<?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-3592905536116714494</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:06:39.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STAND TALL</title><subtitle type='html'>I wish I was witty</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-519816402400207865</id><published>2008-05-26T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T08:08:08.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know there's something wrong with my brain when my doodles are:&lt;br /&gt;a carrot (triangular with some leaves on top), an onion (rather pretty really), a potato (some random blob-ish shape), and a yam (stick figure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered in P6, when Huishi asked me, "Why are you in such a bad mood today?" I didn't realise that I was being moody, and it made me try to change my mood/attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly realised that now, I miss that kind of openness, knowing that we can be 100% honest with each other, and that it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I don't know why but I'm becoming some sentimental wimp. I love reading and re-reading chat logs (yes I save them, so say nice things on msn!) and e-mails. The shortest, sweetest one's the best, where they just ask if you're ok 'cause you weren't smiling. These kind of things give me warm fuzzy feelings, knowing that people care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-519816402400207865?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/519816402400207865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=519816402400207865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/519816402400207865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/519816402400207865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-know-theres-something-wrong-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-154124138741131413</id><published>2008-05-13T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:42:26.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this point in time, the rest of JC life seems very intimidating. It's amazing how many things some people can do, and I shall aspire to be the same. (: June hols seem really really short right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs to be More Efficient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will not let work consume my life. Importance of a social life! ( =blowing loads of money away. All the lunches, dinners, concerts AND LECTURE NOTES are eating my $$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSDs. Feels like CLs. Both starts with 'C', and there are 3 of us. The dynamics is incredibly different though (doesn't help that there's a guy now too!) but I believe that we will make it. We can, we must, we shall, and we will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Now. PROPOSALS, where are you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-154124138741131413?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/154124138741131413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=154124138741131413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/154124138741131413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/154124138741131413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-this-point-in-time-rest-of-jc-life.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-5595694183063225739</id><published>2008-05-01T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:06:50.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to get my life back on track. Sometimes, I don't even know what I'm doing, or why I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, why does time fly by so quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of turning into the kind of person that I dislike (omg melodrama!), but I can't really pull back now. And it's not like it's a bad thing..? But it feels like Sec 2 all over again. Damnzit, I don't want the same thing to happen again, but. Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I say 'haii' a lot now. Will sighing too much make my hair fall out! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new resolution is to be a better classmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-5595694183063225739?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/5595694183063225739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=5595694183063225739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/5595694183063225739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/5595694183063225739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-to-get-my-life-back-on-track.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-6385194447006806433</id><published>2008-04-19T00:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:57:28.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The more I think about it, the more I hope that I can be a part of the BOD. And that maybe I should have done more somehow somewhere. And so I must stop thinking about it, and just hope for the best. And if the best does not happen, I'll just be happy for the rest. And &lt;em&gt;do my best&lt;/em&gt; for everything else that comes my way(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-6385194447006806433?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/6385194447006806433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=6385194447006806433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6385194447006806433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6385194447006806433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-i-think-about-it-more-i-hope-that.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-1020438706808201231</id><published>2008-04-18T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:56:41.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been extremely tired the past few days, for some reason. Slept at 1+am last night, was supposed to wake up at 8 or earlier this morning, ended up waking up at 9.15 (eh not bad, about 8h of sleep!), rushed and got to school at 10.10 for LTTA, still half-asleep. Which wasn't good, because you actually need brains and think during LTTA. Total mental workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am still sleepy now, but I will!!!complete PW today. As in, GPP. I missed a certain CCA camp so that I can meet up online k! Otherwise I would have spent the entire day in school -morning LTTA, afternoon camp, night campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been quite a... packed week. Loads of things happened, and I had a lot of things to say, but... not quite in the mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I must say that AA was awesome. Sec 4s, and Guides, have totally done themselves proud. And we are incredibly happy for all of them. I think the best part was when the technical difficulties popped up, but &lt;em&gt;the show must go on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomez(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos another day! After 01's show tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have told me I'm crazy for going back for all the Guides stuff when I'm not even (officially) a Guide anymore, but who cares. I like it. Guides makes me feel happy and full of love for everyone. Love love love makes the world go round!♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-1020438706808201231?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/1020438706808201231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=1020438706808201231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/1020438706808201231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/1020438706808201231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-been-extremely-tired-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-1451120320013026942</id><published>2008-04-11T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:32:45.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, JC is incredibly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't talk to a person without worrying about whether that person gets the wrong idea and a) do &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;awkward&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/em&gt;things, or b) avoid you. And when a) happens, you do b) in response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you didn't mean &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-1451120320013026942?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/1451120320013026942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=1451120320013026942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/1451120320013026942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/1451120320013026942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/04/sometimes-jc-is-incredibly-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-7981034165214892058</id><published>2008-04-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:39:35.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I need a little more luck than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I get stuck, the words won't fit&lt;br /&gt;But everytime that I try I get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a little more help than a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Like the perfect one word no one's heard yet&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime that I try to get tongue tied&lt;br /&gt;I need a little good luck to get me by this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels like again&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be here again&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground&lt;br /&gt;So we never fall down again&lt;br /&gt;And what it takes I don't care&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it I swear&lt;br /&gt;And we could help each other off the ground&lt;br /&gt;So we never fall down again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song keeps playing over and over in my head. Not that I'm thinking of anyone or anything like that. It's just a really nice song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting myself into a lot of things, and I hope that I can manage them. Jiayou! It's good that I'm pretty happy nowadays. Seriously, it feels good to just be a girl and talk about pretty colours, clothes and bags. Frivolous, but fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-7981034165214892058?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/7981034165214892058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=7981034165214892058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/7981034165214892058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/7981034165214892058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-little-more-luck-than-little-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-882510895232150591</id><published>2008-04-08T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T06:01:25.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee hee, I have a new love that is Psyduck. The pokemon craze in class is hilarious and very very fun. I am currently stuck in Goldenrod City playing slots on the slots machine. Oh dear, gambling addiction! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're interested, I can show you the Psyduck I have on my phone's wallpaper. It makes me laugh every time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of phones, I need a new bling phone. My current one (only 1.5 years!!!) is scratched rather horribly, but it still functions well so I kind of cannot bear to part with it. And besides, my pokemon game is in there. So phone catalogue browsing shall be put off for the time being. I hope that it can last at least till June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my phone, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friends are the ultimatez best. -is happy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-882510895232150591?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/882510895232150591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=882510895232150591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/882510895232150591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/882510895232150591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/04/hee-hee-i-have-new-love-that-is-psyduck.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-3017075592540085691</id><published>2008-04-01T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:35:12.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother has an issue with my 'likes'. As in, me saying the word 'like' in every other sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Denise: So she said XX and then I was like, XXX so it was like, XXX. Then someone else said something. After that, we were like...&lt;br /&gt;Mother: You keep saying 'like'.&lt;br /&gt;D: ?&lt;br /&gt;M: It's not good, it's going to become your 'kou tou tan' and you can't get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh. Ok. -starts speaking Really Slowly so that I can watch what I say-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while,&lt;br /&gt;Mother: You're doing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sign of indignation (hahaha freedom of speech!), I am Refusing to Speak, so that I will have zero chance of uttering the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 3:17:47 since I last said a word AND COUNTING. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm serious, I've the stopwatch going on my phone)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, I'm quite &lt;s&gt;immature&lt;/s&gt;idiot right. Damnzit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-3017075592540085691?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/3017075592540085691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=3017075592540085691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/3017075592540085691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/3017075592540085691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mother-has-issue-with-my-likes.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-1334304186863180131</id><published>2008-03-22T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T07:55:58.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I need to keep quiet. I get this feeling that a lot of people think I'm quite dumb. As in, bimbo-idiot-dumb. So I'll keep quiet, and only say intellectual things, and not &lt;em&gt;giggle&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww shucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-1334304186863180131?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/1334304186863180131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=1334304186863180131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/1334304186863180131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/1334304186863180131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-i-need-to-keep-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-3466408590530333968</id><published>2008-03-16T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T08:25:34.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though our class outings are The Absolute Failurez, I'm liking my class more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12:31 AM) DENISE,:&lt;br /&gt;if i finish my work tmr (haha yeah right&gt;&lt;) i might bake cookies on sunday! O:&lt;br /&gt;(12:31 AM) DENISE,:&lt;br /&gt;so maybe you'll get a cookie&lt;br /&gt;(12:31 AM) jy ¯\(º_o)/¯ IS:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;(12:32 AM) jy ¯\(º_o)/¯ IS:&lt;br /&gt;DUNO WHY BUT THAT MADE ME GIGGLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LILY GIGGLED.&lt;br /&gt;I think "giggle" is a damn funny word. Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-3466408590530333968?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/3466408590530333968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=3466408590530333968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/3466408590530333968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/3466408590530333968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/03/even-though-our-class-outings-are.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-2531879519519540128</id><published>2008-03-14T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:30:30.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly lazy, it kills me. I hate writing essays. And the weekend is coming, which means school is coming. If I don't get stuff done, I = screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really like Cheap Thrills. A certain shop along Orchard probably hates us for spending almost an hour ooh-ing and aah-ing and flicking the iPod touch, and camwhoring at the Photobooth (it was très &lt;s&gt;embarrassing&lt;/s&gt; hilarious).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-2531879519519540128?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/2531879519519540128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=2531879519519540128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/2531879519519540128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/2531879519519540128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-so-incredibly-lazy-it-kills-me.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-7244943302473052877</id><published>2008-03-05T00:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:46:29.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know whether to be thankful or to feel cheated. The doctor refused to take an x-ray for me because she insisted that it's not worth the trouble. I shouldn't bother with an x-ray because a) it's definitely not a major fracture and b) if it's a crack or anything like that, it's been so long already, just rest and it'll get better on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to be limping around for another week (I hope and pray that it won't be more than that! If not PT die alr la), hoping that the bone's not fractured (not that it'll be serious even if it's fractured anyway). Thank goodness school's over and I don't have to fight my way into lifts, and explain why I'm limping to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERM ONE IS OVER. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and this is horrendously stupid, but I'm telling myself that it's ok, because I played floorball last Weds with an injured leg. Denise, next time don't hero! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-7244943302473052877?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/7244943302473052877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=7244943302473052877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/7244943302473052877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/7244943302473052877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-whether-to-be-glad-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-9096659971774660802</id><published>2008-02-21T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T06:46:59.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I'm really bad at handling some stuff sometimes (ok, fine. most of the time.)&lt;br /&gt;deux. My weekend is totally non-existent, and I'm pretty happy about it(:&lt;br /&gt;(iii) I miss Guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Guides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, do something we haven't done in a long time! &lt;strong&gt;Get PLs to tell ex sec4s about...&lt;/strong&gt;" Ah, I totally melted at that. I think I've been ignoring the fact that there is no more Guides in JC. On the bright side, tfd is still here ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four\\\\ I need a new blog(name). Grahh \:&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-9096659971774660802?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/9096659971774660802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=9096659971774660802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/9096659971774660802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/9096659971774660802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-6430880776584660718</id><published>2008-02-09T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T06:49:35.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OG's my drug!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, there's (d)RUGS outing on 23rd! Finally, after 1+ year, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm seriously coming down with something I think, so I shall drink loads of water and sleep early tonight IF NOT I DIE DURING PT ON MONDAY HOW O: but midnight convos winx, what if I miss it! HIGHERS. Not sure if the high people are coming online tonight though, OG outing w0rHx! Next time, I will be damn healthy and high and everything and ice-skate and arcade!!!!! oh. and dinner(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, YES THAT MEANS YOU, REBECCA "BOCKS" HOE (I know you'll see this somehow sometime! yay you for tags hahaha). I will make it a point to at least say HI BOCKS WHAT'S UP every chem lecture. &lt;3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-6430880776584660718?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/6430880776584660718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=6430880776584660718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6430880776584660718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6430880776584660718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/02/ogs-my-drug-which-reminds-me-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-6976660736124553987</id><published>2008-01-12T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:02:20.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching the class video makes me miss 416 a lot):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1, we actually had a classroom to slack in and not have to walk all around the school &lt;s&gt;(and it was almost fun, breaking the school rules in class :O shhh)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-6976660736124553987?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/6976660736124553987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=6976660736124553987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6976660736124553987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6976660736124553987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/01/watching-class-video-makes-me-miss-416.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-7888763938736571424</id><published>2008-01-12T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T02:02:47.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BECAUSE I LOVE 416 AND I WANT THE WHOLE WORLD TO VIEW OUR VIDEO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=TPzwrc4yFDQ" target="_blank"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=TPzwrc4yFDQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty happy the past 2 weeks! Am super glad that I've gotten to know so many awesome people! I LOVE T'ADAHH MUCHS. (Even though (especially because?) we're super ridiculous sometimes :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY I MISSED ECP TODAY D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-7888763938736571424?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/7888763938736571424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=7888763938736571424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/7888763938736571424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/7888763938736571424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/01/because-i-love-416-and-i-want-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592905536116714494.post-6013309029202665402</id><published>2008-01-05T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T07:52:12.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha go orientation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592905536116714494-6013309029202665402?l=rellishort.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/feeds/6013309029202665402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3592905536116714494&amp;postID=6013309029202665402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6013309029202665402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592905536116714494/posts/default/6013309029202665402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rellishort.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahaha-go-orientation.html' title=''/><author><name>denise*</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
