<?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-8096127904398088719</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:11:10.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Resplendent!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-8649086875488602824</id><published>2009-08-07T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:31:09.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen from grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN CBOX - www.cbox.ws - v001 --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cboxdiv" style="text-align: center; line-height: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www3.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=2832491&amp;amp;boxtag=lfgqyc&amp;amp;sec=form" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxform" style="border-style: solid solid none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 0px;" id="cboxform" width="200" frameborder="0" height="75" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www3.cbox.ws/box/?boxid=2832491&amp;amp;boxtag=lfgqyc&amp;amp;sec=main" marginheight="2" marginwidth="2" allowtransparency="yes" name="cboxmain" style="border: 0px solid ;" id="cboxmain" width="200" frameborder="0" height="275" scrolling="auto"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-style: normal; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 12px; font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 12px; font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sometimes I wish for falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 12px; font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wish for the release&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 12px; font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wish for falling through the air to give me some relief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 12px; font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Because falling's not the problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 12px; font-family:Tahoma, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when I'm falling I'm at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; 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Livejournal's comment system sucks they auto put you as anon and you have to put your name below all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed 67 so went to kap with kf and ran after the bus like shit (penguin -_-) and was really one of my most disgusting bus rides ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i further purify my posts i'll leave a link you people can relink to. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-6126059865192121075?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/6126059865192121075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=6126059865192121075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/6126059865192121075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/6126059865192121075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-figured-you-out.html' title='I figured you out.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-4048314755990974922</id><published>2009-06-22T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:19:22.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>/edit</title><content type='html'>OH YAY M's quarantine ended so we can meet up!&lt;br /&gt;And no more cca so i might be able to go for P6 class outing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D life is beautiful! I wanna watch that movie its so sad.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-4048314755990974922?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/4048314755990974922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=4048314755990974922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/4048314755990974922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/4048314755990974922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/06/edit.html' title='/edit'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-1546217861569511365</id><published>2009-06-21T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:47:28.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be so lucky</title><content type='html'>): BLOODY FUCKED UP LIFE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week left and i haven't started on math revision, chinese sia presentation, chinese yuedu baogao, and MATH SIA. Freaking hell i completed the powerpoint it doesn't seem good to me yet i have no inspiration to do aymore powerpoint work. T's in bloody freezing scandinavia enjoying herself and M is in SELF-quarantine. Maybe i'll SELF-quarantine myself on the last day of holidays. Say i went to the state on Honolulu to surf and now i have it! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a responsible thing to do, SELF-quarantine. But everything just so fucked up now the poster is barely done (well not really) and M's self quarantined and i think we were supposed to meet up today and i just remembered and i think she forgot too. The poster is with P and its so hard to contact her and if we have to do the poster she'll have to come to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is pathetic at the moment. Math revision haven't started. I don't even know if i should be doing everything or not but i &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; it was for self revision. Anyway i did some but it was all on rough paper so i threw them away. Damn i am freaking screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY i shall not be the victim of procrastination any longer i shall finish my chinese powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s.going to improve my life with the help of fengshui master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-1546217861569511365?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/1546217861569511365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=1546217861569511365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1546217861569511365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1546217861569511365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-be-so-lucky.html' title='i should be so lucky'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-2902892955729963092</id><published>2009-06-15T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:15:57.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>same old faces. same old places.</title><content type='html'>Bought two books on impulse yesterday. Don't even know if its nice. But at least there's something else to to other than to mooch around and watch television and procrastinating like shit. Haven't started on chinese yet even though alot of classmates handed in the stupid thing already. I bet X hasn't even started marking. Who cares anyway. Fucking chinese. Completed history yesterday so at least thats something done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had an emergency bitching session with P yesterday and it left me laughing like a crazy papaya in the restaurant because what she said is definitely politically incorrect and definitly very ___. Not exactly because we are like them as well, just born somewhere else. /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agreed to give Y my harry potter poster (comes with the mag) and she ended up happy like siao. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which made me realise my whole inbox is filled with smses from shu like hahhaahomgwtfbbq hers is spammed by mine to and when i read it i don't even remember what we were talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And omgwtfbbq batch outing! I'll post a couple of pictures here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347757738899801106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SjcNVHP4BBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A27zbE8qQEg/s320/4715_1151428473783_1469762603_387310_5786827_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347757733738157234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SjcNU0BPlLI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QdD_CiPwPzE/s320/4715_1151420593586_1469762603_387265_4120693_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again everything i look at my blog i am getting more and more reluctant to blog because i just don't want to share stuff with both people whom know and don't know. Guess i'm just selfish! :D Because its quite obvious that i talk about politically incorrect stuff and bitchings so when i bitch about someone i'll be flamed by someone very virtious who is a supporter of that dude i'm bitching about. So when i blog, i have to edit my posts until its clean and lovely, which is not the idea of a blog since its also called a 'online diary'. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8096127904398088719-2902892955729963092?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/2902892955729963092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=2902892955729963092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/2902892955729963092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/2902892955729963092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/06/same-old-faces-same-old-places.html' title='same old faces. same old places.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SjcNVHP4BBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/A27zbE8qQEg/s72-c/4715_1151428473783_1469762603_387310_5786827_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-1186112478892575151</id><published>2009-06-07T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:32:19.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets go back to the start.</title><content type='html'>Tracy's house later. CCA tomorrow. Batch outing afterwards. CCA again. Break for a week. CCA three days in a row. Break. CCA again. School starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't that good when i see my parents for more than what i'm used to. More quarrels and ignoring each other. My mom just gave a lengthy speech about how i'm going to cope when she is dead and whatsoever. I only heard the "i am dead..." part and immediately began thinking about how my life would be like if i was adopted by Tom Cruise (yes he's my dream dad.) like ugh life would be alot better because i would have my own credit card and definitely more freedom of speech and movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with daydreaming. Feel like ending this blog (again i know -_-) but decided against it because i love my blog url and if i deleted it someone else would take it. :D Instead i created a twitter account to waste time and i found it quite stupid. Other than getting in touch with people who don't have facebook, it's also quite plain and boring and the only thing thats exiting is that you get to follow people whom you know but they don't know you. Like Ellen, ___ was so excited that she could follow all these famous people that are reportedly "real" but i found it retarded because you're just one of the millions of people that follow him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also 50cent but who wants to follow him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-1186112478892575151?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/1186112478892575151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=1186112478892575151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1186112478892575151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1186112478892575151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-go-back-to-start.html' title='Lets go back to the start.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-5116241169442223860</id><published>2009-05-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:01:26.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i just saw susan boyle.</title><content type='html'>I love coldplay now and i sincerely apologise for underestimating them because of how terrible Viva La Vida was. It's still terrible to me. But i love the other songs in that album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I took my love down to violet hill.&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;All that time she was silent still.&lt;br /&gt;So if you love me, won't you let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Violet Hill (Coldplay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i listen to it 15 times a day and still not sick of it. The song gives you some depressed feel but still it makes you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the hwach play yesterday night. Amanda pangseh-ed us to go eat free food at the food expo and in the end she was left alone at some ulu bus stop because we all refused to take her calls. In the end she was late for around half an hour trying to find her way to the performance venue herself in the deserted hwach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us (people who do not love free food as much) we took the cab to the drama centre (on the other side of the school) and walked though the dark deserted quiet school to LT. I scared the shit out of Mel and she started screaming hysterically hence Dap started screaming too. We were like with the aliens of crazy. Only shu remained calm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bugis it was raining crazily so we decided to take a cab and Mel paid for it! And now she wants us to pay her back. How terribly sad my life is. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently after my hiatus on blogger there's new thing called monetize. What in the world is that hhhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-5116241169442223860?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/5116241169442223860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=5116241169442223860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5116241169442223860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5116241169442223860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-dead-just-sleeping-in-my-head.html' title='i think i just saw susan boyle.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-907877572776134830</id><published>2009-05-23T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:56:28.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hello again.</title><content type='html'>I don't want people to think i have another random blog set aside to bitch about people. So I'm going to take some serious effort into maintaining this blog in good happy active condition. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitching part is partially true though. Many things have been happening and i hope some stuff will change for the better. Shu went to dance night yesterday (me no go because no tickets!!) and i'm sorely jealous because she's enjoying herself while i'm watching BOF which is a terribly boring show. /: and the story is so...predictable. ): My mom's quite interested in watching it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music project! Oh no not a single line of lyrics yet! Might as well flunk it since my art and drama are akready quite screwed up. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to send my sister to tuition (she's primary 1 -.-) okay so byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-907877572776134830?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/907877572776134830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=907877572776134830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/907877572776134830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/907877572776134830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='oh hello again.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-219094312737863930</id><published>2009-04-19T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:37:47.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HumanForSale.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MDEyNjU1MzkzNSZwdD*xMjQwMTI2NjM2ODM*JnA9MTA5MTkxJmQ9SEZTJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*4MTc4ZmY1ODhmMzc*ZGU*YTcxNzkwZDY1NWMyMGY4OCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.humanforsale.com/images/stamps2/2045.gif" width=200 height=150 border=0 title="How much are you worth?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;HumanForSale.com - &lt;a href="http://www.restoremyyouth.com" title="Resveratrol"&gt;Resveratrol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-219094312737863930?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/219094312737863930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=219094312737863930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/219094312737863930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/219094312737863930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/04/humanforsalecom.html' title='HumanForSale.com'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-7526022594237910054</id><published>2009-04-19T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:17:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flown away.</title><content type='html'>I have moved to &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not ask me for my new url. You can still tag here and i'll still reply here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not miss me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-7526022594237910054?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/7526022594237910054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=7526022594237910054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/7526022594237910054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/7526022594237910054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/04/flown-away.html' title='Flown away.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-886304030627294370</id><published>2009-04-10T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:20:13.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all but surreal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/Sd_5tKRC7vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jNabbu3EWPo/s1600-h/P080409_11.44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323247838820495090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/Sd_5tKRC7vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jNabbu3EWPo/s320/P080409_11.44.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/Sd_5s1fhyvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LTF4rA2DEgo/s1600-h/P080409_11.44%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323247833244093170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/Sd_5s1fhyvI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LTF4rA2DEgo/s320/P080409_11.44%5B01%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Symptoms of PPB (post-production blues):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You suddenly feel like you have alot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;2) You keep procrastinating and procrastinating, because your free time&lt;br /&gt;still feels like rehearsal time, so you just can't get to work on other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;This can drag on to a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing feels over yet.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be having cca now, maybe taking a break and drinking my ceres packet drink. But here i am slacking away thinking i should reward myself for pulling the cloth. I am starting to miss those rehersal times that everyone wore black. I could walk anywhere and people would suspect me of being some terrorist/mafia. How interesting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i went with shu to serenecentre's macs and she ordered this mcspicy upsized and i ordered a mcflurry. I joked that she was bullimic and i was anoraxic. From an oursider's point of view i must say its quite true, esp when its 40 degrees outside and we are wearing black shirt pants and shoes (i hope they didn't expand because matter expands when heated).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School sports day on 24th. Friday. Should i go? Really. feel like i'm wasting time sitting there talking away and watching them make a fool out of themselves. No, this is called slacking but so are they so i'm also tempted to follow them into slackiness. People say they have bad attitude, hinting that we did not do the job properly. This job shouldn't be done by an amateur. It should be done by us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying too. D: But no one in my house is awake yet so i have all the time i want to hog the computer. (:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. i just turned down my friend's invitation to go to church &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;I feel really bad but i'm just not that ready because i haven't stepped into a church for so long. Its not the first time i rejected the offer due to other reasons made. I think he's bloody pissed at me not accepting but i rather go with someone i know, like T. But she's been really busy. Oh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;JIAYOU FOR OM! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chem sia proposal. No one knows what to do. I guess discussing over msn isn't the greatest way of communicating after all.&lt;/span&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;sx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-886304030627294370?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/886304030627294370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=886304030627294370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/886304030627294370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/886304030627294370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-but-surreal.html' title='all but surreal.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/Sd_5tKRC7vI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jNabbu3EWPo/s72-c/P080409_11.44.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-5159706618958987310</id><published>2009-04-04T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:52:44.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>future cybertron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Life isn't exactly a bed of roses right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Not really taking my studies as importantly, because of the clearly overrated block tests, which are so minor you probably need a microscope to see in your report book. Sleeping more and more in class and probably stuck in my own world for maths (stupid graph paper is making me go crazy and cock-eyed!) and chinese. Gah i'm not really in a mugging mood unlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; muggers like amandachanshimin which i really want to kill whenever i see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting with amandachanshimin is really fun and entertaining though (that doesn't minimize my sleeping hours). That idiot can stare at me and suddenly start laughing non-stop until i start to laugh and then she looks at me laughing and she starts laughing again. So on and so forth. Had a really good time bitching with her too she dislikes ____ and _____ like me! :DD manda loves her white tiger (which she claimed to have cried watching it spin around in the washing machine once) and kisses its ass every night. I cannot stand you, amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured she will not see this. She is the only dudette in my batch who doesn't have fb and blogger. Retarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And you know what? I LOVE TO GO TO THE LIBRARY! Seriously i never realised the library had this weird but nice flooring that i like to secretly and discreetly scratch whenever i go there. The books there are clearly too difficult for mentally challenged people like me to read but look! Laptops on the forth floor for everyone's usage!:D By saying this i am implying that i am a nerd and a mugger (deep, deep. down in my shallow little heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate overrated-emowannabes who look much nicer with gelled up hair and a tuxe (thats you, adam!).&lt;br /&gt;And please, don't tell me LAME sick jokes.&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/8096127904398088719-5159706618958987310?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/5159706618958987310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=5159706618958987310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5159706618958987310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5159706618958987310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/04/future-cybertron.html' title='future cybertron'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-4200323297252253185</id><published>2009-03-20T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T18:57:48.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your wishful thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tracy's house for History. We finished the movie review already haha! Although *cough* it was not me that did all the work, so i'm feeling a bit guilty. D: Her dad cooked us something called Penang noodles who i hadn't eaten before but i must say its abit bland so meian kept on adding soy sauce even T's dad was...awed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Junction 8 with meian yesterday. Was kind of boring though, mainly because both of us had been there for like so many times so its gets really boring! Never mind i love meian's company, she was hesitating for 5 minutes whether to buy the italian soda wih desert or just the italian soda. She asked me and i was really bent on giving her unhelpful advice. Nearly got a Playstation for playing games but i lost andthere goes my PS3. D: I screamed and meian was like "your sound effects very good huh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Mraz's concert! I cannot believed I missed it for some stupid lifeskills camp watching some lame movie called the School of Rock. I really appreciate the class's help for choosing this movie which is decent enough than Gandhi or some other shit historical film. But i really would love to go jasonmraz's concert!! DD: I heard the tickets were sold out just after 4 hours it was released. He's so much better than "talentless posers" and "manufactered pop". Gah i can't stop rambling about how shitty disney is now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disney used to rock my world (i know it seems exaggerated) and classics like lion king, the little mermaid, are all so good and their songs are really done beautifully! Look at DIsney now, full of bubblegum pop stars with really no singing talent, acting talent, and even dancing talent! Jonas brothers are like the epitome of failure in my mind, look at the three of them. Magazines mention them as "prince charming" and all other shit like omgwtfbbq. They are on the cover on Teenage this month so please abstain. :D Also, JB also claim that they read the bible everyday before they sleep and they were chastity rings which says that they will remain a virgin until they get married. HAHAH which kid in America would read the bible every night? Their only saving grace is that shu told me their parents were PASTORS????!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demi Lovato and Miley Cyrus are worse still. OHMEGOSH miley dissed the great Radiohead because they didn't want to meet her during the grammys! Sh quoted "I'm going to ruin them!" Its so immature saying such things on tv/whatever method. SHe even said that because they didn't meet the (high and mighty) Hannah Montana its their loss. Hello? Who said its a loss not to see you? I rather spend my day looking at some random ugly dude called Jack Black than look at your stupid face!!! Poor radiohead luckily they are so calm and composed (unlike a certain someone *cough*). I love radiohead! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND DemiLovato? She's just plain plain and no talent for singing and dancing. Did you see the camp rock thingy on tv? Her mouth is HUGE! (: Oprah anyone? And hear the Get Back song. She screams like shit okay! I have to change channel everytime i hear TS, JB, MC, and DL! Stupid 987 for always playing their songs!! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People just listen to what mtv tells them. How stupid. Shuhui and me have decided Disney is shit so we like to listen to P!ATD and MCR and Oasis and Radiohead and all that bands. They are the ones with more talent, even without the help from (lousy) Disney. All Disney wants to do is make more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh and i remember Metro Station suddenly. The lead singer Trace Cyrus is, yup you guessed that right, is freaking miley cyrus's brother!? Come on how bad can the family genes be? My sister took away all the pretty genes leaving almost nothing for me but the Cyrus family?? I wouldn't want to post a picture of Trace in case it gets blocked by the school computer. xD Seriously he's super ugly and lots of piercings and tattoos everywhere but at least he'sgot some decent singing skill. I would have liked MS if not for Miley Cyrus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT she has enough "fans" to care about people who hate her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LADY GAGA CANNOT POSE!!! SHE CANNOT SING!!! SHE'S SO UGLY!!!! I cannot stand talentless posers like omgwtfbbq even everybody above mentioned is better than she. Her platinum blond hair is definitely DUMBBLOND like she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453372226780466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/ScRIrfe6vTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/78aqfIlkdWI/s320/allaccess-s01e06-ladygaga-justdance-052008-aol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453366358190802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/ScRIrJnvKtI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_OoZSnaQQjM/s320/ladygagatrl_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315453367241563250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/ScRIrM6WXHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/S7rY85Up0Pc/s320/1125_donatella_gaga_getty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG some people say she's chio but CHIO MY FOOT AH! And the first picture, She's trying to copy Liam Gallagher (&lt;3)&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ciao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-4200323297252253185?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/4200323297252253185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=4200323297252253185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/4200323297252253185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/4200323297252253185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-wishful-thinking.html' title='Your wishful thinking.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/ScRIrfe6vTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/78aqfIlkdWI/s72-c/allaccess-s01e06-ladygaga-justdance-052008-aol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-1920488585517757029</id><published>2009-03-07T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:32:08.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana you -.-</title><content type='html'>Hey who wants to go nude tanning with me? I hate my uneven tans!! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-1920488585517757029?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/1920488585517757029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=1920488585517757029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1920488585517757029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1920488585517757029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/03/banana-you.html' title='Banana you -.-'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-8669887739531899327</id><published>2009-02-28T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:06:55.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Looked down on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 81%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You have a very high self image. You're the kind of person that loves being in the center of attention. You're very outgoing, and outspoken. You also always have to look you're best. Whether going out, or just hanging out with the girls if you're not looking great you're not happy. You're a natural born leader, and love when people look up to you. You're worst fear is that someone won't like you, or look up to you. If someone criticized or critiqued you to the point that people stopped wanting to hang around you, or began thinking less of you that would be your worst nightmare. You secretly really want to be liked, respected and appreciated by others. A good way to make sure that people have a positive view of you is to consider their thoughts and feelings also. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 74%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 52%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 48%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 40%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 33%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 31%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-8669887739531899327?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/8669887739531899327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=8669887739531899327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/8669887739531899327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/8669887739531899327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-5005954134308129322</id><published>2009-02-28T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:33:10.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking of you</title><content type='html'>The thought of &lt;s&gt;the goddam&lt;/s&gt; syf completely overshadows the excitement of lifeskills camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, the worst is that i have higher chinese exam on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HIGHER CHINESE&lt;/span&gt; YOU KNOW omgwtfbbq my (and everyone else except the prc's) most hated subject! Fuck chinese i hate it so much. (: Was telling ma how i wanted to emigrate to england and tahdah! no more chinese in my life (au revoir!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kill myself, at least after the lifeskills camp.D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch CCOBB (curious case...you know it) but haven't got the time thanks to the goddam SIAs. Sleeping more and more in class now, esp chinese culture (another fucking boring subject with a goddam sian teacher). Almost everyone who talks during CC was asked to say/read some stupid chinese poem (slapped yy cos she was reciting it during cca ._.) No one even knows why we have to study chinese culture. Like its going to help you?? (some claim its to get in touch with your roots but i beg to difer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aurevoir&lt;br /&gt;sx (not sex okay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-5005954134308129322?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/5005954134308129322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=5005954134308129322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5005954134308129322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5005954134308129322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-you.html' title='thinking of you'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-2166647632648624839</id><published>2009-02-25T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:15:37.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sugar.</title><content type='html'>Tired, screwed up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Table is like a pile of shit, haven't got a single subject file ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;Cca is boring, sitting there and stoning there all day while juns prance&lt;br /&gt;around on stage.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating shitty mortals who bug you just to want to know&lt;br /&gt;who their angel is.&lt;br /&gt;Copied almost every single shitty math and science&lt;br /&gt;worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese SIA, Science SIA, History SIA, Math SIA, Geog SIA. Not&lt;br /&gt;done/finished yet. Caught for having a short skirt, seriously, its just that i&lt;br /&gt;have long legs and she's jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need motivation. ): Badly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the only motivation is LSC, which is oh-so-resplendent! (: Transferred to SW (get to spray water and throw water bombs at poor peeps) instead of QTT. Grateful to the class for being so proactive (like pimple cream!) and bringing all those bottles. :) Now 209 will only need to bring...two more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese is like another piece of shit in my life. The teech is omgwtfbbq boring. She rambles on with no consideration for our thoughts and feelings and eyelids. Science isn't better either, the stupid lab is like so dry (hence the need for oxy 5) and its so fucking bright. Hello the sun from outside is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is shit. The only other subjects that aren't shit are History Math and Music.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so shitty that half the class don't listen (not &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; of course) and mama and trace sleep in class as often as you poop. lol. Me too, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juns are so bloody irritating. I mean they are cute and bitchy like us but so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;"eh who's my angel tell meeeee!" can often be heard during lunch or recess. Bloody hell. &lt;div&gt;I remember when i was a jun i did not hit any senior's head (thats disrespect hahahaha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i have an impressive vocabulary of curse words now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught for having a short skirt during assembly. i was practically choking with laughter and thinking if guys would get caught with short shorts. Anyway, shorts are meant to be short right? :) OMGWTFBBQ funny. So i gave her this really innocent look and told her i didn't fold. I am thinking she may be a paedophile, because she wanted me to lift my jacket (rhymes with jackess). Shit i am really insecure now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to chiong my chinese compo. Sorry for not updating for so long, as if anyone reads it anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-2166647632648624839?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/2166647632648624839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=2166647632648624839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/2166647632648624839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/2166647632648624839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/02/were-going-down-down.html' title='Oh sugar.'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-7375713075402336453</id><published>2009-01-20T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:20:32.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh teacher? Will this be graded?"</title><content type='html'>Ah finally had the time to update my blog. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson was ^%%$^*&amp;amp;^%$ boring lah. According to MAMA tomorrow we'll be baking cookies. Must save some for my lovely! Trace and Pong came back today from P5 camp!! Miss them so much! Especially trace's never-ending blabbering and my twin. &gt;( So when i went back to class they were already there and pearl started telling me about this weird junior and his crush on this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know there's this boy called ___ (forgot) and he liked this girl called G. So he was speaking to G and his saliva flew to G and G was like "EEE so disgusting". And you know what he said? "you like it right next time you will taste it in my mouth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;Pong continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then when we went to sentosa, he told G, "eh next time when i grow up i'm going to live here i have bungalow and lamborgini and YOU (loudly while pointing at G) will stay here with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;So corrupted. Tsk. Juniors these days are so...you know. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE OASIS AND SAVAGE GARDEN BUT LIKE WTF THE SINGER FOR SG IS GAY TO SOMEONE WITH THE SURNAME CULLEN. wikipedia him and you'll find out. Then the other one is like married to the chupchup woman of hi5. WALAO i still like her alot then you know! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait that was highly random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess i was playing the grudge escape game, then i asked YH to come and see. To continue you needed to enter your name and initial, so i wanted to type yihao's name, and she SCREAMED right into my poor ear and tried to backspace it. Something about being superstitious. Hello that lovely game was created by someone older than your father? (: Anyway thats the new game me and mama like so we kept playing during lunch and recess. Hee sorry Yk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG speaking of ma she cut her hair short! She looks very emo now. Emo mama. ): But she's still weird you know. And i just realised we sat together since Sec one! WAHAHA whole everyone was changing places we sat together! ^^ I love my mama so much lah! And today the chinese compre she got 44 then the (*&amp;amp;^%$ teacher counted as 36. WTF? We were silently cursing away. Well, we cannot blame the teacher entirely, she's old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec ones joined us for club run on monday. And when we finished they were all like going-to-die sort. At first the seniors wanted two rounds around the track like HUH UNFAIR. When we were sec ones (hmm sounds familiar) we ran at the peak of the afternoon, &lt;em&gt;underneath the sweltering hot sun wanting to melt us into a puddle of...melted ice cream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So returning to my previous point, there was this certain someone, who acted pitiful by isolating herself as if she's very exhausted. ROFLMAO. Then she sat in the middle of our seniors talking. I think she wanted to talk to the seniors but un-fortunately no one even noticed her. Well, yeah. Later we were told that she didn't appreciate the running and thought it was a waste of time. D seems to like her though, but her acting is so good that its hard to determine. :D But most of my batch doesn't like her. Opinions can change though. &lt;em&gt;first impressions can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand nerdy yet bitchy people whose eyes are only on grades. think for yourself who it is. Trace and mama knows right. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, will this be graded?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, will this be graded?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, will this be graded?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, will this be graded?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, will this be graded?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, will this be graded?"&lt;br /&gt;"Teacher, will this be graded?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD. Screw you man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back this friday for CNY. Unity doesn't have half day though. EEE YUCK. But still abit hesitant because jiaying chingyee and such are not going back. RAWR so unfair screw you SYF man. Good luck to mel who has cca on friday! (Always a price, you know. If you don't see ___, you get extra cca.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My student handbook (with my love's letter inside) is with WING! OMGOMGOMG I'm so dead she is going to show it to everybody oh no man. )); And rottenpapaya put my lovely name as her new name so her mortal is like "hey are you my angel" so i just stoned there but luckily someone else asked me some weird random question so yeah. I haven't replied my mortal but nvm, as if she'll reply fast anw. D: Stupid vivian keep bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I'm going to make that fiona girl remember my name. Her class is just&lt;br /&gt;beside mine HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;sx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-7375713075402336453?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/7375713075402336453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/7375713075402336453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-teacher-will-this-be-graded.html' title='&quot;Oh teacher? Will this be graded?&quot;'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-5218443837144705097</id><published>2009-01-16T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:55:43.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh gosh</title><content type='html'>I shall be good and finish my homework before blogging. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-5218443837144705097?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-3475235688172544717</id><published>2009-01-09T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:23:14.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick revival of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAPtTS0TYtU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is gonna be the day&lt;br /&gt;That theyre gonna throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you shouldve somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realised what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat the word was on the street&lt;br /&gt;That the fire in your heart is out&lt;br /&gt;Im sure youve heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;But you never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe that anybody feels&lt;br /&gt;The way I do about you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads we have to walk are winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would&lt;br /&gt;Like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;But I dont know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna be the one that saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;Youre my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was gonna be the day?&lt;br /&gt;But theyll never throw it back to you&lt;br /&gt;By now you shouldve somehow&lt;br /&gt;Realised what youre not to do&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe that anybody&lt;br /&gt;Feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;About you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the roads that lead you there were winding&lt;br /&gt;And all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that I would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna be the one that saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said maybe&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna be the one that saves me ?&lt;br /&gt;And after all&lt;br /&gt;You're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said maybe&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;Youre gonna be the one that saves me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-3475235688172544717?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-2384803931402345677</id><published>2008-12-16T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T02:45:27.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me the truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;During the short period of time that i've known you, you have made my life HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I really hated you right from the start. From your looks to your facial expressions to your words and everything! The only part why i like you, is that you are filthy rich. Why do you think i treat you so well? Why do you think i even bother smiling at you and saying good morning to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can call me a bloody hypocrite. But thats the way of the world, isn't it? You get your relationships with other people right, life is gonna be a whole lot easier. Nanyang is all about group work, so that emphasizes the importance of relations. PR, our speech training teacher might call it. Now you finally get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you really think a medical certificate can get you out of anything? From _____ to ______, you never turned up. But maybe thats a good thing, so none of the other groups will have to put up with such a bitch like you. Kudos to you for that. *** isn't like you at all. She tries her very busy, although albiet shy and such, but effort alone is very commendable already! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You need to change. Tears and medical certificates cannot save you from anything in the future. I don't want you to be ostrocised, because upper sec and jc life is going to be a bitch on you if you don't handle your PR well. I have my enemies, but i also have my friends. How about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So please. Be more responsive in class. Stop tugging at the freaking ugly fringe of yours thinking its like nice or whatnot. Do not shy away frm group work, these are valuable learniing experiences. You can just ask any group if you want to join them, if they have vacancies, they will let you in. But remember, its their group, if they reject you, go look for another group! Don't just sit around stoning then rely on the teacher to find a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can bitch about me to other people. I don't really care. I'm used to it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;au reviour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sixian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AUREVIOUR mydear readers! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixiannnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-2384803931402345677?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/2384803931402345677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=2384803931402345677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/2384803931402345677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/2384803931402345677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2008/12/tell-me-truth.html' title='Tell me the truth'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-7500574476536320667</id><published>2008-12-16T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:06:38.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire my Ignition</title><content type='html'>Bangkok is really boring, so i shall not bother to blog about it. Its just a shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I really hate&lt;br /&gt;people who blog&lt;br /&gt;like this.&lt;br /&gt;Because its so irritating&lt;br /&gt;for readers to read&lt;br /&gt;and it gives me&lt;br /&gt;a mighty big headache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so i heard twilight isn't really good, reading YY and Tracy's review. Sighs actually i wanted to watch it and then complain to tracy how it really sucks, but now i think its a complete waste of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert pattinson really pales in comparison to GASPARD ULLIEL. Gosh gaspard "has a face that looks as if its carved by angels" [Shrek 2 if you find it familiar], and a nice rocking body. Robert? none. He looks constipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably vampires don't shit. So a century's worth of shit and urine and whatever else remains blocked, trapped and compressed behind his mighty strong asshole. (must be strong to keep it from coming out, or else other vamps will laugh at a shit-producing vampire :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it comes to the problem of odour, Edward sprays lots and lots of perfume (YvesSaintLaurent's is very STRONG and sweet smelling, Chanel is good too.) on the blood before drinking it, and turns out to have a pretty good effect! Bella soon thinks his bowel smell is nice and sexy and whatnot, and falls even deeper in love with him {simply stupid to love someone because of his body smells}. So, bella is a fan of YSL, who passed away somewhere this year. So sad right, now Edward lost one of his main pillars of support for &lt;s&gt;body&lt;/s&gt; shit odour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder how vampires run so fast? If you think you know how, you are beginning to keep up with my bullet-train speed of thoughts! Congratulations and celebrations! You can't figure out? Well, he "runs" by FARTING, you blockhead-baka-alibaba! Sometimes they accidentely open their asshole and BANG!, they run straight into a tree~! so over time, they learn to control and perfect their asshole. Finally, when some other farting vamp is chasing them, they open up their asshole, and WAHPIANG, all the poisonous and toxic gases hibernating in their ass gushes out and propels them forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, YSL perfume is very strong so it influences all the rest of the toxic gases to "smell" good, so even if edward runs, bella doesn't smell it, cos she has a demented sense of smell. Maybe the normal human nose can smell a hint of YSL but i suppose she doesn't. How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson applied too much blush when he's supposed to be PALE. So it caused me to think he's constipated. Heh. And the director says he's "pale enough". Walao like that even i can be a vampire. Maybe i can be the queen of the Vampires. [Carlisle Cullen is HAWT!] The lousy director even says "robert and bella [i think her name is tristen stewart] has a chemistry like no other" WOW i most certainly &lt;s&gt;disagree&lt;/s&gt; agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i feel so happy! Listening to Good Charlotte's goodmorningrevival. Its very good! Love Joel Madden! :D He has a voice suitable for rock! Not like secondhand seranade, who sound like someone whose voice haven't broken yet, really immature. Damn high pitch and i hate the song "fall for you" more than Duffy's "mercy"! Yuck i prefer all american rejects because their songs are more than "i love you but you broke my heart but i forgive you" type of songs that SHS has. &gt;( Maybe thats why im so sick of David Archuleta now. I want P!ATD's pretty odd and Jason Mraz's we-song-we-dance-we-steal-things! Anyone who has it lend me okay! Thai music stores have lots of thai CD's i don't understand i single freaking word. &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone. I pushed him away from me. Now i want him back. Please come back. I'm sorry for the countless abuse i inflicted on you. Forgive me. I will shower more love and care for you, i will become a more responsible girlfriend. I will not shout curse words at you and chase you out of the house when you make mistakes. Please. I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've heard me plead for you so its time to come back.&lt;em&gt;Or else i would get another one, more goodlooking, more sexy, more versatile, more friendly&lt;/em&gt;.  GAH there goes my #%^&amp;amp;^#$ handphone. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au reviour&lt;br /&gt;sixian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-7500574476536320667?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/7500574476536320667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=7500574476536320667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/7500574476536320667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/7500574476536320667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2008/12/fire-my-ignition.html' title='Fire my Ignition'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-3239688963742333437</id><published>2008-12-09T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T04:10:38.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my latest entry just go &lt;a href="http://touch-theskies.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not be posting anytime soon, being in THAILAND! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;br /&gt;sixian(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-3239688963742333437?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/3239688963742333437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=3239688963742333437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/3239688963742333437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/3239688963742333437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-peeps-for-my-latest-entry-just-go.html' title=''/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-433247163385883207</id><published>2008-11-21T18:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:31:33.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Brisingr and its -____-''' ! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about this bozo called Eragon whose mind-partner is an oversized amphibian, and in this book eragon's best buddy AKA his half brother killed eragon's teacher and dragon because he was jealous of the teacher's good looks (Eragon's teacher is an elf, and in the book they have pretty faces nice muscles blah blah blah. Oh and long lives too!). Then it ends with eragon holding the dead reptile's HEART. OMG can you imagine him tearing the heart out! :OOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm finishing noraroberts's Sanctuary and its not very nice because it involves this woman called Jo (convienient name) and she kanna stalk by her boyfriend's i-thought-you-were-dead brother. Their dad murdered Jo's mum. RANDOM RIGHT? And the i-thought-you-were-dead brother murders TWO more women on the island (yup they own an entire island) calling it as practise before killing Jo, and he has a diary containing all the pictures of dead nude women. Stupid guy says "Jo is the woman for me" when in reality Jo likes his bro. -_- Retarded Male-Chauvinistic-Pig. Haiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG this i think its quite scary. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went to LOVELYJIAYING'S house! We played majong for dunno how long and I WON! Ahaha the noob who isn't really very familiar with pokercards won in majong! OMG my ego now is like so freaking high. :D Went to Lot One foodcourt and saw nanyang seniors so scary! okay then she showed me her class pic OMFG its so freaking hilarious because out of the three rows, two solid rows are girls and only one row of boys! How pathetic... And jiaying pointed out _______'s face and said many girls like to flirt with him?! Oh my tian he is so nerdy ugly and his NOSE IS HUGE! Any hci guy would look better than him larh! Other than that nothing is good about him can. And i heard he has a gf and they are going to break up! :O That simply calls for a celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say love has no reasons. OMFG thats not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah have to go now to buy champagne for celebration. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;br /&gt;sixian ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-433247163385883207?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/433247163385883207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=433247163385883207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/433247163385883207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/433247163385883207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2008/11/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-5637402659951188285</id><published>2008-11-21T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:00:02.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;When you see my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;When you walk my way&lt;br /&gt;I hope it gives you hell, I hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;If you find a man that's worth the damn and treats you well&lt;br /&gt;Then he's a fool you're just as well hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;Hope it gives you hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to post about.I am so horriblyterriblyinsanelymandlytruly BORED! &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents went to the P1 orientation with my sister and now I'm stuck at home with nothing to do. Oh wells then the next thing i know I'm sitting right in front of my laptop and typing here. (;&lt;br /&gt;okay just changed my blogskin to something skinny, in the hope that I'll be like that too (not linear of course heehee). And I went bloghopping and visited some really freaking lame class blogs, not that ours is damn cool but it contains things like "___ rocks and rules TO MY SOCKS AND SHOES"? At first i thought it was a grammatical error and its okay to say your class rocks but people from ___ should not sound like that! OMG i'm tearing cos i laughed too hard. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;How i hate people who lock their blogs up and bitch and bitch endlessly about people. I mean if you want to bitch just bitch openly luhh? Its really suspicious even if you DON'T bitch. Gah i'll just stop talking about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with the world for now- just stoning at home watching some movie (Gramaphone is having CLEARENCE SALE from $1!!!!!) and reading the "oh-so-disturbing book" Inheritance, nora roberts and jodi picoult. :D Probably because i don't have to see people i don't like... I just bought JUNO and WALLE and Keane's album yesterday as well as third eragon book and some jodi picoult book. As for the circle trilogy, maybe another time? Meanwhile i have no idea what to do for our batch outing but it'll be fun kay! YAY i promise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know someday i'll be bitching around with my clique so i better make use of this happy and glorious time to slack! &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Choral and Drama night, i'll be posting the pictures at a later date. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;au revoir&lt;br /&gt;sixian(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-5637402659951188285?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/5637402659951188285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=5637402659951188285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5637402659951188285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/5637402659951188285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-see-my-face-i-hope-it-gives.html' title=''/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096127904398088719.post-1171032195585650502</id><published>2008-11-21T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:58:50.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m back to kill your eyes again! (:I shall talk about something good and happy.NY!&lt;br /&gt;So the school year has officially ended, December holidays are here. It has been a very fun year, much more interesting and eventful than most of my primary school life. From the lifeskills camp and youth day funfair, all were much more successful and fun (than primary school), thanks to my friends who bimbo with me and the nice teachers who shed their stern image and relax and have fun with us crazy students! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays, I would really miss Nanyang. The people, the nice computer labs even, AND THE FOOD! Oh glorious food I would really miss, my chicken teriyaki, balado chips and lormaikai! Of course, I would really miss the lovely friends that I had made during this short year. I would like to thank some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tracy Saw:for all the bimbo-ing and sympathizing when I complain about some asshole that I know, and all the screaming about oh-so-hot guys, like Chris Evans, Lelouch Lamperouge and Orlando Bloom! A really big thank you and kiss goes out to you! Love you for all that you’ve done, like letting me copy your work and lending me books and CDs! Rawr! (: Hope you like the blog I’ve done up for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chai Ming Sei:for accompanying me down to the canteen to eat when there was no one else to, and tolerating my taunts about Samuel or Gabriel. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, you may not be the greatest bitching partner but its still nice to tell you about my fustrations! Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chan Mei An:for being my glorious tablemate for ONE YEAR and tolerating my frequent mood swings and complaints about lousy grades. You are really nice to bitch to about you know…some people and nice to poke! Mei An, for your present, which no one else would have, a sack of FERTILISER! Must use it wisely for your armpits okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yip Pearl:for being my twin and crazy-ing partner and bitching partner! Love your company and that really makes me happy and SMILE! :-D Happy happy happy! I love going out with you andbehaving really bimbotic in public or stalking people! Teehee… I’m so looking forward to going out with you to watch Quantum of Solace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Chan:for being my lovely batchmate as well as classmate! Complaining to you about seniors never made me fail to be in a better mood! Thank you for putting up with my idiocraziness and lots of teddy bear hugs! Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emobatch:for giving me something to look forward when there’s cca and always making my day by sharing opinions about stinking actors and shows and songs! I think we broke the record by having the most PSLs in a batch! LOL.xD Lets rock everyone’s sexy socks off yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leanne Yap:even we weren’t REALLY VERY close but still quite good friends yeah? I really enjoyed your “jokes” and other crazy things you said in class that made everyone laugh like hell. ((: Thanks for the monster lollipop that you gave, it was such a pity that I couldn’t finish it because we had stinking assembly. Gah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closure assembly was well, touching. Its nice to hear teachers say good things about you, which they rarely do. It fells really good to hear teachers say you are an active and lively bunch when obviously you don’t listen to them in class because you are too busy talking and sms-ing under the table. When the slideshow began playing about all the events that had happened during the year I felt like crying. Because this year was so good I didn’t want it to end. Because it felt good being the youngest in the whole school. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more homework and stinking projects. That’s like the only thing to look forward to in the holidays other than a nice trip to Venice or something like that. I remember everyone used to sacrifice their lunch time to copy homework from those very hardworking and smart dudettes! I remember that was how I managed to scrap an A1 for my Science subjects. (; Ahh, I love my class. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;sixian(: 思贤&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8096127904398088719-1171032195585650502?l=ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/feeds/1171032195585650502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8096127904398088719&amp;postID=1171032195585650502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1171032195585650502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8096127904398088719/posts/default/1171032195585650502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthe-resplendent.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>sx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11350184144741048065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vOZc75oN604/SrXIe_fEMFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vruKB0x3-A0/S220/670hw8.jpg.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
