<?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-236859817645567550</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:26:07.739+09:30</updated><title type='text'>The Brightest Hour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phillip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562175257121480359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/Stfc9_rXLTI/AAAAAAAAEGw/gC9zuJHCTw0/S220/C.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-236859817645567550.post-2998074470140783151</id><published>2009-11-06T17:29:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:38:19.658+10:30</updated><title type='text'>It's terrible when a relationship is over, but only you know.</title><content type='html'>I think i'm gonna start another blog in &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier/faster to upload photos there so it's perfect for people like me who is big on photos and lazy to type much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, it looks so much cooler than blogspot. Don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/236859817645567550-2998074470140783151?l=thebrightesthour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/feeds/2998074470140783151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-terrible-when-relationship-is-over.html#comment-form' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/2998074470140783151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/2998074470140783151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-terrible-when-relationship-is-over.html' title='It&apos;s terrible when a relationship is over, but only you know.'/><author><name>Phillip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562175257121480359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/Stfc9_rXLTI/AAAAAAAAEGw/gC9zuJHCTw0/S220/C.JPG'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-236859817645567550.post-9132062609469043117</id><published>2009-11-05T03:57:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:19:52.196+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Just don't let me disappear. Imma tell you everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Oh my god, One Republic's new album 'Waking Up'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; is pure sex. So much so, their new released single 'Secrets' made me cry. I kid you not. This is a great song. &lt;/span&gt;One that sadly I can relate with&lt;span&gt;. It's just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna upload the video here but youtube disabled all the e&lt;/span&gt;mbedding of this song. Meh. So instead, i'm uploading a cover version by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/JenniferJChung" onmousedown="yt.analytics.urchinTracker('/Events/VideoWatch/ChannelNameLink');" class="hLink fn n contributor"&gt;JenniferJChung&lt;/a&gt; who is obscenely talented as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cP2pCZwtO-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cP2pCZwtO-U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/236859817645567550-9132062609469043117?l=thebrightesthour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/feeds/9132062609469043117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-dont-let-me-disappear-imma-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/9132062609469043117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/9132062609469043117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-dont-let-me-disappear-imma-tell.html' title='Just don&apos;t let me disappear. Imma tell you everything.'/><author><name>Phillip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562175257121480359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/Stfc9_rXLTI/AAAAAAAAEGw/gC9zuJHCTw0/S220/C.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-236859817645567550.post-374227570064529759</id><published>2009-10-22T21:30:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:20:29.756+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Updates and rants. Mainly rants.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for delaying again. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been telling you guys i would update this blog more often but forgive me. I'm busy with you know, stuff and more stuff. And god forbid, for some reasons, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always ridiculously compelled to update at the most ungodly hour like the night before a major exam or an assignment comes due, which is exactly the case here.&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you know me well enough, it should be no surprise to you that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gonna pull an all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tonight to churn out an assignment which dues tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I wish i have more self-discipline. Oh well.&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick by the way. ): Yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; telling you, especially if you didn't even know i was sick to begin with. It started out as a chest infection, which dragged on for several weeks. Hence a few days ago, i went to see another doctor considering the first time didn't had much effect on me&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Although now that the infection has cleared up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still having some coughs and mild sore throat. I wondered if it has anything to do with my irregular medication intake. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tehee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;VEENEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I JUST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;TEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-ED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my medications all day today since the cough syrup causes severe drowsiness and i am not drinking anything unless it's packed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;muthafucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; loads of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Come cook for me, do my chores and throw in a foot rub while you're at it and i will love you long time. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. I realised something lately. Something i rather not. It's bout a friend. Sort of. Have you ever wondered how can people be so selfish sometimes? Some things happened lately and needless to say, they've been bothering me. I'm vastly disappointed. Truth be told, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; always knew she was the selfish type but i never thought she would be selfish to me. To think that we had a strong friendship and i would be treated differently than the others is just plain ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could learn something from this, it would be not to trust that easily. I know it's one helluva cliche. But it's one of those cliche phrases you see countless times and you think you get it but you don't, until something actually happens and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. A couple of days ago, someone commented on my weight. He's a friend of my sister. Coming from an independent source meant a lot. It just goes to show all my hard work is starting to pay off. All those nights which i stayed up for no apparent reasons, munching on junks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facebooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LKYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? ARE WE EVEN CLOSE ENOUGH TO HAVE THAT CONVERSATION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually that was barely a conversation cause i only replied with a cleaver stabbed into his skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat and unloved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/236859817645567550-374227570064529759?l=thebrightesthour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/feeds/374227570064529759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-and-rants-mainly-rants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/374227570064529759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/374227570064529759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-and-rants-mainly-rants.html' title='Updates and rants. Mainly rants.'/><author><name>Phillip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12562175257121480359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__9JG-tqprtw/Stfc9_rXLTI/AAAAAAAAEGw/gC9zuJHCTw0/S220/C.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-236859817645567550.post-5365024403594619254</id><published>2009-10-03T01:17:00.002+09:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T02:48:35.841+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My room seems wrong. The bed won't fit and i can not seem to operate.</title><content type='html'>Here we go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/236859817645567550-5365024403594619254?l=thebrightesthour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/feeds/5365024403594619254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-all-we-need-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/5365024403594619254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/236859817645567550/posts/default/5365024403594619254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrightesthour.blogspot.com/2009/10/cause-all-we-need-is-love.html' title='My room seems wrong. 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