<?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-18697177</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:57:39.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noof's 2nd blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-744273051196871038</id><published>2008-08-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:45:36.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><content type='html'>Actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;And your silence is screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it incredible that you call yourself my friend, spend time in places I spend time in, yet don't speak to me.  Except, of course, to give me lots of advice about what I should and shouldn't be thinking or feeling.  All of which is actually none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be friends with you, and you've been a terrible friend.  So I hope that when you feel like the odd one out cos everyone thinks you're 'weird', not 'funny', or you're standing by yourself and all your cool new friends are talking to other people, you'll remember that once someone did think you were funny and did want to talk to you, and you were the one who pushed them away.  More fool you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-744273051196871038?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/744273051196871038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=744273051196871038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/744273051196871038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/744273051196871038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2008/08/whatever.html' title='Whatever!'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-115459463683238260</id><published>2006-08-03T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T01:43:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions of words in my readings</title><content type='html'>(All definitions from &lt;em&gt;The Chambers Dictionary, 1995)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parochial - of or relating to a parish; restricted or confined within narrow limits; denominational. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apotheosis - a deification; glorification; a perfect example of its type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raconteur - a teller of anecdotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polemical -  given to disputing, controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephemeral - existing only for a day; short-lived; fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*But as you know, drama students aren't that intellectual ;-) *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-115459463683238260?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/115459463683238260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=115459463683238260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115459463683238260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115459463683238260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2006/08/definitions-of-words-in-my-readings.html' title='Definitions of words in my readings'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-115457426953495587</id><published>2006-08-02T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:04:29.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Literacy troubles</title><content type='html'>We are currently in the middle of a big debate about literacy, and what we should be teaching, and whether our spelling is gud enough.  Mine's pretty gud.  At least I don't spell scissors "sizzers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, many people are upset (so I hear) about this problem.  And there is a literacy problem.  The question is, how to address it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately at home group last night, Louise (one of my friends) sang me a song that will probably go a long way towards solving literacy problems.  (Sung to the tune of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If You're Happy and You Know It, Clap Your Hands&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A person, place or thing is a noun&lt;br /&gt;An action or a doing word's a verb&lt;br /&gt;An adverb describes a verb&lt;br /&gt;An adjective a noun&lt;br /&gt;Remember all these rules and you're set&lt;br /&gt;Ching ching! &lt;/span&gt;(just a nice little way to end the song :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is totally going to revolutionise literacy in Australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-115457426953495587?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/115457426953495587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=115457426953495587' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115457426953495587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115457426953495587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2006/08/literacy-troubles.html' title='Literacy troubles'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-115434954143015934</id><published>2006-07-31T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T05:39:43.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intense</title><content type='html'>I had a great post, but the computer blue screen of death-ed me.  So it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just having a whinge about how intense Mondays are.  Someone else cried in our drama lecture today.  Usually due to subject matter that can hit just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;too close to home.  But I suppose that is part of the beauty of drama, as well as part of its downfall.  Mind you, it's getting intense - death, murder, grief, leukemia, sex/gender, chauvinism, eating disorders.....can we do a comedy now please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critical thinking.  I had a lot to say about that, but it's not really important.  I just don't like it.  I disagree with some of it.  Like the idea that we have to be skeptical about anything that claims to be universal truth.  Is that a universal truth?  They contradicted themselves.  But I guess I'm thinking critically about critical thinking and therefore proving them right by proving them wrong :-(  I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, too much skepticism is not good for faith.  Some is - it makes us question and come to logical, rational conclusions based on evidence.  But the problem comes when someone has all the evidence they're ever going to get and is still saying, "I can't believe, because it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might not&lt;/span&gt; be true."  Skepticism.  Doubt.  Too much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my Monday post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-115434954143015934?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/115434954143015934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=115434954143015934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115434954143015934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115434954143015934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2006/07/intense.html' title='Intense'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-115373710949027548</id><published>2006-07-24T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:31:49.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tired and learned"</title><content type='html'>Right.  Now I'm posting on this blog, because on my first blog, right at the bottom, is the "Sweet Revenge" post.  And someone may or may not be posting on it.  So if they want to, I'm leaving it on there.  Hence I can't put anything else on there until they comment.  So I'm putting it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we looked at heaps of stuff in Drama Curriculum 2.  It was so amazing, I just wanted to debrief what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning lecture, we did a Greek tragedy workshop, based on 'Antigone' (pronounced Ann-tig-on-ee) and also the story of Rachel Corey, a girl who went to Israel/Palestine to help protect a Palestinian village.  The link was that both of them were female activists - Antigone, who insisted on burying her dead brother (even though it was against the law - you'll have to read the play to see why) and Rachel insisted on defending the Palestinians.  Both died for their convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to play the part of Antigone! Yeah!  And she makes this awesome speech to the king about how she's going to defy him and bury her brother and die for it, because she was going to follow God rather than man (burying her brother had to do with her convictions and beliefs).  So yeah, she totally stuck it to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my friends was in role as Rachel, and we were doing this thing called 'hot-seating' (where someone sits in a chair as a character and answers questions that the audience ask, in character) - and she's actually always wanted to be a humanitarian, and when people started asking questions like, "What do you say to people who say, 'It's not your fight'?" she started crying! Poor thing!  But it was so moving......I think a lot of us had tears in our eyes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered that drama is not really about drama at all.  Drama is actually about life, the universe and everything.  For example, in this Greek tragedy workshop we were doing (it was an example of a unit for year 11's), it wasn't about "Teach the children how to act in Greek tragedy".  It was actually exploring questions of "Why do bad things happen?  Are we responsible for them happening to us, or is it just bad luck?  What is the difference between a tragedy and bad luck?"  Greek tragedy and all its stylistic conventions (i.e. voice, movement, lyrical style, costuming, chorus etc etc) was a means used to explore those issues - and they're fairly philosophical, I think.  So I knew I loved drama for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that happened was also about Greek tragedy - looking into the style itself (just for our own purposes) - we did a drama based on Medea and a story of a woman who drowned her two children.  It was pretty horrible, actually.  I was going to write this to debrief on it, but I don't feel like I need to so much now.  The thing I did remember was that one of the purposes of Greek tragedy is to shock the audience and attempt to 'purge' them of the bad stuff by exposing it onstage......hence the absolutely shocking story of Medea who killed her own children to get back at her ex-husband Jason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.  So I know that all sounds horrible and shocking, but that's how it felt too!  And it's over now.  Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do a few things.  Please comment on your own personal learning experiences of late :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-115373710949027548?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/115373710949027548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=115373710949027548' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115373710949027548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115373710949027548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2006/07/tired-and-learned.html' title='&quot;Tired and learned&quot;'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-115201851908492541</id><published>2006-07-04T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T06:08:39.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Thiessen (lead singer of Relient K)</title><content type='html'>Hmm.....I just went and listened to Matthew Thiessen on purevolume.com  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's done a new song called 'Faking  my own Suicide' - it's kind of humourous and horrible at the same time (it's not meant to be horrible, I don't think - I just find it that way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah - don't listen to it if you don't want to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-115201851908492541?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/115201851908492541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=115201851908492541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115201851908492541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115201851908492541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2006/07/matt-thiessen-lead-singer-of-relient-k.html' title='Matt Thiessen (lead singer of Relient K)'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-115201788713706464</id><published>2006-07-04T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T05:58:07.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poison Ivy by Matthew Thiessen</title><content type='html'>Poison ivy&lt;br /&gt;Better condition than I be&lt;br /&gt;Hook me to an I.V.&lt;br /&gt;While I whisper 'Why me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the freezer&lt;br /&gt;Your words give me seizures&lt;br /&gt;And if we take a breather&lt;br /&gt;We'll break up and be hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you buy cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;But I'll let you by with regrets&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'll find a sure bet&lt;br /&gt;A caged bird will fly if she's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to cry&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers dry my eyes&lt;br /&gt;A memory I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wronged&lt;br /&gt;Of little defence&lt;br /&gt;And I'll sing a song&lt;br /&gt;Of inconsequence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my days&lt;br /&gt;With you are numbered&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be amazed&lt;br /&gt;If we see another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;Now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;We always said&lt;br /&gt;That would be the best thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I fear I'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least&lt;br /&gt;That's what my heart is confessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you&lt;br /&gt;Were someone that I could forget&lt;br /&gt;Cos I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you&lt;br /&gt;Were not number one on my list&lt;br /&gt;My list of regrets&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm broken up&lt;br /&gt;Because we've broken up&lt;br /&gt;It's all a big 'what if'&lt;br /&gt;What if I'd spoken up&lt;br /&gt;For what I wanted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poison ivy&lt;br /&gt;Better condition than I be&lt;br /&gt;Hook me to an I.V.&lt;br /&gt;While I whisper 'Why me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listen to this song at www.purevolume.com/matthewthiessenandtheearthquakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-115201788713706464?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/115201788713706464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=115201788713706464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115201788713706464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115201788713706464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2006/07/poison-ivy-by-matthew-thiessen.html' title='Poison Ivy by Matthew Thiessen'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-115201759630041815</id><published>2006-07-04T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T05:53:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other blog</title><content type='html'>So how are people stumbling across this blog?  Perhaps I'll put a link on my first blog to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what to use this one for.  Maybe sad stuff - the background is kind of moody.  Then again, I like to post a variety of stuff on my first blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if anyone has any ideas.......  I was almost going to delete this one tonight, and then saw Trev's comment.  Thanks Trev - even though that was quite a sad song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post another sad one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-115201759630041815?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/115201759630041815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=115201759630041815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115201759630041815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/115201759630041815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2006/07/other-blog.html' title='The other blog'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18697177.post-113448870203223031</id><published>2005-12-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:45:02.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Christmas Parties by Relient K</title><content type='html'>Hope it snows this week&lt;br /&gt;A snowflake on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;Would make this Christmas so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But that would just bring the pain&lt;br /&gt;Cos things can't stay the same&lt;br /&gt;These holidays won't be wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look under the tree&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing I see&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's a broken heart you're giving me&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure you out&lt;br /&gt;Is this what Christmas is all about?&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's a broken heart that you're giving me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of all this talking&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart wrapped up in a box&lt;br /&gt;There's tear drops in my stocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christmas parties&lt;br /&gt;You offer me some punch, but I just shrug&lt;br /&gt;I hate Christmas parties&lt;br /&gt;You and the cookie tray&lt;br /&gt;Both hear me say,&lt;br /&gt;"Bah, humbug."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa la la la la la (times 5 million)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18697177-113448870203223031?l=noof2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/feeds/113448870203223031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18697177&amp;postID=113448870203223031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/113448870203223031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18697177/posts/default/113448870203223031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noof2.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-hate-christmas-parties-by-relient-k.html' title='I Hate Christmas Parties by Relient K'/><author><name>Noof</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0V2ZuSEm4To/SG9oBqkizWI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QB82qHS3nYk/S220/DSCN2192.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
