<?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-19320003</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:57:18.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lost of something</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-766441674283739235</id><published>2007-04-09T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T09:24:00.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.The phone rings. Who do you want it&lt;br /&gt;to be?&lt;br /&gt;- someone thats always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;- i dont go grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.In a social setting, are you more of&lt;br /&gt;a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;- depends on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If abandoned alone in the&lt;br /&gt;wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like to ride horses?&lt;br /&gt;- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your favorite board game&lt;br /&gt;as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If a sexy person was pursuing you,&lt;br /&gt;but you knew he/she was taken what&lt;br /&gt;would you do?&lt;br /&gt;- test waters but i'm a sucker for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you judgmental?&lt;br /&gt;- depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you date someone with&lt;br /&gt;different religious beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;- probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;- most probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- yes, but not shooting with a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If your house was on fire, what's&lt;br /&gt;the first thing you'd grab?&lt;br /&gt;- my cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you think more about the past,&lt;br /&gt;present or future?&lt;br /&gt;- all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your favorite children's&lt;br /&gt;books?&lt;br /&gt;- batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you kissed any of your&lt;br /&gt;MySpace/Friendster friends?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;- 181.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your ideal house located?&lt;br /&gt;- orchard road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- calli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Have you ever taken pictures in a&lt;br /&gt;photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;- ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When was the last time you were at&lt;br /&gt;Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;- dont know where that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are your keys on your key&lt;br /&gt;chains for?&lt;br /&gt;- house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;- cry, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Where is your current pain at?&lt;br /&gt;- back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;- both no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How long does it take you in the&lt;br /&gt;shower?&lt;br /&gt;- 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What movie do you want to see right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;- sunshine, transformers, spiderman3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you put lotion on your dog or&lt;br /&gt;cats?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do for New Year's?&lt;br /&gt;- club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think The Grudge was scary?&lt;br /&gt;- okay lur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;- ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's the last letter of your&lt;br /&gt;middle name?&lt;br /&gt;- n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who did you vote for on American&lt;br /&gt;Idol?&lt;br /&gt;- myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many hours of sleep do you get&lt;br /&gt;a night?&lt;br /&gt;- around 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;- okay lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- a jacket and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Any big event happened in your&lt;br /&gt;hometown?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Is your tongue pierced?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Who's the funniest person you know?&lt;br /&gt;- imran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you like funny or serious people&lt;br /&gt;better?&lt;br /&gt;- depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever been to Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you use cuss words in other&lt;br /&gt;languages?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you steal or pay for your music&lt;br /&gt;downloads?&lt;br /&gt;- steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When was the last time you said "i&lt;br /&gt;love you" and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Is your cell usually on vibrate or&lt;br /&gt;ring?&lt;br /&gt;- depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- i'm feeling hurt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-766441674283739235?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/766441674283739235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=766441674283739235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/766441674283739235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/766441674283739235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-3571881778647164769</id><published>2007-04-02T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T19:00:10.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I missed you so much. But frankly, the way that you have&lt;br /&gt;been messaging me and calling me is so different. I'm&lt;br /&gt;paranoid maybe I'm stupid. You're busy with camp and&lt;br /&gt;everything. You don't say, I miss you or I love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;This hurts me so much. Isaac, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't do this to me. I can't help but to cry everynight.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hurting but I want to go through this phrase with&lt;br /&gt;you. I'll do everything, everything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-3571881778647164769?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3571881778647164769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=3571881778647164769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/3571881778647164769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/3571881778647164769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-missed-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-116523011855031309</id><published>2006-12-04T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T03:01:58.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate people at work. And there's one that I dont&lt;br /&gt;like at all. Thank god she's leaving. She's a fucking&lt;br /&gt;bitch and I hope she fails outside. She acts pretty&lt;br /&gt;when clearly she's not. Gosh, when will girls like&lt;br /&gt;her know their limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder she's not attached. So understandable.&lt;br /&gt;She said it's an excuse. I said it was my fault and&lt;br /&gt;I admitted that its my fault. What more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;ITS NOT AN EXCUSE ANYMORE. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;you think you're so great. FUCK YOU. you think&lt;br /&gt;you're pretty. FUCK YOU. you think you're miss&lt;br /&gt;know it all? FUCK YOU. you think that just because&lt;br /&gt;I'm a part time staff, I can be bullied and I'm&lt;br /&gt;nothin like you (wait, of course I'm nothing like you.&lt;br /&gt;you're SHIT) FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You think that you're always right. FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Even out colleagues have quarrelled with you.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-116523011855031309?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116523011855031309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=116523011855031309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/116523011855031309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/116523011855031309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-people-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-116511647530742373</id><published>2006-12-02T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T19:27:55.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gawk, I hate people that treat me like dirt.&lt;br /&gt;They can be your closes friends and yet still&lt;br /&gt;treat you like dirt. This sucks. Why be so cheapo&lt;br /&gt;and superficial. Is it that important to get free&lt;br /&gt;stuffs? I'm utterly disappointed and I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;for you to come talk to me about it cause I'm&lt;br /&gt;not going to be the one to start the conve with&lt;br /&gt;you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all are not the ones that will be making&lt;br /&gt;the move to talk to me about it, then well, I'll&lt;br /&gt;just have to use my superficial side and see how&lt;br /&gt;things will turn out cause I'm utterly pisst and&lt;br /&gt;disgusted already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn the hard truth. Life's a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-116511647530742373?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116511647530742373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=116511647530742373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/116511647530742373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/116511647530742373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/12/oh-gawk-i-hate-people-that-treat-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-116028172061576599</id><published>2006-10-07T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:28:40.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world's a mess and so am I. With wild thoughts&lt;br /&gt;running through my mind about what happened&lt;br /&gt;yesterday night. Whats there more to worry&lt;br /&gt;when they don't even care? For once, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;night I showed that I couldn't be bothered about&lt;br /&gt;the things that will be happening around us.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever for to bother when I'm already so&lt;br /&gt;messed up? Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret source to humor and happiness is&lt;br /&gt;sorrow. Everyone has to agree on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-116028172061576599?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/116028172061576599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=116028172061576599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/116028172061576599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/116028172061576599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/10/worlds-mess-and-so-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115781199040361135</id><published>2006-09-09T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T07:26:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wished that I could say somethings to you.&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I could get some thoughts over&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid of how you'll react to it. I don't&lt;br /&gt;know whether you'll be talking to me again&lt;br /&gt;after I tell you those things. Its really&lt;br /&gt;difficult and I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna tell you. But yet I'm afraid. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115781199040361135?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115781199040361135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115781199040361135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115781199040361135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115781199040361135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wished-that-i-could-say-somethings.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115764241087842295</id><published>2006-09-07T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T08:20:10.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't pity ourselves just to bluff our mind that&lt;br /&gt;its not us that's to blame. Reflect on how we&lt;br /&gt;treat others before saying how other's treat us.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. GRAHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115764241087842295?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115764241087842295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115764241087842295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115764241087842295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115764241087842295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-pity-ourselves-just-to-bluff-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115746650441193058</id><published>2006-09-05T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:28:24.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cause of a severe mood swing lately has affected&lt;br /&gt;my whole entire mood of chilling in town. I hate being&lt;br /&gt;quiet and I hate being silent. But then again, I don't&lt;br /&gt;know what else to do. Having to talk about my problems&lt;br /&gt;doesnt seem to be the solution. Or it doesn't seem to&lt;br /&gt;be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold shoulder. The cold war. The coldness of&lt;br /&gt;everything that has happened. Its a small problem.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't delibrately ignore you. I haven finished my&lt;br /&gt;sentence with someone and you cut me in. Then you&lt;br /&gt;gave me the cold shoulder. With all those crap you talked&lt;br /&gt;to me online. The hurtful words that you used but I&lt;br /&gt;just brushed it off with a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long am I going to take this till? How long am I going&lt;br /&gt;to hide and act as though nothing happened? Yes, it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever give a though on how I'll feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection is what we all need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115746650441193058?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115746650441193058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115746650441193058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115746650441193058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115746650441193058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/cause-of-severe-mood-swing-lately-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115729128101222158</id><published>2006-09-03T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T06:48:01.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel uptightly caught. I'm living a life of my own&lt;br /&gt;which even I cannot control by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the other blog sub off the evolutionmatrix&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make it to club that night. And I aint feeling&lt;br /&gt;any better now. I wasn't there for my people and I&lt;br /&gt;wasn't there because ______________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bros. I miss all of them loads. Ive absoutely&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say to my parents anymore. They don't&lt;br /&gt;understand me a single bit. Whats that gonna sound?&lt;br /&gt;Max, jovan and the rest knows more about me and&lt;br /&gt;how I feel more than my parents. As I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the people that are important to me isn't the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that love me and brought me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its the people that love me and hear me out.&lt;/span&gt; I've sold&lt;br /&gt;my life. And I've sold my life to my bros.love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115729128101222158?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115729128101222158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115729128101222158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115729128101222158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115729128101222158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-feel-uptightly-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115310287917249725</id><published>2006-07-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T19:21:19.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's just too much that time cannot erase.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we can be together. Just that one&lt;br /&gt;little prayer that we can get to know each other&lt;br /&gt;a little better. I pray for that. Cause the sky&lt;br /&gt;cries with each rain fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115310287917249725?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115310287917249725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115310287917249725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115310287917249725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115310287917249725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/theres-just-too-much-that-time-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115284190852384762</id><published>2006-07-13T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:51:48.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so lonely without seeing you online to&lt;br /&gt;brighten my day up. Aye what am I going to do.&lt;br /&gt;The times when you don't reply me, I start getting&lt;br /&gt;jumpy and my mind starts thinking. But when you&lt;br /&gt;just tell me that you're busy with school, I feel&lt;br /&gt;so happy that I've gotten you under my wings.&lt;br /&gt;At least I know that you're there. You just make me&lt;br /&gt;fall all the more for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you came online again and talked to me&lt;br /&gt;ARGh, i was so happy just to know that you're&lt;br /&gt;talking to me again. You just make me fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;just fall for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115284190852384762?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115284190852384762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115284190852384762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115284190852384762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115284190852384762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-so-lonely-without-seeing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115261829784073305</id><published>2006-07-11T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T04:44:57.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldn't ignore the pain any longer&lt;br /&gt;Life was just too much&lt;br /&gt;I never saw my life in future times&lt;br /&gt;Or happiness and love and such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been to the edge with the intent to jump&lt;br /&gt;And had become happy with thoughts of no pain&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my uselessness as an inherited curse&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing left to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun failed to shine&lt;br /&gt;In my world overcast&lt;br /&gt;Birds no longer sang&lt;br /&gt;And the first  had become the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the things good and whole&lt;br /&gt;Had turned and went their way&lt;br /&gt;They were never to return to me&lt;br /&gt;So I felt I should just go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comsumption by hate and pain, to save was too late&lt;br /&gt;Where should I turn now?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get kicked when I'm down?&lt;br /&gt;When could I be happy? Or even better, how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen and fetal&lt;br /&gt;I will return to the dirt&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet battle within&lt;br /&gt;No longer would I hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles soon fade&lt;br /&gt;And hearts followed to break&lt;br /&gt;As I cried out for help&lt;br /&gt;I cried in heaven's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routinely I cried&lt;br /&gt;For a hand to reach me&lt;br /&gt;I looked blanky at emptiness' stare&lt;br /&gt;And closed my eyes reluctantly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I felt one more fight, a chance in me&lt;br /&gt;To save myself from isolation&lt;br /&gt;Piercing my lips were words of insignificance&lt;br /&gt;And the wnd to my frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time's hands moved on and on&lt;br /&gt;Together, as one, we grew&lt;br /&gt;Now solitary routine you seek&lt;br /&gt;You seek you never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of times we spend together&lt;br /&gt;Tired of me you grow&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being tired in time&lt;br /&gt;No feelings will you show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in time as your thoughts are even&lt;br /&gt;Will I be thought of only as your pawn&lt;br /&gt;And will you be happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;When I'm finally gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115261829784073305?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115261829784073305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115261829784073305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115261829784073305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115261829784073305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-couldnt-ignore-pain-any-longer-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115245394220843075</id><published>2006-07-06T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T07:05:42.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Safe</title><content type='html'>At night, I think of you before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I say my prayer just to make sure you're safe.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep at night cause you're the only thing thats on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Yet now, after everything has happen, you should be out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so difficult to get you out of my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I love you too much to see you in someone elses arms.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot bear the fact to lose you to someone else. Yet at night, I cry to myself just to let myself know that you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;Here in the world for me to look at. I saw you walking on the streets, just to run and hide from you.&lt;br /&gt;I rather be invisible and watch you from afar, just to know that you're doing&lt;br /&gt;And I walk through my back alley, just to sit there and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I'll never get you back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115245394220843075?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115245394220843075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115245394220843075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115245394220843075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115245394220843075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-are-safe.html' title='You Are Safe'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19320003.post-115245386833413657</id><published>2006-07-02T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T07:04:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>To know you is difficult enough.&lt;br /&gt;To lose you, I don't know what I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so much when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we don't miss someone until we lose them.&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Till the extend I don't know how to put it back.&lt;br /&gt;Only you have the key, the key in putting everything back together again.&lt;br /&gt;Only you, I find myself whole again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19320003-115245386833413657?l=screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/115245386833413657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19320003&amp;postID=115245386833413657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115245386833413657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19320003/posts/default/115245386833413657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screwthehatedpeopleintheworld.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16947630316103072825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
