<?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-2034779052984108917</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:57:25.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the half closed door</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bradz</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034779052984108917.post-2254347767798262833</id><published>2009-10-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T08:22:00.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>five and a half alliterations</title><content type='html'>utter obliteration.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(215, 201, 190); white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;id="fpMovie"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.freepoverty.com/swf/banner2.swf?ID=2675450274922455486" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="220" height="200" name="fpMovie" align="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freepoverty.com/" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.freepoverty.com/images/donate_now.png" width="121" height="33" style="border:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#D7C9BE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;bradley&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;five and a half degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;because you've always been the one to make me smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034779052984108917-2254347767798262833?l=unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/2254347767798262833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/10/five-and-half-alliterations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/2254347767798262833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/2254347767798262833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/10/five-and-half-alliterations.html' title='five and a half alliterations'/><author><name>Bradz</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-2034779052984108917.post-5771768629765474748</id><published>2009-10-20T02:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:34:55.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fifth alliteration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just thought that this was worth posting about today. and because i found that photo, today was my history endofyears, and incidentally they had three questions, of which the first one i wrote one page, the second one i wrote one and half pages, and the third one i wrote three whole pages. now this would normally be alright? if not for the fact that i only had 1 hour 15 minutes of time. this resulted in my looking like this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSfSH03fQJo/St2DYpD7OfI/AAAAAAAAACE/jfelknEubTc/s1600-h/Epic+Writing+mode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSfSH03fQJo/St2DYpD7OfI/AAAAAAAAACE/jfelknEubTc/s320/Epic+Writing+mode.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394612388022139378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;T.T my hand feels funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;bradley&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;five degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;why can't i stop thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034779052984108917-5771768629765474748?l=unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/5771768629765474748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/10/fifth-alliteration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/5771768629765474748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/5771768629765474748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/10/fifth-alliteration.html' title='the fifth alliteration'/><author><name>Bradz</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZSfSH03fQJo/St2DYpD7OfI/AAAAAAAAACE/jfelknEubTc/s72-c/Epic+Writing+mode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2034779052984108917.post-144599564607002805</id><published>2009-09-27T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:16:58.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fourth alliteration</title><content type='html'>i don't know why i haven't posted in five hundred years (five months) i guess i was just lazy, incompetent or just frustrated. blogging is hardly my idea of fun. its more of stress relief. like pounding a stress ball, if you get a kick out of that you are one sick person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i'm just set to blog right before exam season. next up for bat is end-of-years, and this is a real big bugger so i'm going to have to take some time to take him out. that said, this is probably the first post in which i will not be posting for a period of time. ha ha, that didn't make any sense did it? whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i went back to nan hua yesterday for mid-autumn festival. it was so packed! i think there were twice as many people there as there were last year. this is probably because the grand opening (which is pretty stupid because i've already been inside) of the sports hall was also on that day. as usual it was a grand occasion, funnily, it reminded me of ge tai. though i have absolutely no idea why, maybe because it was the seventh month. not alot of my batch mates went! sadly. the first person i saw was miao ling. because she came to collect debts from me, suits her don't you think? only joking. i saw shi  yang and han wei later on. then xin hui later in the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was almost comical the way miao ling wanted to be done quickly with it, collect the money then run off, but madame teo was the VIP escort, which meant she had to wait until everything was finished, THEN collect the money. tut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spent most of the time 1) mugging 2) hanging out with some seniors (jeremy, churen, ninny...) the lot of them. sadly i couldn't get my hands on one of those mooncakes. ah well, fun time though, ended up going back quite late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;righto, before i get on to more miserable stuff, i shall end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;bradley&lt;/b&gt;; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;four degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;i have a terrible affinity with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034779052984108917-144599564607002805?l=unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/144599564607002805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/09/fourth-alliteration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/144599564607002805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/144599564607002805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/09/fourth-alliteration.html' title='the fourth alliteration'/><author><name>Bradz</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-2034779052984108917.post-2000865900278935829</id><published>2009-05-23T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:18:33.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the third alliteration</title><content type='html'>thank you all for your tags, val glad to see you found your way to my blog, em dearest, i am not emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  whee, bulk of the exams are over. however, a historie project looms and it seems as if my june holidays are going to be rather cluttered. Ah well, i shall deal with things as they come. meanwhile, i shall be going out with cell and carrie tomorrow, it's going to be pretty fun i think. today was raffles open house, also raffles girls open house, and also my tuition day. so i couldn't go, but i hope you guys had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  yesterday our class monitor suggested we had a class outing. personally i feel sad for him, and pretty much the rest of my class. not that it's any one person's fault, but it just wont happen. i think our class is just problematic on an individual scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  it's funny how we stay in our little cozy homes, with solid walls and solid doors. little children dont realise the immensity of sadness lingering just outside their homes. teenagers get an idea of it, but they dont really know it. adults practically live in it, but they know they can't do anything, one person can't change the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  still, we try, and i admire the people that try. the musiciens, and musiciennes, and artists, the painteurs, the expressionists. these are the people that change the world instead of letting it change them. let's all put in a little effort to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i dont feel contented with my relationships. it's funny. i love a lot of good people around me, but like two porcupines coming closer together, we hurt each other if we get too close. it's like being destined to circle people for an eternity, but never touching. strangely i'm just in that mood when i wouldn't have minded some company, not physically, not mentally, but emotionally, if that's even possible for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  why are we anguished? this is the result of two phenomenon, when we dont get what we want in life, and it also happens when we do get what we want. the basis of sadness is discontent, the feeling that there is still something more. what is greater than this anguish? the feeling that you've reached the peak, and that there is nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  happiness comes with the knowledge that there is a lot more, but it's okay if you don't know all of it. isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bradley&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;three degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our world is made to look solid, but in reality nothing stays the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034779052984108917-2000865900278935829?l=unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/2000865900278935829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/third-alliteration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/2000865900278935829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/2000865900278935829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/third-alliteration.html' title='the third alliteration'/><author><name>Bradz</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-2034779052984108917.post-4691972244383894272</id><published>2009-05-17T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T03:49:06.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two and a half alliterations</title><content type='html'>good news, the chatterbox is in. and im out, seeya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(feel free to tag, and ask for linkages. post'a later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bradley&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;two point oh degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes a quick peck leaves a greater impression than a long drag.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034779052984108917-4691972244383894272?l=unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/4691972244383894272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-and-half-alliterations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/4691972244383894272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/4691972244383894272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-and-half-alliterations.html' title='two and a half alliterations'/><author><name>Bradz</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-2034779052984108917.post-7609536019466393731</id><published>2009-05-16T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:27:26.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the second alliteration</title><content type='html'>too lazy to get a tag board, it's coming in a day or two... or a month or so. the sheer disparity of the coming inquisitions are practically paralysing my coherent thoughts; examinations are boring me. isn't it strange that every body's tests are over, but ours have to be dragged out like some horrid torture mechanism. another peculiar thing, grateful as i am the homework has let up a teensy bit, it's just going to come again as soon as the tests are over, tut tut. such is the agony of schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it, most people are self-centered, their worlds revolve around themselves, and what they can do to make themselves better. when most people realise this, they reject it, so they go on and think about other people, and they try to help them, and also try to make them understand. but then, they only do this for the people they think are worth it, the people who already have the potential, unfortunately, there aren't many of those. as we already know, greatness is only that because there isnt much of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the truly wise are those that change constantly, but never alter direction. they suit every other person, just like water, bending, warping, but never changing course. think: atticus finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to boys over flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bradley&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;two degrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what if i'll never change, i'm okay as long as i change you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034779052984108917-7609536019466393731?l=unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/7609536019466393731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-alliteration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/7609536019466393731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/7609536019466393731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/second-alliteration.html' title='the second alliteration'/><author><name>Bradz</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-2034779052984108917.post-5624092062929242468</id><published>2009-05-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T06:06:09.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the first alliteration</title><content type='html'>ah i see you've found your way to my blog. fact of the day, i dislike using capital letters, im too lazy to press shift. so now that you me better, tell me about you. tagboard coming soon. in fact, everything coming soon, just be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bradley&lt;/strong&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;one degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only things we see are the things we know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2034779052984108917-5624092062929242468?l=unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/feeds/5624092062929242468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-alliteration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/5624092062929242468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2034779052984108917/posts/default/5624092062929242468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpronounced-alliterations.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-alliteration.html' title='the first alliteration'/><author><name>Bradz</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>
