2 days of practice). Great! Soon we'll be challenging each other on the HARD level and we'll see who will conquer the rock and roll world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*I want to watch Kanye West Live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's been a whole lotta different bands that came down to perform in Singapore right. But nothing beats rockin' to Kanye West's Glow in the Dark Tour. That's the ONLY concert i wouldn't wann miss. But but apparently, sad to say i haven't gotten the ticket yet. Oh my quickly think woman! what should i do. Nah- nothings in my head. I'm brain dead at the moment. Excuse me while i try to inject brain juice into my numb skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*Attempted House break-in at my apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any oh hoo, here's something interesting, how about you -imagine- were walking back home, got out from the lift, and before you could reach your door, you found your window has been trashed. There's a huge hole due to missing window panels and your door lock has been forced open. SHIT! First think that came to my  mind- someone tried to break in. Gosh gosh. Fortunately Bullocks was with me so he called my neighbour to help us check if anyone was still in the house (in my mind-the guy must be still sleeping. In bullocks mind- the guy must be hiding behind the door with a hammer ready to hit us once we entered) of course not, there was no one. Phew! It was terrifying though. There were no signs of ransacking and everything seems to be in place. The police was called down. About 4 police cars in total. One truck where it carried a huge suitcase full of equipments to check for thumbprints. I was telling bullocks that it looked like one of the scene from crime watch haha- i know it's no joke, but it was rather late and everyone was tired so i thought I'd give a little tickle to play around with cranky bullocks. In the end while the police took back the window panels to the station for further investigation, we slept through the night knowing that there's a huge ass hole in our living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my happier level, here's some random songs that's been stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savage* Swing&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox Romance*Monsters&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West*Love lockdown&lt;br /&gt;The script*The man who can't be moved&lt;br /&gt;Skazi*Outer Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off for a slash. be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5779774875847637567?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5779774875847637567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5779774875847637567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5779774875847637567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5779774875847637567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-oh-so-glorious-tuesday-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2977967521729912139</id><published>2008-09-28T23:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:39:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When there is nothing left to burn,&lt;br /&gt;You have to set yourself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a-21.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/a-21.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=d-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/d-11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=f-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/f-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e-8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/e-8.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gg-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/gg-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=c-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/c-12.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me calculate. Formula 1's- grand prix-sure made a whole lot of chitty chat chat, Nico won (my third brother's named Nicko too except that it's spelled with an extra k) he looked like he was sure having a blast wasting all that champagne while the audience cheered while doing a rackity rack rack out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lovely time with pop today. Mama Mia was absolutely spontaneous. I don't mind watching it again -&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;money money money, it's so funny, in the rich man's world!&lt;/span&gt;. Ohh i want more of those taquila shots please and probably a bag of crisps to go along. Right! I must go and powder my nose now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2977967521729912139?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2977967521729912139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2977967521729912139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2977967521729912139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2977967521729912139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-there-is-nothing-left-to-burn-you.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-8750040265655268674</id><published>2008-09-26T13:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T13:34:10.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm currently into Native American's accessories.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to the mystical dream catcher, it saved my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Dream_Catcher__Green_and_yello_by_B.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Dream_Catcher__Green_and_yello_by_B.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5-12.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/5-12.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3-16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/3-16.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found a Native American shop when i was walking around Heeren. I fell in love with the colourful beads and feathers. Gorgeous! One where Pocahontas would shop at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-8750040265655268674?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/8750040265655268674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=8750040265655268674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8750040265655268674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8750040265655268674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-currently-into-native-americans.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2819798882925806642</id><published>2008-09-25T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:00:52.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god, i SOOO can't believe you just said that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-30.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-30.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not much difference from the Philippines. The smell of drain. Crowded market. beggars. the hot scorching sun. Dead malls. Glorious foods. Traffic jams. Cheap cigarettes. Dirt and Dust. Bubble gums. Tiny cabs. Pirated Cd's. Busy terminals and the list goes on. What else could it be. It's our neighbouring country, Malaysia truly Asia of course. We were big time smugglers i tell you. It definitely was nerve wrecking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any-oh-how, i redyed my hair so that means no more miss. purple. Thinking of getting an ashy green coloured hair someday. But not anytime soon. Dad will be flying back to the Philippines again. This time, i feel that i might miss him. Wow. I'm. Speech. less. For the first time in a very long time. I'm going to miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my fantasy life, I dreamnt that Sofie shot herself and soon after pointed the gun and shot me too. Something something happened.....We hopped in a lambo, OMG A FREAKING RED LAMBORGHINI! (to get away from something or someone), but Sofie and i was injured in the right arm and unfortunately Sof was loosing her focus so i had to stir the wheel instead. I could still feel the bullet in my arm as i was stirring the wheels and the super fast speed i was going in that sexy red car and how it felt SO real. Everything felt so real. It was amazing! It was almost as if i was starring in the death race movie except that we were not in prison and both my co-driver and i are females. ha. ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2819798882925806642?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2819798882925806642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2819798882925806642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2819798882925806642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2819798882925806642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-god-i-sooo-cant-believe-you-just.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7793676865902845457</id><published>2008-09-25T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:50:14.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Half a dozen oyster for starters. And for my main course,&lt;br /&gt;the liver with baby onions and savoy cabbage-and lion bar and a peperami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-29.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-29.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank god black beauty is still working. OLA! my perfect eyesight has gotten from bad to worst. This means i'm officially a four eyed human being. I just can't see myself walking around the street wearing glasses. Firstly i would i think I'll look like a dork and secondly it just gets in the way. What happens if i wanted to wear sunglasses (without shades i can't barely see during the day due to the sun's glare being too bright that I'll end up tearing which looks like as if I've been crying) then i would have to take my glasses off and not be able to see peoples faces. I wouldn't wear contacts cus it dries up my eyes and it'll start being red and itchy then I'll start scratching. It's too much of a kerfuffle! I am a really fussy person. So what do i do then. Nothing. So that's basically it. I whine and complain and go on and on about it and that's it. Silly isn't it. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~My overly obsessed Tv series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on to season 2 of Little Britain and I've already finished watching the entire thing. Let me see, i think i would roughly estimate it to about 4 times that I've popped it into the DVD player and watch it while inhaling puffs of cigarettes which i find awfully pleasant. I'm hoping of getting the next season soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Time with the Bro's before Hoe's. (Justice, Theron, Jerm and i)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonwhile, It's Justice's 22ND Birthday yesterday, 24Th October and we had a little quiet time at portsdown with Theron. Jeremy couldn't be there cus he was already at the park riding. They loved it at portsdown. Very peaceful, calming, breezy place to chill out i reckon except that it was too dark and we had to walk on grasses to head back to reality. It's almost like we were in a different country actually. We played on the swings and munched on salted peanuts while listening to trance, wanted to climb up the water tower but the ladder was too flimsy and besides it was too dark for us too see anything. I wouldn't mind climbing up the ladder during the day, it's like one of those episodes from That 70's show where Micheal (Ashton Kutcher) drew a pot leaf on the tank which eventually looked like a middle finger and only realised that it did look like a middle finger when he fell off the tower. haha. Than we headed to the country club downhill. It was amazing. It almost looked like a resort. Of all things i fell in love with the lamp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Time with bullocks and his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of that, i was supposed to go to some Airasia interview at the Holiday Inn but decided not to cus firstly it's a Malaysian Airline and secondly I wasn't prepared. I woke up at 1pm supposedly had to be there at 2pm but i was too lazy, i had my purple hair, i was hungry and plus bullocks and his mom wanted to have a haircut. So i ended up following them to Supercuts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which also led to shopping for his new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hari Raya clothes at Queens couture. Funny how they don't shop for their traditional Malay wear also known as Baju Kurung. His mom spend all in all total of 600 bucks. She almost got one top for herself but unfortunately they didn't have her size. It fitted her nicely but she wanted a size bigger then it'll be perfect. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;~Bff Sofie and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bff Sof and i spend another day at Geylang shopping for her Hari Raya clothes with her parents. It was hilarious cus she had the most UN-matching top and skirt. red and brown. Now how about that! she'll look like a pillock i reckon. She couldn't care too hoods about it anyway. Her dad was kind enough to give me a lift back home. I do find his Matt black Subaru dashing. I guess I've said what I've said. I hear me pillows screaming my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7793676865902845457?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7793676865902845457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7793676865902845457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7793676865902845457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7793676865902845457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-god-black-beauty-is-still-working.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2023968741872666659</id><published>2008-09-22T12:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:29:53.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't know which class you are.&lt;br /&gt;Simply pull back your foreskin, where you'll find the word&lt;br /&gt;"lower", "middle" and "upper".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; tutu! I'm here once again. After a week with my dad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; finally back home with my nan (who mostly spent her time alone in an empty apartment). The week has certainly been a handful. There's the ridiculous hours spent at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;skate park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (found out a few gossips here and there which was awfully stupid, they do make hell lot of a seen there, oh hail the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BATAM&lt;/span&gt; BOY). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Than there was another round of endless drinking session yet again. This time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jerm's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; crib at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clementi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was available. We dried up the whole bottle of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; then it was the one and a half bottle of high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;commissioner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (which i personally thought it smelled awful), 4 cans of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;red bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, two bottles of coke, 2 huge bag of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Calbee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; crisps, lots of ice and Poker cards to get the death circle game going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Theron and Jeremy the cunt ended up gurgling down the huge cup field with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 4 mugs of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;liqueur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and ended up whacked as hell which also lead them to a nasty terrible drama. Drama Drama, drama as Sofie like to call it. But i rather prefer the word lesson. It's a better word to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i see the world as a huge arse classroom except that it's more open for outdoor activities such as this and we all end up learning from each others mistakes. Wonderful isn't it. Forgive and forget? Do you guys like that at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mean wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, It's a lousy Monday morning and i could already feel the blues. I feel it in my finger, i feel it in my toes oh i quite would like to smack Monday right now and just let Mrs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; disappear.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But rather than doing that, i did try different methods like how i love spending my boring time listening to the entire of Mum's album and it'll totally change my entire mood so i did just that and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;viola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; if you're here, you can see a fresh wide grin on me face now. Pretty dope i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other foot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sofie and i were suppose to paint a castle on the wall of her room. But it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didn't happen. We ended up gossiping about this and that, smoking and watching&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; video's on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you tube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I really really like your neon lights by your noticeboard babe! I wanna get some of those and soon we'll be both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trippin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;' balls! Bah! About your castle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; there's no backing up the next time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i really wanna do it and it'll be the prettiest castle ever. period!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; this room is full of rats and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; currently eaten alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2023968741872666659?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2023968741872666659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2023968741872666659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2023968741872666659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2023968741872666659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-dont-know-which-class-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2277013241523637587</id><published>2008-09-14T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:30:01.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not a lie, if you believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ola! It's almost 12 midnight. I most likely already spend exactly 2 hours on the telly watching Miami Ink followed by LA ink and i'm gonna spend another hour watching London Ink. I'll probably hit the sack at 1am and hopefully have an awesome trip. Tomorrow would be another new day, a new beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the other hand, cherades are fun. The guys and i were playing it and didn't realise 2 hours had passed. We than got free food at 7 eleven from their friend named "cartoon" who was working there (he did totally looked like a cartoon, the way he acted and talked). anyhooo, endless jokes and ohh not forgetting all the shouting gave me soar throats. We gonna celebrate soon. After all the stress and problems yeah!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up at around 5pm today. Goodness me, i do sleep like a baby sometimes. Dad woke me up (it was like my biggest nightmare cus i wanted to sleep in more) and soo he told me to go to Malaysia with him. I wasn't up for it. Although i did badly wanted to go but just didn't have the time to or more of didn't know who to go there with, but today was such a bad day or more of wrong timing cus i was more focused on getting more sleep just trying to smack me pillow on my face (i was really sleepy i could have slept till the next morning, but nan wouldn't like it). Ahh what the hack. Dad will be staying here for quite some time. So probably I'll say hello to malaysia soon.&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shucks! London ink is on and i've missed the first 15 minutes of it already. Gtg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We shall all &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SMACK TOM YUM&lt;/span&gt; in your shoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2277013241523637587?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2277013241523637587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2277013241523637587' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2277013241523637587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2277013241523637587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-not-lie-if-you-believe-ola-its.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5073440461736831181</id><published>2008-09-14T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:08:37.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shh! I gotta focus. I'm shifting into soup mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-27.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Can someone please tell me what is the deal with B.O.? Everything in nature has a function, a purpose, except B.O. It doesn’t make any sense. Do something good—hard work, exercise—smell very bad. That is the way the human being is designed. You move, you stink. Why don’t our bodies help us? Why can’t sweat smell good? Be a different world, wouldn’t it? Instead of putting your laundry in the hamper, you’d put it in a vase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Go down to the supermarket, pick up some odorant and perspirant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You’d have a dirty sweat sock hanging from the rearview mirror &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of your car. And then on a really special night, maybe a little underwear coming out of your breast pocket, just to show them that you do care about how much-nicely smelled-you smell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;x♥x♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5073440461736831181?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5073440461736831181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5073440461736831181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5073440461736831181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5073440461736831181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/shh-i-gotta-focus.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-8194064764747081484</id><published>2008-09-13T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:49:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories are the best souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One can not truly experience&lt;br /&gt;                        the beauty of love&lt;br /&gt;                        without enduring the pain that comes with it&lt;br /&gt;                        once it is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know that you love someone&lt;br /&gt;                        when you want him/her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;                        Even if that means you're not a part of their happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-8194064764747081484?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/8194064764747081484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=8194064764747081484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8194064764747081484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8194064764747081484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/memories-are-best-souvenirs-one-can-not.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1739268819386344096</id><published>2008-09-13T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:42:31.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Men kick friendship around like a football and it doesn't crack.&lt;br /&gt;Woman treat it like glass and it falls to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sparrow_by_pseudosfumato.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Sparrow_by_pseudosfumato.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have taken us in so many different directions since we first became friends, and yet our friendship has remained a lasting bond that keeps us from drifting too far apart. We've been there for each other in good times and bad, with support and sympathy, laughter and love. As I think about our friendship, I realize it is one of the things I cherish most about in life, and today, I just wanted to be sure you all knew it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x&amp;hearts;x&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-1739268819386344096?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1739268819386344096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1739268819386344096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1739268819386344096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1739268819386344096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/men-kick-friendship-around-like.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5521708151091649235</id><published>2008-09-11T13:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:13:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are the body rockers and tonight we gonna rock your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGf7T5L4_HI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGf7T5L4_HI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We all thought the dance move was stupidly cute that we even end up doing it everytime the song's on. It was darn hilarious and addictive!  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hell, It's gonna stay with us for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BTW, i was out with dad, nan, Aunt Jessee and Uncle Micheal (they will be here visiting us for 2 months from LA and you can't believe how I've always liked uncle Micheal's company cus he's much of a joker who always made me chuckle) for lunch today. And over the dining table i was talking about LA ink and tattoos to my dad and he particularly said he preferred Miami ink. Now isn't that cool. And here's what i just recently realise too, his tattoo of the eagle standing on top of the world/globe has an anchor on it. And I've always wanted an anchor. Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5521708151091649235?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5521708151091649235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5521708151091649235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5521708151091649235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5521708151091649235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-sooo-diggin-this-song-we-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5299754976041569467</id><published>2008-09-10T12:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:15:20.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What lollipop flavour would you like to taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-28.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-28.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ola again. I'm back for another quiet time at home with my black beauty. Let's see, I've been hanging alot with the BBH guys (bro's before hoe's). Practically been bumming around. Midnight snacks and slumber parties, gossips and plans (they do give good advises and are great listeners). Than they did their guy thang fixing bikes and shits the next afternoon (justice got his new bike which was pretty sweeeet). Caught up with them at skate park after that while they did their tricks and what knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna keep this short, basically, bullocks is working now. It's apparently his holidays and he decided to earn some "kaching" on his spare time (on top of his allowance). He told me he was tired and all although it's his 3rd day (only) haha i still feel sorry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway news flash, not all are happy times when I'm with that guy. Bullocks had made a few mistakes and i too was being such a provoker, things went out of hand. I'm just writing this down to help us remember what just happened and hopefully things will go on the steady path again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually do this. Typing down what i feel or the "insight" of my relationship. But i guess sometimes it's good to show people the truth that not all relationships turns out perfect (like those crappy fairy tales that's all bullshits you can fuck that!) and that every single human being makes mistakes. It's bound to happen we turn nasty, we get jealous, get paranoid, jump to conclusion, being over protective, we tend to control what they do, eat, who they hang out with, where to go, what to buy, ask alot of questions like when, where, how, what, why, why and more whys. And so what do you do to make things work (in my opinion), pick yourself up and change for the better. leave the ugly past behind. Wash it in the washing machine if you want and start with a fresh with clean sheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, understanding, co-operation and trust is all i need. It's that simple. Nothing else. The rest is up to you to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5299754976041569467?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5299754976041569467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5299754976041569467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5299754976041569467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5299754976041569467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-lollipop-flavour-would-you-like-to.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5659176704611475549</id><published>2008-09-07T19:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:16:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plastic surgery for pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-27.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-27.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;On my block, a lot of people walk their dogs and I always see them walking along with their little poop bags. This, to me, is the lowest activity in human life. Following a dog with a little pooper scooper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Waiting for him to go so you can walk down the street with it in your bag. If aliens are watching this through telescopes, they’re going to think the dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them is making a poop, the other one’s carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5659176704611475549?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5659176704611475549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5659176704611475549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5659176704611475549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5659176704611475549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-my-block-lot-of-people-walk-their.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-8396710661525093799</id><published>2008-09-06T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:38:12.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will ice cream save the environment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-26.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-26.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ola. Its a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon. What can be more relaxing than bumming at home, cooped up in your tiny room filled with hanging pony's, a light house, a few stars, an Absolut Raspberri vodka, pretty ribbons on your talking box and your very own personal Compaq book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling rather Topsy turvey. My head landing on the other side of the bed. My legs hanging outside my window. My hands waving frantically high in the air. Than I felt something gagged me for a bit and before i knew it, i was spitting blood out from my mouth and into the sink. Not a very good way to start a morning but hey I'm feeling much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my throat being an absolute pain in my rectum, I'm chewing gobs of Juicy fruit, which I'm getting addicted too (should add this to my addiction list) not very healthy, especially in this condition i'm having. But i was thinking of getting my tonsils removed too (i have endless throat problems). Yet another not so good idea nan used to say, cus she kept telling me that tonsils helps get rid of the viruses entering your body or some sort. In short, tonsils=curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, daddy will be back visiting Singapore again.  I hope I'll be able to get up at 9am to fetch him from the airport on a lovely Tuesday (hoping that it'll be lovely since he's back). Goodness 9am is like 5am to me. Way way early. Anyhoo, I'm not sure how long he'll be staying here  but it's good to have him back. I seriously think he's cute in his own silly ways, a simpleton really. Just this morning a dreamt of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it went like this, he bought i packet of cigarette and we were in this park. Like a robot park. Than he left his unopened ciggies on one of the railings and walked away. By the time he remembered he misplaced his ciggs and went back to look for it, some ugly guy was already standing at the spot where we were. Dad decided to forget about it, but i on the other hand wanted to get it back. Not long, i saw the man holding on to the box as if it was like some toy and i immediately snatched it away from him speaking in Malay cus i assumed that that ugly man was from Indonesia. And there you go. The rest of my dream went from crappy to weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nearly 6pm. I wonder what I'll be doing for the rest of the evening. In the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the play list that has been shuffling in my head for the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet=We the kings.&lt;br /&gt;Hometown Glory= Adele&lt;br /&gt;Le disko= Shiny toy guns&lt;br /&gt;Time to pretend= MGMT&lt;br /&gt;Dance Wiv Me= Dizzee Rascal feat. Calvin Harris&lt;br /&gt;'Sweet About Me'= Gabriella Cilmi&lt;br /&gt;I Like You So Much Better When Youre Naked= Ida Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i shall celebrate my lady hood. It's about time. It took for.ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight and god bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-8396710661525093799?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/8396710661525093799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=8396710661525093799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8396710661525093799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8396710661525093799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-ice-cream-save-environment-ola.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3697070335172128398</id><published>2008-09-05T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:49:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo douche bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-25.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-25.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-25.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had an amazing one on one time with Mr bullocks. Caught some movies (Bad Habit and Forgetting Sarah Marshall). Went bowling (he beat me to it. I sucked.) Than afterwards, met up with the bro's before hoe's club haha (that's what they like to call themselves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely had a blast. The glow sticks were pretty awesome. I should have taken pictures of the over flowed ash tray though and not forgetting the toilet bowl that was filled with pee. Although Jerm's place had 4 toilets all in all we were too lazy to go to the others cus that toilet was the nearest. The bowl was over flowing with tissues and the worst thing was Jerm's broke the plumber. Every time we tried flushing it, the water will start rising till the brim almost causing the disgusting water to flow out. Thank god it didn't anyway. So we left it like that till the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, alot of other stuffs happened too. Like the night walk to the pool. Throwing of tissue papers at each other messing the whole room after the snow man prank. Btw the room temperature was 17 degrees i was freezing the whole night and managed to wear this really huge thick coat (i almost looked like i was going ice fishing). Oh, we all took turns chilling at the bathtub too. They said that it keeps them warm and safe hahah. Bunch of cunts. Alrighty then, shall not go on anymore. Hoping for more of this to come. Best of luck for Jerm's who's flying to New Zealand In November (or was it this month?). Back to his ol' country. Be good to your dad douche bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, this afternoon was rather splendid. Bullocks and i stayed home and lazed the whole afternoon away watching My wife is a gangster (which he finds so hilarious) and The heartbreak Kid. Well that's it for now. Happy fasting everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3697070335172128398?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3697070335172128398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3697070335172128398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3697070335172128398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3697070335172128398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-douche-bag-had-amazing-one-on-one.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7277282109903966187</id><published>2008-08-31T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:19:51.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well ladies and gentleman, this is your evening anchor, deleon, reporting on another frighteningly fucked-up crack of night in Marsiling, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-24.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-24.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-24.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-24.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ola! I'm down to my last sip of Grapeade juice (Snapple) and listening to this awful hip hop rapping shit on the radio that goes bumelly bumelly bumbumbum blah blah and followed by hard banging of drums and still the background goes bumelly bumelly. pftt. and so once again I'm trying to find my last 2 episodes of skins but the loading is taking forever. Basically, Chris had a painful death and it's sad that he is no longer in Skins (cus i personally thought he was always the carefree type) and on the other hand, Cassie is starting to act strange again, not a cute-strange kind of way like before (that's when i totally liked her) but weird-strange (that's when i just think she's seriously strange).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. on the other hand, I'm more than half way done reading The Bitches Posse. Basically, it emphasises on friendship which also relates to parents on crack, getting drunk, sex, getting hooked on Xanas, abusive boyfriends, self mutilation and thus basically a novel of secrets, courage, sacrifice and hopes against the odds. I like to see things that is related to reality. Not like those fictional type of books that makes you imagine alot. To imagine the unimaginable that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flue bug hit me once again. I am that sick. Thanks to the never ending rain, it kind of enables viruses to travel faster and attacks easier (they prefers to prey on the weak i suppose). So, I've been a stay-home-granddaughter to my nan and had been basically doing nothing (excpet that i tried playing dota and managed to always reach the 5th or 6th level and end up quitting...which also means i suck and that i should forget about the whole game) but i suppose that's what she's always wanted (which is to stay home and to keep her company). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny about how i talked about death to nan last night over dinner with ken and she asked me if i was afraid to die. I looked at her and gave her a straight no and then looked back down at my plate. As soon as i did that, i wondered why i said no and realised that it's not for me to decide if i ever leave this world. If its meant to be, than it shall be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isn't it how I'm talking about death. Haha. Alright, to brighten things up, we all have things to look forward to and i got one. IT'S FINALLY THE LAST DAY OF THE HUNGRY GHOST FESTIVAL. No more shivers down my spine. No more hair standing moments,no more news of people getting possessed written all over the newspaper. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. A. RELIEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, i have another thing to look forward to. My aunt and my cousin/cousins (might be Kristen instead of the guys or might be all 3 of them all the better) are thinking of coming over in December. I do hope they will be spending Christmas and the countdown with us again just like before (cus year 2006 countdown with them wasn't that amazing) So i wanna make it up to them(: If you ask me, it's definitely going to be lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7277282109903966187?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7277282109903966187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7277282109903966187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7277282109903966187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7277282109903966187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-ladies-and-gentleman-this-is-your.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5596107866038611562</id><published>2008-08-29T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:58:05.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current addiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MGMT: Time to pretend&lt;br /&gt;-skins&lt;br /&gt;-guitar heroes&lt;br /&gt;-the bitch posse&lt;br /&gt;-cereals&lt;br /&gt;-the serious world with don and drew&lt;br /&gt;-hoodie&lt;br /&gt;-salad fingers&lt;br /&gt;-NERD: Everyone nose&lt;br /&gt;-ice mints&lt;br /&gt;-scrubs&lt;br /&gt;-friday night light&lt;br /&gt;-and your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5596107866038611562?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5596107866038611562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5596107866038611562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5596107866038611562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5596107866038611562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/current-addiction-mgmt-time-to-pretend.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-9186278560238922412</id><published>2008-08-28T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:08:43.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wanker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on season 2 episode 6 of skins but darn it! there's some problem with the loading. Moonways, i loved their secret party. SO WE'RE DIGGERS AND TONIGHT WE GONNA HAVE A DIGGER&lt;/span&gt; PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PlYbI9fwsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PlYbI9fwsQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-9186278560238922412?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/9186278560238922412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=9186278560238922412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/9186278560238922412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/9186278560238922412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/wanker-im-on-season-2-episode-6-of.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5499253284035156352</id><published>2008-08-27T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:36:36.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing life's purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ggg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/ggg.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=g-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/g-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gggg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/gggg.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=g-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/g-6.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world alway makes sure that you cannot fool yourself for long about who you really think you are by showing you what truly matters to you. How you react to people and situations, especially when challenges arise, is the best indicator of how deeply you know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else matters than the people who truly loves you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5499253284035156352?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5499253284035156352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5499253284035156352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5499253284035156352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5499253284035156352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/knowing-lifes-purpose.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4296736718270599129</id><published>2008-08-24T16:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:00:39.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She says she loves joy rides. well i do to.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to feel a little more joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/5-11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to say i managed to spend quite a descent weekend.  I know there were a little drama here and there and i was bugging him alot. Yadayada. Not really kind of the "days of our lives" drama but more of "skins" kind of drama. Right. So visited Ken's apt. watched season 1 episode 5 and 6 of Skins online. Took the train to meet Sofie and friends. Watched the lovely fireworks. It was really pretty. We had a-not-so-bad view. Somewhere in marina. Lasted for 30min i guess but the waiting took forever. haha. I had a cup of peanut. One and a half cup of sweet corn and that was it. That's dinner for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after all the banging and popping, i had this massive headache attack. really-really bad. It was as if i could feel this tiny people lighting up fire cracker and blasting it in my head and like other tiny little creatures would be out there watching it from my ears to get a better view of course. I swear it was that bad till i thought i was gonna throw up any second. But fortunately i controlled myself and cabbed down to meet lovely Ken again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the adults once again (his parents). Drove to thumper at goodwood park or something something i can't remember the place  but it doesn't matter cus Ken wasn't allowed to drink. No drink driving is allowed when it's his turn to drive. But hell yeah, i grabbed whatever drink i could grab. *wink*. The live band was amusing too. Ernie and her sister joined the fun awhile later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3-15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/3-15.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/4-11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/7-6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-23.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/6-11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-23.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-23.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We drove his parents back home and drop by china one a little while after. Met Ernie there and decided to take a few shots of ourselves cus there was pretty much nothing to do except to basically drink smoke and enjoy the horrible mixing of music. It was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At exactly 4am i arrived home and laid flat on my bed like a stinking flob after a long ride back home. But unfortunately, this is where "days of our lives" comes in. I was there already knocked out on my bed feeling blurri-ish i woke up at 11am and found two messages on my cell. At 6am in the morning Ken's mom texted me asking where i was. And the second message was from Ken who texted me at 8am quote and quote saying I am in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got worried sick and thought what could have possibly happen. This time i forced my imaginary side to shut itself up in the tiny box where its supposed to be. It's difficult having to tame the untame-able. I than tried calling Ken a few times but no answer. So i texted his mom and got a call from her 5min later. She explained that he got himself into an accident. Some guy cut his lane or something and hit his car which led to his head banging against the door. which also led to loosing control of the car. Told you that car stinks! He blamed it on the steering wheel. For goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god everything seems to be fine now. he was dis-charged from the hospital at 4pm today and that silly wanker told me the nurses or doc or someone poked his ass to check for nerves or some sort like that. Right, so your ass ain't virgin anymore Mr wanker. Now you better take those muscle relaxation pills diligently and that's an order! I'm still going to that trip to Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I've made a decision that it is very important to get that book for your mom. And it should be first thing in my list. I guess telling her whats right and wrong isn't gonna work. So the book should do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh what the hack. Every thing's fine now so if you all do respect, just let me enjoy the sounds of the raindrops and feel the cold air flowing in from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i bid you, good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4296736718270599129?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4296736718270599129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4296736718270599129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4296736718270599129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4296736718270599129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-says-she-loves-joy-rides.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7430565331643293655</id><published>2008-08-23T11:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:39:38.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saturday is speech day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zzz-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/zzz-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly i would like to congratulate Ken's dad for passing his driving licence(:. Go Jummat! They rented a car again and are planning to buy one soon. Congrats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/z-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/jj.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Secondly I would like to congratulate my eye for being the first eye that has given me lumps after bumps after humps almost twice every month. Go eyes! We're hoping for more of this in the following month. Oh my, it hurts like nothing on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thirdly i would like to congratulate myself, again, for being the most simple minded being that has to be awarded a farm, a few chickens, living an outback life, killing deers and raring pigs. Go glen! I bet Ethiopia would be a nice place to live in.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly i would like to say thanks for the lovely, lovely cold weather. Cus it almost feels like Christmas is about to start tomorrow. Brrr. Better start hanging your magical socks on your magical fireplace eating magical cookies with magical milk in your magical pyjamas, magical kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a pleasant Saturday everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7430565331643293655?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7430565331643293655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7430565331643293655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7430565331643293655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7430565331643293655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-is-speech-day.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2327301074010741661</id><published>2008-08-20T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:48:42.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi can i oder a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hershey's chocolate milkshake with caramel whip cream and a cherry topping please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pony2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/pony2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm playing mini clips online because my MSN isn't working. Pls shoot me. I just communicated with a teacher. All i had for dinner was sausage prata and bits and pieces of sushi and cheese. I'm left with 2 sticks of cigarette. Friendster really sucks. On top of that, my laptop is dying soon. It's growing old. I'll have to bury it. I might cry my eyes out once it dies on me. I'm just looking for the right coffin online. Do you think they might sell it on Ebay? Everything's falling apart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bye bye black beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon i will not be here anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone care to donate to the less fortunate. $220 should be enough to repair my stinking phone or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;would anyone rather help me paint my shoe blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan tmr- going back to unity.&lt;br /&gt;plan for Fri- celebrating Ken's after exam celebration and probably burn the school down hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;plan for Sat- nil.&lt;br /&gt;plan for Sunday- church.&lt;br /&gt;plan for Mon- Johor johor johor. I'm dying to get a new shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothings fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Although there is one thing. Whenever i hear dragon force or monster, my hands start to itch for guitar heroes. loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2327301074010741661?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2327301074010741661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2327301074010741661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2327301074010741661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2327301074010741661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi-can-i-oder-hersheys-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-1272949259449555169</id><published>2008-08-19T20:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:57:44.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes doctors like to play God and watch lesser people scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=qq-3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/qq-3-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll soon see my world crumbling down like shepherds pie being stepped on the floor after..... .wait. I should stop. It'll soon begin at exactly 14:15pm for exactly 0 hr 20 min on 200808 with my weapon number 3227. Ready. Set. Attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-1272949259449555169?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/1272949259449555169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=1272949259449555169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1272949259449555169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/1272949259449555169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-doctors-like-to-play-god-and.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-136897694949891563</id><published>2008-08-19T14:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:52:45.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fuckity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuckity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fuckity&lt;/span&gt; fug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats another cold rainy day. This time i finally had a reason to bring my grey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; out (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; not worn for ages and thought probably moulds and maggots would be growing out from it by now). Right, so good thing we're in the topic of jackets. I just so have to say this quickly. It bugs the hell outta me whenever i see strangers wearing such thick jackets not mattering whether it rained or shine. Why in the world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shinanigans&lt;/span&gt; would you wanna do that. People around you are perspiring. You for goodness sake are perspiring. ?????. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times up. I can slowly see myself vanishing from the atmosphere. There's nothing much for me to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; another random note. I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I could so go for like a huge cookie right now, with like, a lamb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kabab&lt;/span&gt; simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. As far as boyfriends go. Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haris&lt;/span&gt; is totally boss. He is the cheese to my macaroni.&lt;/span&gt; Mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-136897694949891563?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/136897694949891563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=136897694949891563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/136897694949891563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/136897694949891563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuckity-fuckity-fuckity-fug.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2137556854655691948</id><published>2008-08-18T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:33:48.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can split an atom with a molecule.&lt;br /&gt;with a molecule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=q-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/q-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Empty house.quiet environment. laptop.cigarettes after cigarettes.Coke in my snoopy cup.rain outside my window.breeze causing my curtains to fly. Vanilla inscent in my room. Radio with lips. painted my nails red. nan came back home. raindrops on my head. causeway point. Unagilinguini and garlic bread. sick boy with gay shirt. empty arcade. 3D theatre ride. ciggy's again. Bus ride home. Wet wet Monday. ciggys again. Lift. Door. Home sweet home. Nan and i chatted. Showed her the pics aunt Mel send me. I'm on youtube. Received an annoying text from a Chinese guy. Very persistent. Very thick skinned. I hope he wouldn't reply back. I tried my best and that's it. Grow up Chinese boy. Its almost midnight. Everyone's asleep. Back to insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. welcome back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2137556854655691948?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2137556854655691948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2137556854655691948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2137556854655691948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2137556854655691948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-split-atom-with-molecule.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6086909031868473708</id><published>2008-08-18T05:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T05:38:15.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were born to make some noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good morning early birds.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are rred from lack of sleep. Im hungry and freakin' bored. had a nice long chat at 5am with dearest sofie. Finally had something to do. I miss that bitch haha. Oh and i randomly just created friendster. I might delete it soon anyway. the only living thing thats awake at home is my annoying brother who has been coming in and out of the house with his girly gf. It feels different without nan at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so so im smoking my night away and the radio's gonna put me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avsjkdgbighkvlnIWEjhnfdipxhvn&lt;br /&gt;insomnia sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6086909031868473708?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6086909031868473708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6086909031868473708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6086909031868473708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6086909031868473708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-were-born-to-make-some-noise.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7495626927703263267</id><published>2008-08-17T23:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:03:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The feeling of rust. Against my salad finger.&lt;br /&gt;Is almost Orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rainy Sunday+ slippers=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad trip to zouk flea market.&lt;br /&gt;(i didn't get to see much cus it was pretty packed. tight. plus i didn't had the mood to shop.)&lt;br /&gt;I planned to visit my nan at my aunt's place but i changed my mind when i got off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;(cus i had a sudden change of plan)&lt;br /&gt;Indulged myself with two "fat boosting" donuts at cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;(i thought they sold the creamiest donuts. Ever. like for real. I wouldn't buy it anywhere else.)&lt;br /&gt;Than had the most crappiest moment of my life with the three blind mice's and the two cats somewhere around skatepark. (they were stoned.as hell.)&lt;br /&gt;I almost teared listening to Selena's Dreaming of you in the train.&lt;br /&gt;(hahah im such a loser. tell me about it.)&lt;br /&gt;First time having the courage to get back home ALONE. Ever since the beginning of the month.&lt;br /&gt;(thought it was pretty much an achievement. Well its a start. For some of you who knows it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there i was walking around with slipper. Such a wrong idea. Cus i hate hate hate it when i have to walk on wet grasses or sandy roads than dirty water instantly gets to my feet. It makes walking difficult too cus its wet (right.) and it gives me terrible blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. The moment i got home. And this happened.&lt;br /&gt;2250pm- grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;2255pm- tried logging in to msn.&lt;br /&gt;2300pm- still trying to log in.&lt;br /&gt;2310pm- nortons anti virus scanning my system.&lt;br /&gt;2315pm- found out my anti virus scanner has expired.&lt;br /&gt;2320pm- sulking.&lt;br /&gt;2325pm- still no msn.&lt;br /&gt;2328pm- sulking.&lt;br /&gt;2330pm- She gave up.&lt;br /&gt;2340pm- She decided to watch salad finger on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3iOROuTuMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M3iOROuTuMA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see. Than i must leave. But first. i'd like to caress this rusty kettle. owhhhhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7495626927703263267?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7495626927703263267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7495626927703263267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7495626927703263267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7495626927703263267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-of-rust.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5585466115894270912</id><published>2008-08-17T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:38:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lady speed stick. It'll stick with you always.&lt;br /&gt;Grab one now at your nearest convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dream.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/dream.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a very long time. I finally get the chance to hang out with the three blind mice's. Jasmine hung out with us too. So villa delle rose it was. I had dinner at Tapas tree at Clark quay and lemme tell you, their chicken breast creamed sauce dish was delicious! The bad news was that it made me run for the toilet twice to *eherm* BUT the good news was that it was worth it. 20 bucks isn't cheap for a single person who's going to end up eating crappy food aight and those were definitely not crappy. You guys have to try eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugways, little sick boy and i had a sleep over party at my place last night. Minus-ing off the party of course cus both of us were shacked as hell. Woke up. My nan left to visit her sister. I woke up feeling rather cold and felt a hand grabbing my arm. Right, it was sicky boy. Made him a hot cup of green tea cus apparently he said i made the best green tea ever.(okay no i made that up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He than left for home and i started cleaning the house. I sometimes get annoyed to messy rooms or kitchen or living rooms. Vacuumed a little here and there and that was it. Not much cleaning isn't it. Oh well, plan for this lovely Sunday afternoon would be visiting zouk's flea market. Probably get myself a few stuffs. Did i mention i got myself a dream catcher. (: I hung it on my window before i slept last night. And it works!  I had quite a pleasant dream i guess after a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of that, i got an email from my aunt. Its Alex's wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/1-22.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My cousin's at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-22.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/2-22.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With their grandpa. (their dad's daddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/5-10.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is their cousin which is my far away cousin's too. But not blood related. So the one in pink is Alex. She's getting married. That's Ashley in the middle the oldest sister among the three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/4-10.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/7-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashley's in green and that's her new bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/9-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/10-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=8-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/8-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Metzger family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6-10.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/6-10.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh i thought i should add this last one cus i had no idea Bryce could play the drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm done. I need to pee first and than get ready for the long train ride to Queenstown. Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5585466115894270912?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5585466115894270912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5585466115894270912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5585466115894270912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5585466115894270912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/lady-speed-stick.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-132859673477984442</id><published>2008-08-14T23:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:13:41.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna name this the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I stayed at home the whole day browsing at tattoo's entry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm considering some of this tattoos after my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=a-20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/a-20.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dream catchers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only good dreams would be allowed to filter through . . . Bad dreams would stay in the net, disappearing with the light of day&lt;br /&gt;Good dreams pass through the center hole to the sleeping person. The bad dreams are trapped in the web, where they perish in the light of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tbl01.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/tbl01.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maui tribal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But ofcourse i'm not going to use the traditional maui tattooing technique. I bet it'll hurt like nothing on earth.  Maui tattoos has always been something i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Aquarius-Tattoos-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Aquarius-Tattoos-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Aquarius-Tattoos-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Aquarius-Tattoos-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquarius&lt;/span&gt; (either one)&lt;br /&gt;Born on 11th febuary. Therefore aquarius is my horoscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't got the time to check on the horse tattoo i'm getting. Old school style. Oh and right, it's gonna cost me a bomb too. Moonways, i might be considering getting one of the tattoos my dad has and tattoo it on me. Gah. Wait till he hears about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-132859673477984442?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/132859673477984442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=132859673477984442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/132859673477984442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/132859673477984442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-considering-some-of-this-tattoos.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6208454732668059755</id><published>2008-08-14T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:34:49.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Raquel.raquel.raquel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either her fantastic hair colour. or her tat. or her cute dress. or is it just my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11-16.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/11-16.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5-9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/5-9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6208454732668059755?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6208454732668059755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6208454732668059755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6208454732668059755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6208454732668059755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/raquel.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5164436963637059166</id><published>2008-08-14T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:10:55.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I like to rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not the wrap wrapper kind on candy's but a rapper type YOYO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righttttt. So plan failed again for like the 456273819TH time. Time and time again we plan to do something and poof all the brain storming goes to waste. I guess i should be grateful that there was a slight plan till we boarded the last train and it did work. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i had a few errands to run for my nan. Settle this and that. Ran here and there. Oh yeah that boy was with me. Yeah for like the 3rd consecutive time that he has been late. But at least he didn't gave me the same old lame excuse that the bus broke down over and over again. But this time he gave me something about not knowing which bag to use. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrap studying. Scrap the movies (wasn't interested in the movies showing). Scrap getting drunk. Scrap staying up for the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;For once i was THE super sober one taking care of two huge buffalo's at chinaone. Oh and scrap the live band too. pfftttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i go skipping a huge huge part.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank. (like literally blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank. (seriously i don't have any idea what HUGE part i'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blank. blank. blank. (and this gets worst, i've totally got no idea why i'm doing this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right and all i remembered was HOME SWEET HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than that, i was browsing through Juice magazine and found stuffs that caught my eye. I like the prints. Well i'm sucha huge fan of prints. But i don know. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=resized_gqueendweeb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/resized_gqueendweeb.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=resized_girlsafro.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/resized_girlsafro.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=resized_gbling.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/resized_gbling.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake me up when you see me drowning myself with my own saliva. Puh-lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5164436963637059166?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5164436963637059166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5164436963637059166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5164436963637059166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5164436963637059166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-to-rap.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-204360080619128175</id><published>2008-08-12T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:44:11.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it normal to have hair growing on your butt?&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather wax or shave it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=qq-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/qq-2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've started reading again. Gotten myself two books which caught my eyes from bothers. Usually the crappy complicated love story type. Sometimes i get too girly and mushy. But definately not a bookworm. And I know it's such a bad idea to start reading right now,  knowing the fact that i have so much more important things to handle this year like studying for my exams. You should probably start studying too. And i should probably not read so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, will be catching up with Sofie tomorrow and probably gonna head down to china one or something with someone someone later in the evening. Don't wanna miss the live band. And do the same old same old shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright i better be heading off to bed like..... NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait for me old nan to start opening my door and  start screaming for me to switch the laptop off. Rules still has to be followed here alright! Ngah! She's my personal discipline master. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x♥x♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-204360080619128175?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/204360080619128175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=204360080619128175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/204360080619128175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/204360080619128175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-spending-my-time-following-up.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6269597566155414957</id><published>2008-08-10T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:39:36.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unlock my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=collage_for_real_by_freckels.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/collage_for_real_by_freckels.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amazing facts about Saturday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really being very patriotic or anything but Ken and I decided to leave home early (yes, i had to force him to drag his ass out of the house) not to watch the national day parade or listen to the ceremony but just to catch the "fireworks". Kababoooom piak kapuk kapakkerapak keulpiakpiak kelupiakkitput&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pit pit.  That's all we heard. Not much of a firework going on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cus we ended up watching it from a reflection of a building. It was rather refreshing and yet stupid at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waddle waddle our way to Starbucks and slacked there for like the longest time (right, we bumped into ken's ex school mates so we hung around). Than click click i called the cab and vroom vroom the cab arrived and yackity yack goes the driver about the stinking traffic jam at the ECP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we arrived at some pub called One twenty six or something something at east coast and started drinking with Ken's parents and Ernie. Ken's mom really LOVES red wine. WOW!  Than Ernie started lighting up her ciggy followed by Dian (her younger sister) and then Ken and finally ME. Bah. all in front of their parents (Ernie's dad was there too). It was totally a whole new different experience. (i'm sure it won't be the first and definately not the last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides all that lighting of ciggys and everything else, we parted and met up with kolin and his gf and the rest at China One. Hip hop was on. R&amp;amp;B was on. Than the live band was on. A few hand banging here and there. A few hands waving in the air. A few screaming girls behind me. A few crazy big sweaty drunken white people acting all super hyper active. Singing sessions, blood vessels popping everywhere. It was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked down to home club. Cus apparently i don know how the hell Kolin ended up there. A bunch of "drunken" Chinese dudes approached Ken cus someone from their group lost his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;useless phone and assumed Ken took it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drunken guy:&lt;/span&gt; my friend lost his phone and that guy has the same bag as you so we are just checking if you took it. (everyone has the same freaking bag you shithead. It's POTTER what else can you expect!? a thousand other people has it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken:&lt;/span&gt; No i just arrived. So you want to check my bag??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drunken guy: &lt;/span&gt;No no, I'm just checking. (fucking lame)&lt;br /&gt;Than some huge fat guy pulled his drunken friend away from us and apologised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around half an hour later, it was around 6am in the morning we decided to bounce outta the place. So in order to go back we have to walk pass the drunken hooligans. Than i heard one of them shouting "oi you stare at me uh?". The guys (ken and fad) didn't hear it except for me but i just kept walking until we were reaching the the traffic light when they followed us from behind asking us to stop.  Righttttttttt. The whole bunch of them suddenly surrounded us and asked  "eh who stare at my friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than this really skinny ugly looking weirdo looked at Fad and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird dude:&lt;/span&gt; eh you stare at me right? (loser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fad:&lt;/span&gt; what? me? No. I was looking at my friend just now. (confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird dude:&lt;/span&gt; WHERE'S YOUR FRIEND? (with so much anger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fad:&lt;/span&gt; Huh? Went back home already. That one wearing green. (blank look)&lt;br /&gt;Once again the fat guy interrupted us and pulled Ken, Fad and me across the road to the bus stop and told ken that they had a couple of beers that's why they are looking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I was rather speechless yet amused. And always imagine what it would be like if they really started throwing punches. I wouldn't mind joining. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end this amazing facts about Saturday, Ken sent me back home in this really long long bus ride and dropped dead on my bed. Church today was cancelled. Shucks. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audio: Mariah Carey- I'll be lovin' you long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6269597566155414957?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6269597566155414957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6269597566155414957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6269597566155414957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6269597566155414957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/unlock-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7322093954148253337</id><published>2008-08-09T00:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:59:59.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lets all say banana ate my monkeybuttcrack 43 times.&lt;br /&gt;Now GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11-15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/11-15.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I lasted two days at home with the company of prince charming (well that's what i like to think of it). And I'm very much glad accompanying my nan who has been home alone most of the time spending her time indulging to dried seaweeds, reading newspapers and watching her over dramatic Chinese drama on the telly. On the other hand, watched "Arranged" online today. Cool movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Flying cockroaches are fug! Lucky i was on guard fully gripping my odourless sheildtox or something something with both my hands. Not forgetting a pink towel wrapped around my body and head in case of any sudden attack of the human body. I was screaming my head off shouting for my nan (who was mind you, taking a very deep nap in her room) and she of course was the brave one. Than suddenly it flew to my room. Ahhh of all places my room. She went in half an hour later and found it dead on the floor. Thank god. I didn't wanna sleep feeling that there's going to be a pet cockroach somewhere around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tomorrow seems to be the big day uh? All the hooraa here and there celebrating the big event on that huge floating thingy at marina. I have three words DIE DIE DIE.  and another three words&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WEAR RED AND WHITE. Okay five words. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;Might be meeting siti, wall and the rest and i don know who else tomorrow. Great. Lets go on a stampede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we're all still like Adam and eve. eating apples having leaves on our crotches. Walking barefooted. Having huge lands with no buildings. Hey! Girls have crotches too, can't you see it? Its under your throat for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7322093954148253337?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7322093954148253337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7322093954148253337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7322093954148253337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7322093954148253337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-all-say-banana-ate-my-monkeybutt.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4596867057494588886</id><published>2008-08-08T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T00:19:39.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Round one is never enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go for round two shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11-14.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/11-14.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=33-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/33-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/22-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i wanted it purple it came out pink. When i wanted it blue it came out purple. I think i should probably do it green next time then  flowers might start growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=44.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/44.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=55-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/55-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4596867057494588886?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4596867057494588886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4596867057494588886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4596867057494588886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4596867057494588886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/round-one-is-never-enough-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2922376974850891897</id><published>2008-08-06T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:47:29.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause' I'm leaving on a jet plane, i don't know when I'll be back again.&lt;br /&gt;As my aunt always used to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=look_mom_im_flying_by_lakormis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/look_mom_im_flying_by_lakormis.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what can one do. With a free time in her hand. I managed to watch halfway through Bridget Jone's Diary until there happened to be some error attacking my Internet connection system. Sometimes just a simple interruption or disruption of the show can make me loose my concentration and i do not like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note. I need to relax more. Take my minds off wicked things (that's what me nan said). I should take my time to probably just look at my dog snoring on the floor or something (figured that should help). Oh right, i don have a dog. Well than I'm afraid i have to scratch that plan off then. But wouldn't it be lovely just for us to do that? To stare at something looking so quiet and peaceful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's see, maybe i should pack my bag and leave the country. Yes and visit Moscow or the Caribbean and drink pineapple juices and sit under the coconut tree and see old buildings on a scooter with a silly helmet on wearing floral printed blouses with a bright coloured orange skirt for a change. Now i think that shouldn't be such a bad idea isn't it. It could probably happen. For a girl with such wild imaginations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a REAL road trip. I hate having to fantasies about one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2922376974850891897?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2922376974850891897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2922376974850891897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2922376974850891897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2922376974850891897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/cause-im-leaving-on-jet-plane-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6141330764816927292</id><published>2008-08-06T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:48:52.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The trick to life is not to get too attach doing the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/z-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had a decent sleep for the first time in my 'run away life' (though i had trouble sleeping last night cus i was thinking too much, i hate it when i think too much. I always tend to use it more when i  don't really need it kind of  time). Woke up at a decent time i guess. 12pm?? For once, i felt like a normal human being. Plan A backfired. So we went along with plan B. No one seems to be pulling the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonways, English oral would be on the 20th this month. Fug. Than you'll see zombified people dressed in red and white will than be holding their yearly holy ritual at Marina Bay in about 3 days time. So that means City hall will be packed like tomatoes in a can. Like sardines in between two pieces of bread. Like tropical fruits in a pizza. Like fishes in a aquarium. Like clothes in a washing machine. Like me on a single bed (that means i need a bigger bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going no where. As for me I'm going no where to. Wednesday seems like a nice day to rest my filthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; monkey butt at home eating dried seaweeds my nanny had been buying. By the huge packets mind you. I might just turn into a tropical fish some day and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll probably make seaweed my favourite dish underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6141330764816927292?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6141330764816927292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6141330764816927292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6141330764816927292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6141330764816927292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/trick-to-life-is-not-to-get-too-attach.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3102095105147959628</id><published>2008-08-06T00:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T01:10:19.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall we think out of the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMAGINATION_by_krecha.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/IMAGINATION_by_krecha.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CEPHALOPOD_by_krecha.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/CEPHALOPOD_by_krecha.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=I__M_FAT__by_krecha.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/I__M_FAT__by_krecha.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right. Everyone is asleep at home. My window is wide open. It's windy and my curtain has been annoying my face for the last 30 min. I was in the middle of a conversation with Siti when she suddenly told me something creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;last night something freaky happened to me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansy Dancy:          i got my own hell to raise says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are you serious tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was a recording my friends and i made like few months back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we never noticed it at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its on youtube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we were singing "kiss me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there was this loud ghostly voice whispering "sing" in the middle of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansy Dancy:          i got my own hell to raise says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she sent the link to her friends but they couldnt hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she wanted to confirm it was there so she sent to me. and i havent heard it in months so i listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really got sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansy Dancy:          i got my own hell to raise says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epiphany says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this year is a bad year i swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansy Dancy:          i got my own hell to raise says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okok stop stop im listening to norah jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pansy Dancy:          i got my own hell to raise says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its calming soothing and jazzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy. It's going to be a rough August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3102095105147959628?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3102095105147959628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3102095105147959628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3102095105147959628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3102095105147959628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/right.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2738539428909796530</id><published>2008-08-04T10:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:11:06.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do hungry spirits have to roam the earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why can't every spirit be free, happy and starveless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i thought that August will be the month i will be looking forward too due to the upcoming NDP holidays and shits but yet again, i am 'like' having my holidays now. Which is already very bad. Because I'm not supposed too but i am. I know you get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So than i gave further thought about what August might have installed for me but after further research, i came to realise i don't think i might like August after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's the 7th month. And for all the Buddhist believers, it is the month of the hungry ghost. They'll be burning of paper money, Chinese drama (wayang) in the fields, food offerings on the floor and not forgetting spirits all let loose from hell's gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already, thoughts have been running wild. I've been away from home for the past month and had been staying at my dads place at redhill. Even after having stayed there alone since a long time ago i must say this is the first time i started to get scared of staying there alone. I would need company especially after what some of my friends saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, i not only have to deal with the spookiness of the festival but whenever i invited friends over supposedly to accompany me when I'm alone at home, they had to 'spice' things up (i would like to call it). They would either look for creepy videos on you tube and we ended up watching Requiem for a dream (i freaking swear, it may not be scary to you guys but remember that old lady who took too much slimming pills and desperately wants to fit in that red dress? She absolutely freaks me out. NO JOKE! even up till now. It has been like almost a week and her face still haunts me and red dresses creeps me out now too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So besides that, we even searched for this angel of death thing that happened to this soccer player. They kind of assumed he had been tossed by the angel of death after scoring a goal in the middle of a soccer match. That was scary too. (go look it up) Than there was this lady in Arab who made fun of the Koran or something. She went into the toilet and then came out a lion. Now she's being locked in the cage somewhere in Arab and you still can see her super white face, she can even talk and all. Only her body is in the form of a lion. Freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, we even watched watched the Exorcism of Emily Rose and searched through the real Emily Rose on you tube to hear the real tape being recorded by the priest of the 6 devils talking from her body. They blasted the volume and all of us ran into the room. No one dared switch the recorder off cus the laptop was located in my living room. I was scared that i held my two hands tightly to cover my ears. They're such assholes when it comes to this you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were bored again and so we did another silly act. We decided to transform one of us into Joker. It was roughly 4am in the morning. We finished powdering his face, smudged the red lipstick on his lips and applied eyeliner around his eyes. Omg. He looked horrible. We then went down to seven eleven and i was actually scared something might had happen to us knowing that there might be spirits watching us and one of us might get into trouble cus he really looked scarier than joker (he looked like one of the hungry ghost roaming around). Suddenly there was this cat that 'joker' kept playing with. We kept warning him not to play with it but he was so stubborn. I didn't want things to follow him and lead spirits into my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i really might never leave at redhill alone anymore. No sir! NEVER! After all the things we did i would be really thankful if nothing was in my house. I think i should rather start going back to woodlands and start going back home before the sun goes down for the rest of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that (now this is the scary part), finally i saw something with my very on eyes. I was walking back home with Ken at queenstown. Almost reaching his block. When both of us saw something walking in front of us. Now the both of us had seen that thing from a far distance. I on the other hand had been observing it cus i definitely seen that thing walking only wondering if it was walking away from us or something towards us. But as we got nearer, i realised that it was not moving at all (omg my hairs are standing again). The feet was walking but it has been stuck under the tree for a very long time (ahhhh i can't continue writing). Cut short, i freaked out, i didn't want to walk pass it but that thing saw us and stopped walking and started looking at us. I quickly waved a cab and the thing wanted to follow us so i thought act calmly. I grabbed Ken's arm into the cab and directed the uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncle told me he saw the thing acting weirdly too. Ken was dumbfounded. He said he saw that thing before i saw it in front of us already. I was fucking freaking out like hell i swear. Even now. He even added that she was wearing a wooden clogs. arghhhhhhhhh. shut up shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;♥de leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2738539428909796530?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2738539428909796530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2738539428909796530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2738539428909796530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2738539428909796530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-do-hungry-spirits-have-to-roam.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-8843174647546483997</id><published>2008-07-31T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:09:57.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deliver it to me tied in really pretty ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=The_Sky_Above_by_Cranch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/The_Sky_Above_by_Cranch.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's too early to be wanting a present from Santa but this is something that only happens during September to October months and I'm afraid December is really not going to work for me. You feel me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to visit the polar land and see the aurora borealis aka northern lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance with miss Aurora.&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-8843174647546483997?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/8843174647546483997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=8843174647546483997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8843174647546483997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/8843174647546483997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/deliver-it-to-me-tied-in-really-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4112562622989276162</id><published>2008-07-31T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:31:16.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I say you poop into my butt hole and I poop into your butt hole... back and forth... forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In audio: Goldfrapp- Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4112562622989276162?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4112562622989276162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4112562622989276162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4112562622989276162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4112562622989276162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-say-you-poop-into-my-butt-hole-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-3629570977892238425</id><published>2008-07-31T01:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:50:32.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=beach.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/beach.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's funny how sometimes you feel a strange feeling of absolute harmony. It'll be a perfect moment. A soft light, a scent in the air, the quiet murmur of the city. A surge of love, an urge to help mankind overcomes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I' m currently suffering from a mass destruction attack in my body system. Which is also known as fever. That causes me lack of  food,  lack of sleep and NO nicottine. Fortunately Mrs.Fever gave me a sudden urge to re colour my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks  Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-3629570977892238425?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/3629570977892238425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=3629570977892238425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3629570977892238425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/3629570977892238425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-pass-time-of-day-to-forget-how-time.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-6991640392485909007</id><published>2008-07-29T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:29:32.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hi, I'm Glennys, can I have a piece of chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green dragon: And in your little brain. You try to figure out, "Did she fuck someone tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, see green dragon. I assume she fucked someone tonight. Isn’t that how she get people to like her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm just... trying to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-6991640392485909007?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/6991640392485909007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=6991640392485909007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6991640392485909007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/6991640392485909007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-im-glennys-can-i-have-piece-of.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-2727096034563573123</id><published>2008-07-29T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:22:49.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sand is overrated. It's just tiny, little rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Sunshine_by_vicissitude_stock.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/Sunshine_by_vicissitude_stock.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can find yourself a nice antique rocking chair to die in.&lt;br /&gt;Shameless. That's who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Proud. That's who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Two faced. That who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Impulsive. That's who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;hearts;de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-2727096034563573123?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/2727096034563573123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=2727096034563573123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2727096034563573123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/2727096034563573123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/sand-is-overrated.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-7957197318848744446</id><published>2008-07-29T05:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:29:04.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bird.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/bird.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chair.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/chair.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things don't have to be extraordinary to be beautiful, Even the ordinary can be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-7957197318848744446?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/7957197318848744446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=7957197318848744446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7957197318848744446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/7957197318848744446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-5990797162985114955</id><published>2008-07-29T04:05:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T05:55:01.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The awakening of a great morning.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine, i wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sunshine_by_Xavierkaiga.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/sunshine_by_Xavierkaiga.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have now been staring at this huge brightly lighted squarish screen for 3 hours. I'm not stopping till the clock stop hitting those single digit numbers. Till they wake up and see morning glories once they open their eyes. Till that old man next door buys his daily morning breakfast at the near by coffeeshop. Till the green starhub menu with the orchestra's playing at the background stop showing on the flat screen telly. Till i see trains passing by. Till i hear birds chirping. Till i hear monks praying. Till i see old people plucking flowers at the garden. Till i feel my heart beat again. Till i feel loved again. Till i ever love again. My heart.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! I hear him snoring. shhhh. He must be talking to someone in his dream. Happy dreaming baby. Hope you dream of so many things like my green dragon. Talk to my green dragon. He'll love you more. Run along now. Till you find peace. Don't you worry. I'll be joining you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this must be heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-5990797162985114955?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/5990797162985114955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=5990797162985114955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5990797162985114955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/5990797162985114955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/awakening-of-great-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-907743114357097606</id><published>2008-07-29T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T03:14:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cat fights are fun with you.&lt;br /&gt;*middle finger right up your arsehole*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i saw was a chunk of rubbish. You guys really make a great couple. I swear, get back together, make little devil babies and live happily ever after will ya. My dear Nurul or Nunu whatever you call yourself i speak nothing but the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No jokes no lies. Strictly the truth. Not made up stories or neither am i trying so fucking hard to make you look bad. Hah. I only say things I've heard about you. Why can't i judge you anyway? You do look fat. It's sooooo obvious. am i not right? I'm sorry i do not know how to keep my comments to myself but god gave us eyes for what fuck? I don't have to try so hard to make you look bad. Everyone can see it from their own naked eyes what type of a girl you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act all clever with me with your innocently full of cock entry trying to be "matured" in your blog. I do remember the day at monster mash and thought shit! i should have beaten that bitch up even harder. I regretted stopping myself. Cus why, you fucking deserve every little shit you get from me. I'm not trying to be a "GANGSTER" ( as what you've mentioned) but your just the type of girl who doesn't talk things out and has a mind set of your own. It's difficult. Talking to you is definitely useless. You've been drowning yourself with too much chic flicks. This is reality nurul, you're not in movie world. Come on wake up nurul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex bf didn't even wanna layan you the day i've beaten you up, when you called him and started crying on te phone. He told Ken and I "fuck i didn't want to go sak cus Naddie was with me but i pitied her so i went to meet her forawhile". Oh and i guess you're going to tell this to him and he'll start denying it again. Like he always does. It's useless asking him about this nurul. Nothing good will come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'll DO IT girl. Don't think i won't. I'm just wishing for that day to come. But then you'll probably be crying to the police again and god knows what will happen next and try to twist your story around. Poor Nurul. Everyone's gonna start pitying you, just the way you like it, just like how you want things to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booty call. That's what Ken said and i absolutely believe and trust him. hah. I guess you are the biggest joke i've ever seen in my life. Don't think i never heard stories about you. Yes, i did say that he was like a brother to me but i guess i have to take my word back. I didn't know he was such a two faced.  So i guess you guys can't blame me for saying that he was like a brother to me when he acted differently in front of me, being so nice, treating us, lending us money how could i know when all of a sudden he started twisting his stories and talked shit about me behind my back. I thought wrongly of him now. Woops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah i care about your pimples alright. I pity god didn't give you a good face since the day i first met you. It's going from bad to worst. How long has it been? 3 years? Damn. For such a "good hearted" little princess you don't deserve volcanoes on your face. I think you should work harder on your your personality and your heart then at least people won't have to make funny comments about your face. trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree i don't have true friends and I'm fine with it. I never ever ever had true friends and I'm proud to say it cus i don't believe in what you call "true friends" my dear nurul. yeah Junie is super true to you that she had been making and i repeat MAKING up stories about GG and me. hah. You guys are a butt of joke i swear. Me blowing him?? You seriously think i won't find out? hahahaha, HEY! EVERYBODY, JUNIE TOLD NURUL THAT I GAVE GG A BLOW JOB. That's so incredible. WOW! I'm amazed. How did you ever think of such a magnificent lie? Like how could her brain combined with your brain and create something so intelligent? See how childish you girls can get. It's hilarious sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about not wanting to scoop down to my level nurul, YOU ALREADY DID. I'm just messing around with you right now. Cus it's fun. Yes this is fun too besides the other "fun" things i do. Only losers will come up with such fascinating stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's up with drugs anyway? Maybe that's what you need since your mind is so twisted. Let drugs untwist your mind for you. I know you want it nurul. Somewhere in between your brains you secretly want to try it. And leave Sofie out of this senorita. Just because she was with your ex bf before you don't have to bring her up. She's been a good friend to me better than all of your comes-and-goes-friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your info, jasbir and Shamir and everyone else knows how much of a party pooper you are who only thinks about yourself. How about the time you guys went to sentosa, everyone has to wait for you cus you didn't want to board the bus, you only boarded after Jasbir having to talk sense into you. Oh oh and how about the time when you texted everyone and scolded them for being late to watch a movie at Cine. Was it hell boy? Now that's what i call thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you were such a self centred attention seeking mother fucker booty caller. What goes around will definitely come around. Karma will strike either of us. DEFINITELY. But whatever it is stop trying so hard nurul. I don't recall you apologising to me. I don't need it from you either. I'm here to state my side of the truth too(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"you hate me so much, probably because i was once&lt;br /&gt;your dearest boyfriend's beloved ex-girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the fat chicken quoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rightttttttttt. As if he ever loved you. He told me lots of shit about you and the reason why he got together with you. It's funny just listening to it. Stuffs he said about you seriously cracks me up like nothing on earth like about how you wanted to have sex with him and how his mom really hated you. Bah! Well i guess I've said what i have to say. I hope so. hah. Or else i can just go on and on like you too nurul. If you want to be lame, go ahead and be lame. See how long you're going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say this but stop being all that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'i don't hate you glennys'&lt;/span&gt; bullshit. But i have to say i have to carry on hating you babe. That's just how i want things to be. Call me a bitch too whatever. I'm freaking fine with it. I guess I'm used to it, hearing from you. Cus one day everyone will start judging us and you'll see how extremely childish we could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the luck with your ex bf nurul. Cus i seriously can't give a shit about your messed up relationship with him. I ain't gonna help you biatch. Who the hell do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when i see you. This is not a threat btw. It's just ego talking. LOTS of ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dearest enemy glennys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-907743114357097606?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/907743114357097606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=907743114357097606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/907743114357097606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/907743114357097606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/cat-fights-are-fun-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3247553355440206790.post-4880357340356299329</id><published>2008-07-28T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T02:56:54.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come and get me baby.&lt;br /&gt;Cus' you're my sugar pie honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b2-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/b2-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blog-6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/blog-6.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/?action=view&amp;amp;current=b1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa213/glenmorous/b1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nissan sunny OI! Alright so there's this whole week of fun right and i seriously mean non stop never ending fun. It almost felt as if i was out camping. Carlo rented a car again (darn it this time we made a mistake choosing a smaller car but hey, still it managed to squeeze in the 7 of us *phew*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road trip to Labrador park at 12am in the morning was freeaking cool. Than there was the trip to fort canning which we happened to stay out till 6am cus we ended up chatting and chatting and then drove back home to have a really really really long sleep. We even visited the graveyard near lim chu kang the next night. It was around 3am in the morning when we drove there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop the Buddhist graveyard then followed by the Muslim. That's when they "saw" stuffs behind the trees and what nots. Good thing i didn't see anything but it was pretty scary. Next was the christian cemetery. It was alright. But the statue of mother Mary always played tricks with my eyes. At exactly 4am we parked at the road side in between the Muslim and christian cemetery cus the guys wanted to pee. When all of a sudden, Ken and i heard someone whistling at us. Fuggg that's when i ran straight into the car and started panicking. never mess with the graveyard! SHUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonways, we had satay at Rashiq bin NINABI's (Ken's schoolmate) satay stall at Jurong west. Ordered 30 chicken and 30 mutton. It was goooooood. Not forgetting how fussy we were. Cus everyone was hungry and we kept complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to fareast was whacked. Everyone got themselves a new haircut and piercings. I chose Michelle's haircut and she loved it. I had the idea from Maggie Q's hair in one of the magazine. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward: Not all days were good. There have been bad times too. Really really bad till i felt like whacking someone up. *eherm* well not only i that was feeling that wayt but a couple of us actually. The incident took place at around 8pm at redhill, under my block. The planned to pick Shamir's baby sister up from school backfired cus of some selfish biatch who had to ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fought with her 'being used bf' because she got all emotional and jealous that everyone has been staying over at my place. So the party pooper had a little cat fight with her bf and started calling the police on him for driving without a licence. In the first place he picked her up at bugis and didnt say anything. We could charge you too biatch for not reporting him to the police in the first place. You knew about it and yet you still got in the car. Dummy. Poor carl. I feel sorry for that dude. To have such an unreasonable self centred bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, the police came down and wasted our fucking time. Shamir was disappointed, Jasbir was pissed, ken was twice as pissed and i was disgusted. Why didn't you dare look at me biatch. I was staring at you the whole time and not once you dared looked into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, your wish was granted of getting your bf into trouble. He went into lock up and they confiscated the vehicle. Ken and I including Rashiq had to cab down to clementi station to bail your bf out in the middle of the night. Rashiq and Ken's licence almost got revoked and oh your bf wasted 60 bucks for the rental fee of the car too. Ken even said this:  "fuck if they really revoked my licence i will personally go down to that bitch's place and look for her mother and ask her to pay back for my driving licence". I will gladly be there too, not forgetting to bring Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jasbir, Michelle didn't managed to get that stinking fat ass's number. Cus she wanted it and if she had it than my advise to you is, you better start praying sister *smirk*. Oh and btw your bf said you look disgusting in leggings and what's up with that humongous thighs in that really tight jeans?? Gladiator with that jeans? What are you thinking of? Stick to stuffs at Chinatown babe. It's really your type. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. What does "i planned to get you into trouble, so if you're friends get involved it's really not my concern." WOW. You better mind your words sister or else it might just bite you in your size of a dishplate nipples. Oh and i think you're pimples aren't healing fat chicken. You look gross that day i saw you. YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what!? I'm messing with the right girl. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm snoozing out now.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar Heroes with you was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥de leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3247553355440206790-4880357340356299329?l=gisforglennys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/feeds/4880357340356299329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3247553355440206790&amp;postID=4880357340356299329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4880357340356299329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3247553355440206790/posts/default/4880357340356299329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gisforglennys.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-and-get-me-baby-nissan-sunny-oi.html' title=''/><author><name>G deleon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9fjzRbp7nk0/TVGj4BracjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/y-5LzxIIP0o/s220/165135_483641856271_690096271_6070113_2994013_n-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
