<?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-9858441</id><updated>2011-09-27T11:39:30.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor vincit omnia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-8427267292205381570</id><published>2007-03-26T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:59:24.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I miss you Rie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-8427267292205381570?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/8427267292205381570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=8427267292205381570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/8427267292205381570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/8427267292205381570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-116991944898874483</id><published>2007-01-27T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T11:37:29.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seductin style (for Rie) lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/visionary.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-116991944898874483?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/116991944898874483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=116991944898874483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/116991944898874483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/116991944898874483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2007/01/seductin-style-for-rie-lol.html' title='Seductin style (for Rie) lol'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-115953957826973925</id><published>2006-09-29T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:24:04.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around comes around.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you get what's coming around; sometimes, you ARE what's coming around. I don't know about you, but I do like BEING what comes around better than getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh I do like seeing karma smack people in the face though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-115953957826973925?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/115953957826973925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=115953957826973925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115953957826973925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115953957826973925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes around comes around.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-115950422458285518</id><published>2006-09-28T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:30:24.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most dangerous fruit in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian"&gt;The durian is considered the most dangerous fruit on earth.&lt;/a&gt; I'm not kidding. Wear a hard hat in a durian plantation please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-115950422458285518?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/115950422458285518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=115950422458285518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115950422458285518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115950422458285518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/09/most-dangerous-fruit-in-world.html' title='The most dangerous fruit in the world'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-115509575971888545</id><published>2006-08-08T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:55:59.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy National Day</title><content type='html'>Happy National Day to all Singaporeans. News is that recently a row of flags was stolen from the forth floor of a certain housing board block of flats. Apparently we've imported all sorts of foreign talent, including petty thieves. I guess Singaporeans have become so bad at thievery that it's being outsourced. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-115509575971888545?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/115509575971888545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=115509575971888545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115509575971888545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115509575971888545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-national-day.html' title='Happy National Day'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-115367471427056090</id><published>2006-07-23T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:11:54.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Act of God (plus stupidity on my part)</title><content type='html'>Lightning struck a power line near my apartment yesterday. The resultant power surge killed the tv, gamecube and rendered the wan port of the wireless router inoperable. It was at that point in time when I realized that the surge protector that I had was hooked up to a power socket that wasn't earthed. Never thought such a thing would happen. Fucking Alabama and its surface power lines. I guess I was too used to having power lines &lt;a href="http://www.getreligion.org/wp-content/photos/bsg_buried_treasure2.jpg" target="external"&gt;BURIED IN THE GROUND.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since now I am broke and bored, I've set up the Vic Lee's Lightning Disaster Fund. Please send any contributions via paypal to leenian@auburn.edu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-115367471427056090?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/115367471427056090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=115367471427056090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115367471427056090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115367471427056090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/07/act-of-god-plus-stupidity-on-my-part.html' title='Act of God (plus stupidity on my part)'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-115349832943683495</id><published>2006-07-21T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:12:19.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UFO COVERUP!</title><content type='html'>Are you a conspiracy theorist? Do you believe that a UFO crashed in Roswell in the 50s and was covered up by the US government? I've thought a bit about this after watching a UFO documentary on the National Geographic Channel the other day, and a revelation struck me. There is no conspiracy. I know this simply because of the fact that the world was poised on the brink of nuclear war in those times. The government of the United States, as well as that of Red Russia would have reported any UFO crashes at that time, as despite appearances, both governments feared war above all else. Proof of a greater threat to humanity in the form of technologically advanced aliens would have been the catalyst required to bring all mankind together in one cause, and bridge any rifts between human cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no government cover up. Get a life. The only aliens in Roswell are Mexicans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-115349832943683495?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/115349832943683495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=115349832943683495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115349832943683495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115349832943683495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/07/ufo-coverup.html' title='UFO COVERUP!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-115151463634010006</id><published>2006-06-28T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:10:36.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rampant Crime on Glenn Ave in Auburn</title><content type='html'>Somebody ripped the lip off my bumper from my parking lot. This is getting fucking ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-115151463634010006?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/115151463634010006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=115151463634010006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115151463634010006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115151463634010006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/06/rampant-crime-on-glenn-ave-in-auburn.html' title='Rampant Crime on Glenn Ave in Auburn'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-115130506315927621</id><published>2006-06-26T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T01:57:43.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still here</title><content type='html'>I figured I should make another entry before people start thinking that my blog is dead. My brother's been asking if I've stopped blogging and I guess when your own brother asks you that you better get off your ass and publish some entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family's moved back to Singapore. Last I heard, they've bought a condominum in Simei. Not all is well though. My parents are having some problems with the educational arrangements for my brother. The people in the schools involved are just being typical Singaporeans who have been conditioned to not make any decisions and obey the law book, so even though special situations that are not covered in the lawbook arises, they are unable to use their initiative and think creatively and come up with a suitable solution. They revert to their "save my own ass" routine of claiming a lack of a precedent, and then going on to justify that a lack of a precedent indicates that the proposed solution is not acceptable. The Singaporean Government is trying to encourage creativity in its population. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;START BY EMPOWERING YOUR CIVIL SERVANTS TO MAKE DECISIONS.&lt;/span&gt; If our teachers cannot exercise creative thinking in problem solving, how are their students supposed to be creative? All that "we want a creative workforce for an economy based on intellectual properties" talk and we still stifle the creativity of our teachers by locking them in bureaucracy ? Why don't we get professors in marine biology who've never left Mongolia to come teach marine biology in our universities? Maybe it's me, but it seems a little RE TAR DED. (Insert Ned Los sound here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-115130506315927621?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/115130506315927621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=115130506315927621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115130506315927621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/115130506315927621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-still-here.html' title='I am still here'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114684627463446879</id><published>2006-05-05T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T11:25:48.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it.</title><content type='html'>I was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that just aint good enough was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had it with people not treating me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a minute to reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm so low on your priority list,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114684627463446879?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114684627463446879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114684627463446879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114684627463446879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114684627463446879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/05/fuck-it.html' title='Fuck it.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114590873668772980</id><published>2006-04-24T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T14:58:56.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying real hard to be a smartass.</title><content type='html'>Why do legs smell and noses run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called a shipment when you move something by truck, and cargo when you move something by ship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are a wise man and a wise guy opposites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are cigarettes sold at gas stations where smoking is prohibited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there flotation devices in the seats of planes instead of parachutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there interstate highways in Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't there ever any GUILTY bystanders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you make another word using all the letters in "anagram"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do banks charge you a "non-sufficient funds fee" on money they already know you don't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do black olives come in cans and green olives come in jars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do doctors call what they do practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do overlook and oversee mean opposite things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say "gross negligence"? Is negligence ever attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do psychics have to ask you for your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the signs that say "Slow Children" have a picture of a running child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it Alcoholics Anonymous if the first two things you tell everybody is your name and the fact that you are an alcoholic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it 'chili' if it's hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it life insurance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they report power outages on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do tourists go to the top of tall buildings and then put money in telescopes so they can see things on the ground in close-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we sing "Take me out to the ball game," when we are already there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do women wear evening gowns to nightclubs? Shouldn't they be wearing night gowns?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you press harder on a remote-control when you know the battery is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut save you thirty cents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't DOS ever say "EXCELLENT command or filename!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't Tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't tomb, comb, and bomb sound alike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is "phonics" not spelled the way it sounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a carrot more orange than an orange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist, but a person who drives a race car not called a racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is Greenland icy, and Iceland green?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called 'rainforest', and what do you call it during a drought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called tourist season if we can't shoot at them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that bullets ricochet off of Superman's chest, but he ducks when the gun is thrown at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that night falls but day breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we recite at a play and play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you are on the telephone, writing furiously and holding a finger up to tell the person who just came into your office to hold on a second, they ask "Do you have a minute?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you must wait until night to call it a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavors, but dishwashing liquid made from real lemons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the word dictionary in the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there only one monopolies and mergers commission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is your index finger the same size as your nostrils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't 11 pronounced onety one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114590873668772980?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114590873668772980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114590873668772980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114590873668772980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114590873668772980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-trying-real-hard-to-be-smartass.html' title='I&apos;m trying real hard to be a smartass.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114559398490854606</id><published>2006-04-20T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:33:04.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to touch you but I'm afraid of the consequences.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114559398490854606?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114559398490854606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114559398490854606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114559398490854606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114559398490854606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-to-touch-you-but-im-afraid-of.html' title='I want to touch you but I&apos;m afraid of the consequences.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114522135051133077</id><published>2006-04-16T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T16:02:30.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there I hope everything's all right.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling nostalgic. The song reminds me of Singapore. It's funny. I had not heard it for a couple of years until it cropped up my pandora.com playlist a few weeks ago. It reminds me of the time when my term in the army was just ending, and Michelle and I had just broken up. It's amazing how fast time flies. It still seems like yesterday when I was still in Singapore, just fresh out of the army. Things have turned out very differently from the way I had envisioned it. I've been in Auburn for two years now. I still cannot say I feel I belong here. I cannot find my direction in this place where everything is familiar and alien at the same time. I miss where I came from, but that place does not exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost. There is an intense feeling of disillusion and despair in me. I cannot look towards the future anymore because doing so had always resulted in disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everything has moved on, I find myself stuck in a time 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you at? I've been looking for you but you are nowhere to be found. Find me. Save me before I pass beyond event horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114522135051133077?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114522135051133077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114522135051133077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114522135051133077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114522135051133077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-there-i-hope-everythings-all-right.html' title='Hey there I hope everything&apos;s all right.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114419913320160762</id><published>2006-04-04T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:05:33.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NOT PATRONIZE MASTER'S PAINT AND BODY SHOP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you are from Auburn, BE SURE TO READ THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DO NOT PATRONIZE MASTER'S PAINT AND BODY SHOP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;The owner's name is Mike and he is one of the biggest mother fuckers I've ever met. He will promise a lot and like all mother fuckers deliver nothing and he will stand on his holy "i've been doing this for 16 years" pedestral treat you like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he will die from the heart surgery that he has scheduled in the near future, his wife will fuck the priest at the funeral and his son will be a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will also go to gay heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a public service announcement brought to you by the Righteous Hand of Vengance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope his wife get's herpes from that priest and his son will shag a camel on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... that's already happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114419913320160762?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114419913320160762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114419913320160762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114419913320160762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114419913320160762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-not-patronize-masters-paint-and.html' title='DO NOT PATRONIZE MASTER&apos;S PAINT AND BODY SHOP!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114343841090147346</id><published>2006-03-26T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:46:50.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>High Quality Weblogs</title><content type='html'>Some people have very long entries in their weblogs. These articles vary from pieces of literature to insightful revelations to absolute wastes of time. I don't want to waste your time, so I'll get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people have very long weblog entries and it makes me feel inadequate.  They go on an on about books that they come across, and how they are influenced by them, or how a human act inspired in them a revelation that borders on the divine; while all that I have to talk about is how the sandwich I had for lunch sucked and I'm having trouble getting with really hot girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me a lesser blogger? Well, I guess so. Maybe I really am good at nothing, but those people are out to "express their selves" or to impress people with the "quality" of their posts. Me,  I just have a blog to bitch about shit. I can't write about a book, I can't write about an experience, I usually can't write about an insight because I don't have enough arrogance to believe that people would actually be interested. What I CAN do, however, is to bitch about how my life sucks, so that in case anyone who's reading my weblog thinking that his/her life sucks, they would feel a little better because he/she has just realized one of two things:  1)  my life sucks more than his/her life or 2) my life sucks, just like his/hers, so she's not alone in the shit boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, maybe, just maybe, I really give hope to men (and women. I would prefer to give hope to women, not men, because I don't swing that way.) However, I definitely leave none for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114343841090147346?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114343841090147346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114343841090147346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114343841090147346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114343841090147346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/03/high-quality-weblogs.html' title='High Quality Weblogs'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114342916248589541</id><published>2006-03-26T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:15:03.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I was wrong</title><content type='html'>Maybe I was wrong, and everything I had believed in was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I think Wriggley's Extra Cool Watermelon gum's great and that's still not been proven wrong yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give hope to men; I leave none for myself. - J.R.R Tolkien, Lord of the Rings For me, it's true in the second half and hopeful in the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this post's bizarre, It's just me losing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114342916248589541?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114342916248589541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114342916248589541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114342916248589541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114342916248589541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/03/maybe-i-was-wrong.html' title='Maybe I was wrong'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114286831779751414</id><published>2006-03-20T09:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:25:17.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've dug myself a really deep hole!!!</title><content type='html'>IT'S REALLY REALLY DEEP!!! I wonder if I'll be able to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are going just fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114286831779751414?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114286831779751414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114286831779751414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114286831779751414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114286831779751414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-dug-myself-really-deep-hole.html' title='I&apos;ve dug myself a really deep hole!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114235675271828066</id><published>2006-03-14T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T11:19:12.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Genome Project</title><content type='html'>This is an awesome site. Check out the &lt;a href="http://pandora.com/"&gt;Music Genome Project.&lt;/a&gt; It puts you in touch with songs like those that you like, that you probably didn't know about. I've also put it as a permalink on the left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114235675271828066?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114235675271828066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114235675271828066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114235675271828066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114235675271828066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-genome-project.html' title='The Music Genome Project'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114160339075705684</id><published>2006-03-05T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:03:10.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch time</title><content type='html'>Next week is crunch time! 3 tests, 1 presentation and 1 case study to be completed... aint it wonderful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114160339075705684?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114160339075705684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114160339075705684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114160339075705684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114160339075705684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/03/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch time'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114128126418368642</id><published>2006-03-02T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T00:46:11.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>I really hate it when people never call me back.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it even more when people try to call me back and they can't get through and fucking Cingular messes up and I don't get a missed call or a voicemail message.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it just as much as I hate Cingular fucking up and making me fail to receive an SMS.&lt;br /&gt;I just fucking hate Cingular. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=cingular+sucks"&gt;Best nationwide network my ass.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114128126418368642?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114128126418368642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114128126418368642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114128126418368642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114128126418368642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114110087340349517</id><published>2006-02-27T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:27:53.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't have a bad day, but I'm having a really good night! &lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/videos/sleepingprank.html"&gt;Not like this guy...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114110087340349517?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114110087340349517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114110087340349517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114110087340349517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114110087340349517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-didnt-have-bad-day-but-im-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114105316968536552</id><published>2006-02-27T09:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:12:49.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having a good day!</title><content type='html'>Think ya having a bad day? Wait till you have one of &lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/recent_detail.php?imagename=doodoo-rice-pop.jpg&amp;category=Engrish%20from%20Other%20Countries&amp;amp;date=2006-02-23"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;. I haven't had any, so I think I'm having a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114105316968536552?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114105316968536552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114105316968536552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114105316968536552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114105316968536552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-having-good-day.html' title='I&apos;m having a good day!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114101559050676705</id><published>2006-02-26T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:46:30.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright. Moving on.</title><content type='html'>I've just shut down my old xanga site after more than a year of unuse. It's about goddamn time actually. Time to let go of old ghosts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114101559050676705?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114101559050676705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114101559050676705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114101559050676705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114101559050676705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright-moving-on.html' title='Alright. Moving on.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114073833719304560</id><published>2006-02-23T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:45:37.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooooooo serious!</title><content type='html'>Methinks my blog has become too serious and sleep-inducing with all the whining and the ravings of a semi-insane (this in itself is a fallacy... for those who need proof just leave a comment...) yellow dude. Hee... so I really dunno what I am doing here, I'm just sitting in front of my laptop typing whatever comes across my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should quit this blogging shit. I never write anything interesting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to come up with something funny when you're not happy you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm messed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114073833719304560?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114073833719304560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114073833719304560' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114073833719304560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114073833719304560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/soooooooooo-serious.html' title='Soooooooooo serious!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-114067996976482962</id><published>2006-02-23T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:32:49.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently Playing: Rise Again - DJ Sammy feat Luna</title><content type='html'>Rise again reminds me to Xiulin. Reminds me of Singapore. She introduced me to DJ Sammy's songs in what seems like a lifetime ago, in a place that seems like a planet away. (It actually might be on the other side of the planet from where I am right now.) It brings back memories, all of them good, from a time when I was surrounded by familiar places and familiar faces. Times have changed and here I am, on the other side of the world, surrounded by places and faces as foreign to me as I am to them. My family is returning to the land of my birth. Very soon, I will be alone (with my sister) again in a land that I used to hear about. I am living the life that I had once just dreamed of. I can find familiar faces in the crowd now; I can see familiar landmarks now. I think I will survive here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons come and go. I will rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Though it seems so hard, you will see me again.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons come and go. I will rise again.&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I know I will be back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114067996976482962?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114067996976482962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114067996976482962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114067996976482962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114067996976482962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/currently-playing-rise-again-dj-sammy.html' title='Currently Playing: Rise Again - DJ Sammy feat Luna'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114062138935470809</id><published>2006-02-22T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:16:29.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Shrimp!</title><content type='html'>I made some garlic shrimp last night. They were nasty. *sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114062138935470809?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114062138935470809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114062138935470809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114062138935470809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114062138935470809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/nasty-shrimp.html' title='Nasty Shrimp!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114041069622932904</id><published>2006-02-19T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:44:56.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nokias are built like bricks.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty boys and girls, this is just to let you know that I JUST USED MY NOKIA CELLPHONE TO FRICKIN POUND A NAIL INTO THE WALL!!! FUCKIN AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114041069622932904?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114041069622932904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114041069622932904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114041069622932904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114041069622932904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/nokias-are-built-like-bricks.html' title='Nokias are built like bricks.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114037338826352943</id><published>2006-02-19T12:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T12:23:08.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>A pitchfork is a &lt;a title="Tool" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tool"&gt;tool&lt;/a&gt; with a long handle and long, thin, widely separated pointed tines (also called prongs) used to lift and throw loose material, such as &lt;a title="Hay" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hay"&gt;hay&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Leaf" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leaf"&gt;leaves&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Grape" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grape"&gt;grapes&lt;/a&gt;, or other agricultural products. Pitchforks typically have from 2 to 6 tines and have different lengths and spacing depending on its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;The pitchfork has also frequently been used as a &lt;a title="Weapon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weapon"&gt;weapon&lt;/a&gt; by those who couldn't afford or didn't have access to more expensive weapons such as &lt;a title="Sword" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sword"&gt;swords&lt;/a&gt;, or, later, &lt;a title="Gun" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gun"&gt;guns&lt;/a&gt;. As a result, pitchforks are stereotypically carried by angry &lt;a title="Mob" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mob"&gt;mobs&lt;/a&gt; or gangs of enraged peasants. - Wikipedia.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114037338826352943?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114037338826352943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114037338826352943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114037338826352943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114037338826352943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun-with-wikipedia.html' title='Fun with Wikipedia'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-114010705364484216</id><published>2006-02-16T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:24:13.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps I really have not changed that much at all.</title><content type='html'>I've been reading my chat history with Michelle (Lay, not Boykin) and realized that perhaps despite all that I made it out to be, I might not have changed that much. My temper's more mellow now, and I'm less obtruse, but it seems that when the rage flares up in me, I'm essentially the same. I'm the same person who shuts up and walks away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this quote which I think might be useful to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't choose who you will love but you also can't just love who chooses you. Love is a matter of meeting the right person at the right time. Love isn't about becoming somebody else's perfect person, it's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can ever be. Don't give up when you still have something to give, nothing is really over till the moment you stop trying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-114010705364484216?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/114010705364484216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=114010705364484216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114010705364484216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/114010705364484216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/perhaps-i-really-have-not-changed-that.html' title='Perhaps I really have not changed that much at all.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113998692530669293</id><published>2006-02-15T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T01:02:05.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Hallmark Day!</title><content type='html'>I can't really remember what I was doing last v-day. It's really weird. lol maybe it's a repressed memory. Anyhow, this one's been pretty fun. Michelle's ex came to town for her. I thought it was really sweet of him to do that. Turned out that Dan had a little something for her too. For you folks back home, Dan's Carlos' roommate. Dan was like totally upset that the ex (name's Andrew) came down to town. Anyway, we were supposed to go to this nice Italian place called Provino's for dinner, but it was so damn packed. Now Aimee, Carlos' other roommate, had a class at 7 and it was like 530 already when we reached so we couldn't wait. So I was over discussing stuff with them and overhead Michelle say something like "well, everyone of us can wait except Aimee" and I thought it was just wrong... since it was Michelle's / Carlos' idea to have everyone there anyway. So Aimee suggested Thai and Michelle, Andrew and Dan rejected the idea, and Michelle suggested Loco's instead. Aimee was like "I aint come all the way out here to have loco's" and I kinda felt the same way. Didn't really feel like squeezing into a restaurant to have overpriced mediorce food. So I ended up taking Aimee to the Thai place in Opelika instead. To be frank, I've become fed up with Michelle not saying no and then eventually have to find out that whatever's been planned was not going to happen. Princess, it's a great way to make friends feel unimportant and lose them, in case you did not already know that. I'm not putting up with that kinda shit anymore so I'm not gonna be making any plans with her anymore, not that it would matter to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dinner at the Thai place was good as usual. Left quite a sizeable tip for the poor waitress who was working on V-day :/ Went to Aimee's place after she got off class and devoured the Thai mango sticky rice that I was preparing earlier in the day. It was good, although I didn't think it was anywhere as good as Aimee said it was lol. But it's ok girl, flattery works hehe... Well... the rice was already 1/2 gone by the time i got there, which was really strange cuz the mangoes were still diced and in the fridge. Didn't leave any for the rest of them. Figured that if they didn't want Thai for dinner they wouldn't want Thai for dessert either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks I was mean today. Or maybe not. One thing's for sure, I was driving like a goddamn maniac. Dun matter. It's my car, and I dint hit anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah some moronic chick almost backed into my car. They stopped backing up inched from my car only after I've held the horn for nearly an eternity. This happened just one week after the stupid old lady backed into my car in the parking lot of Mandarin House. People in Alabama must have some sort of deficiency. It's common sense that you should be looking back when you are reversing. Apparently not everybody has common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah stole a can for Diet Cherry Vanilla Coke from Aimee tonight. It was soooooooooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope you've had a great Hallmark Day. Mine was pretty good. I had a good time this entire day actually (despite some unhappy moments.) Thanks to Aimee for being my closest thing to a valentine tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113998692530669293?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113998692530669293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113998692530669293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113998692530669293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113998692530669293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-hallmark-day.html' title='Happy Hallmark Day!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113908284965315058</id><published>2006-02-04T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:54:09.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait till SUNDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>My car's performing too well for it's own good. After hacking the air can, the intake increased the boost to the level where the stock blow off valve could not keep up and started leaking. So I got a HKS SSQV BOV and put it in there, and that thing kept the boost in. Now the boost level's so high it's a little bit scary. The turbo fully spools up at 3.2k rpm right now and the boost level's above 14psi, probably somewhere near 16psi. Even on a dry straight asphalt road, at full boost at around 3.5k rpm to 3.7k rpm, the power output is so much that even the tires cannot keep up with the engine, and start screeching. That means I need new tires. Well, the treads on the old one are almost gone anyway so they would be due for replacement sometime in the next 6 months. Hopefully I would be able to find an internship that pays me enough for me to get 17" konig holes with toyo low profile tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that's just a distraction though. I wish today would pass by faster. Can't wait till Sunday. In fact I can't wait till Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Can someone please knock me out and wake me on Sunday afternoon? I'll pay you a couple of bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113908284965315058?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113908284965315058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113908284965315058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113908284965315058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113908284965315058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-wait-till-sunday.html' title='I can&apos;t wait till SUNDAY!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-113890862162144372</id><published>2006-02-02T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:30:21.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times.</title><content type='html'>Just put in my HKS SSQV BOV in my car yesterday. It sounds like a railgun and can be heard 1 block away indoors. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was at the dance competition yesterday. It was pretty tough sitting still throughout. I moved and they made an announcement for people to stay in their seats during the performances. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The korean guy sitting beside me said "look. She's beautiful" during Carlos' and Michelle's act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap Michelle, you looked beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113890862162144372?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113890862162144372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113890862162144372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113890862162144372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113890862162144372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-times.html' title='Good times.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113876385728152307</id><published>2006-01-31T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T21:17:37.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're special (and not as in retarded.)</title><content type='html'>I got the highest points for the sales management class's first case study! Aint got highest points for anything for a loooooooong while. It makes me feel good. Had dinner with Michelle last nite with Carlos, some of Carlos' friends and his sister. Carlos was harassing Michelle as usual. He really needs to keep his hands to himself. Decided to leave him out of future dinner plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel great and I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to Spanish tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113876385728152307?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113876385728152307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113876385728152307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113876385728152307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113876385728152307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/01/youre-special-and-not-as-in-retarded.html' title='You&apos;re special (and not as in retarded.)'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113822941271990373</id><published>2006-01-25T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T16:50:12.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I feel different today. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HAVE NOT FELT SO HAPPY IN A WHILE&lt;/span&gt;. God I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113822941271990373?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113822941271990373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113822941271990373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113822941271990373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113822941271990373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113682643365566784</id><published>2006-01-09T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:07:13.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My car looks different now.</title><content type='html'>My sister just put a very very very long scratch on my car. I'm not angry, just wish it never happened. I guess I've really changed. I can remember a time where I would have been an active volcano. I guess the reason why I'm not angry is because I've realized that being angry never really helped any situation. Just have to deal with whatever the world throws at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've grown old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113682643365566784?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113682643365566784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113682643365566784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113682643365566784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113682643365566784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-car-looks-different-now.html' title='My car looks different now.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113650315900650885</id><published>2006-01-05T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:20:49.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never made New Year Resolutions but</title><content type='html'>This year, I hope to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get more As and less Cs (hopefully nothing below a C)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop overspending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get back to my old self (physically lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop passing up a good thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I hope people will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me a whole lot of money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give me a bloody internship (preferably at Coca Cola NA in Atlanta)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy me a 645i&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall head over heels for me (applies to hot chix only pls. Definitely no guys!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop cutting in front of me then step of the brakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also hope that George Bush will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to speak proper English &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realize that Iran is not a province of Afghanistan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realize that overwhelming amounts of sand do not constitute a weapon of mass destruction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Raise taxes of the rich and lower that of the poor (not the other way around DUH!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop putting inept friends in positions of power&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Step down(?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I hope that the Democrats will&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay me for stating the above few points about George Bush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone wishing to discuss payment can leave a comment. Thanks in advance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113650315900650885?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113650315900650885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113650315900650885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113650315900650885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113650315900650885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-never-made-new-year-resolutions.html' title='I&apos;ve never made New Year Resolutions but'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-113562949121161063</id><published>2005-12-26T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:38:11.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change, some things do.</title><content type='html'>I've been back in Singapore for almost a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way certain things and people have changed. Especially Xiu. For your own sake, stop drinking so much. Well, not like you'll listen to me anyway, been trying to tell you that for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, and it hurts me to see you hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody else seems to be doing well, except for Wilson. Get well soon bro. Take care of that head of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems to be getting attached. Good job Vic. What have you been doing? Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness seems further away after this visit. The world has moved on, but I'm still stuck here, with nowhere to  go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113562949121161063?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113562949121161063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113562949121161063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113562949121161063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113562949121161063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-things-never-change-some-things.html' title='Some things never change, some things do.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113444219812870134</id><published>2005-12-12T20:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:49:58.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in shape. Pear-shaped.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a run. Almost died. It was just another regular run around campus but I felt so giddy after forcing myself to finish it without stopping or slowing. Maybe it's because I've not been getting enough rest recently due to the finals and the fact that it's 6 degrees out there, but I think it's more likely it's just due to me being pear shaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be back home in a few days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113444219812870134?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113444219812870134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113444219812870134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113444219812870134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113444219812870134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-in-shape-pear-shaped.html' title='I&apos;m in shape. Pear-shaped.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113366503576107835</id><published>2005-12-03T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:20:37.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The song on the blog is dedicated to friends and family back in Singapore!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be back in Singapore in 12 days!!! Never thought I'll be so happy to spend Christmas in a tropical paradise. Below are the people that I DIE DIE HAVE TO SEE during my visit. If your name's not on the list, that just means that I dun wanna impose myself on you, but I still wanna see you nevertheless if you have the time. They are not in order!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gugu (hur hur it looks funny) and Guzhang&lt;br /&gt;Yanyan and Dada&lt;br /&gt;My grannies&lt;br /&gt;Xiulin&lt;br /&gt;Ying&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;Wilson&lt;br /&gt;CJ&lt;br /&gt;Jimm&lt;br /&gt;Kiat&lt;br /&gt;Neng Ginn&lt;br /&gt;Alex&lt;br /&gt;Xuyuan&lt;br /&gt;Brendan&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Sherrie&lt;br /&gt;Haze&lt;br /&gt;Huixian&lt;br /&gt;Jerome&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;br /&gt;Karen&lt;br /&gt;Cherylyn&lt;br /&gt;Rui&lt;br /&gt;Peiwen&lt;br /&gt;Peishan&lt;br /&gt;Serena&lt;br /&gt;Jimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your name is on the list and you manage to avoid me during my visit, then I darn you to Heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113366503576107835?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113366503576107835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113366503576107835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113366503576107835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113366503576107835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/12/song-on-blog-is-dedicated-to-friends.html' title='The song on the blog is dedicated to friends and family back in Singapore!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113312964255461622</id><published>2005-11-27T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:14:02.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Slinky</title><content type='html'>It's been 60 years since the &lt;a href="http://www.poof-slinky.com/resources/wallpapers/60thanniversary_1024x768.jpg"&gt;Slinky&lt;/a&gt; was introduced to the market. "0 - Number of reporters and photographers who have been allowed inside the Slinky factory, which fiercely guards its trade secrets." - Time Magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113312964255461622?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113312964255461622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113312964255461622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113312964255461622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113312964255461622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/11/slinky.html' title='Slinky'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113221632481568849</id><published>2005-11-17T02:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:32:04.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have to start wanting what I get and stop wanting something to the exclusion of everything else. It seems that I get so caught up  with whatever my goal is that I fail to recognize a good thing when one passes my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113221632481568849?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113221632481568849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113221632481568849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113221632481568849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113221632481568849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-i-have-to-start-wanting-what-i_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-113181873035040138</id><published>2005-11-12T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T12:05:30.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle</title><content type='html'>Yes dear, I dreamt of you again. I was back home again. We were together again. We were happy. You followed me. I lead you. I was wrong. We died. Someone killed you, gruesomely, for something I did. I was electrocuted. Tell me what it means. Am I still sane?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113181873035040138?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113181873035040138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113181873035040138' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113181873035040138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113181873035040138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/11/michelle.html' title='Michelle'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-113157273400779991</id><published>2005-11-09T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:52:10.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in front of the computer doing nothing while I have readings to do and a couple of tests in a couple of days. I was reading "The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven." It's a book about Amerindian life on a reservation. I can't find the book right now so I can't tell you who it's by. It's about how reservation life affects modern Amerindians. Sad. Very sad. Saddest thing is that I can relate to most of them. I think I've accumulated enough melancholy to write a book like that. Perhaps I should start on it. It might be done by the time I get out of school. It would be about a third generation immigrant who tries to become a first generation one in a redneck state. I think the people around me are pretty tragic too. Not gonna name anyone, but you guys know who you are. We're all just a bunch of tragic miserable fucks. Life sucks unless you're on a roll. If you're on a roll, I hope for your sake that it never stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113157273400779991?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113157273400779991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113157273400779991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113157273400779991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113157273400779991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/11/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113130494690682680</id><published>2005-11-06T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:22:26.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Nothing much to talk about. Just thought that I should update my blog in case anyone's wondering what's happening. I'll be back in Singapore on December 15th and would be flying off the next day to China to finish the funeral rites for my grandmother. I'll be back in Singapore around the 20th and would be there till around the 7th. Catch me if you can! I won't be back for a while after this visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113130494690682680?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113130494690682680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113130494690682680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113130494690682680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113130494690682680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-113030558346489612</id><published>2005-10-26T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:49:06.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That says it all, doesn't it?</title><content type='html'>Just uncovered a 5 second clip that ying took back in buena vista. God I miss those days. We are always looking for something new, or longing for something in the past, but never cherish the present. Then one day, the present becomes the past, and we are stuck in nostalgia again. That says it all, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-113030558346489612?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/113030558346489612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=113030558346489612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113030558346489612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/113030558346489612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-says-it-all-doesnt-it.html' title='That says it all, doesn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112985908110206987</id><published>2005-10-20T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:44:41.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous information</title><content type='html'>In other news, I discovered a really bigass cockroach in my room just now and killed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112985908110206987?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112985908110206987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112985908110206987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112985908110206987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112985908110206987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/miscellaneous-information.html' title='Miscellaneous information'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112985897683345422</id><published>2005-10-20T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T20:42:56.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops... didn't know I'm so naughty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is rated R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.readingforresults.com/rating/quiz.htm"&gt;What is your life rated?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112985897683345422?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112985897683345422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112985897683345422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112985897683345422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112985897683345422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/oops-didnt-know-im-so-naughty.html' title='Oops... didn&apos;t know I&apos;m so naughty'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112978928173072697</id><published>2005-10-20T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T01:21:21.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Is not about getting what you want, but wanting what you've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112978928173072697?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112978928173072697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112978928173072697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112978928173072697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112978928173072697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112952265849474023</id><published>2005-10-16T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T23:17:38.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full and thirsty. (And tired and lazy.)</title><content type='html'>I was at the Golden Corel (did I spell it right?) this evening with Bayu, Kyna, Christoph, Rifky and Shrenik. Filled myself up with some really unhealthy food. I'm now feeling bloated and thirsty. Bloated and thirsty... not a very comfortably combination. You can only pacify one at the cost of incurring the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I do nothing in moderation. I exercise in extreme and I binge in extreme; I care a lot and I am filled with extreme apathy. Sad thing is that I switch from one to the next real quick too. I'm a living recipe for disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112952265849474023?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112952265849474023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112952265849474023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112952265849474023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112952265849474023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/full-and-thirsty-and-tired-and-lazy.html' title='Full and thirsty. (And tired and lazy.)'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112941282691128921</id><published>2005-10-15T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:47:06.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to win the lottery or something....</title><content type='html'>I need money! Replacing the top of my car would cost 2k... and I've gotta save up for some other stuff in my car too. Feeling kinda bad to have my parents pay for the top... don't know if I should be spending so much on a car that's not that new. Then again, the leaks during downpours aint something nice to live with. I need like tons of money. 10k would do nicely. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112941282691128921?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112941282691128921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112941282691128921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112941282691128921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112941282691128921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-need-to-win-lottery-or-something.html' title='I need to win the lottery or something....'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112918350815143505</id><published>2005-10-13T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T01:05:08.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="200" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffd391"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;Your Deadly Sins&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffce93"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Envy&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc995"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;: 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc498"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffbf9a"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride&lt;/strong&gt;: 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb99c"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffb49e"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffafa1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath&lt;/strong&gt;: 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffaaa3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell&lt;/strong&gt;: 37%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffa5a5"&gt;You will die in a duel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112918350815143505?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112918350815143505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112918350815143505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112918350815143505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112918350815143505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112909241728244869</id><published>2005-10-11T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T23:46:57.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiak!</title><content type='html'>Moving to your own groove moves the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112909241728244869?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112909241728244869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112909241728244869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112909241728244869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112909241728244869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/hiak.html' title='Hiak!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112900230783222735</id><published>2005-10-10T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:45:07.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I found myself.</title><content type='html'>Somewhere between those bipolar days and endless runs, I found myself. I'm guessing it's most prob those endless runs. I think running got myblood flowing again, and started detoxifying my body. I feel healthier already, although my calves and knees beg to differ. Man maybe I AM getting old... heck 22 aint 18. I better get my fat ass in shape before age makes it impossible to do that. I'm 15kg from my target. Hopefully by the trip to Singapore at the end of this year, I would have lost 2/3 of that weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun to right some of the wrongs that I had done to my life. Perhaps, things are getting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112900230783222735?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112900230783222735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112900230783222735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112900230783222735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112900230783222735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-found-myself.html' title='I found myself.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112855152788975453</id><published>2005-10-05T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T17:32:07.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mix Jello with Pineapple.</title><content type='html'>Somewhere, on every jello package, there is a warning not to mix the jello with pineapple. &lt;a href="http://galactanet.com/comic/304.htm" target="new"&gt;Find out why!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112855152788975453?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112855152788975453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112855152788975453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112855152788975453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112855152788975453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/dont-mix-jello-with-pineapple.html' title='Don&apos;t mix Jello with Pineapple.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112849513209309833</id><published>2005-10-05T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T01:52:12.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai...</title><content type='html'>I've decided to become a compulsive exerciser. I felt so uncomfortable not being able to go for a run after running 3 days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can develop an eating disorder too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too little time, too much weight to be lost...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112849513209309833?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112849513209309833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112849513209309833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112849513209309833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112849513209309833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/ai.html' title='Ai...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112844982900939655</id><published>2005-10-04T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:17:09.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!</title><content type='html'>WTF?! I've got 2 tests and a speech this week. Things aint going all that great. I guess I'll survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112844982900939655?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112844982900939655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112844982900939655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112844982900939655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112844982900939655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/wtf.html' title='WTF?!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112827091784541636</id><published>2005-10-02T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:35:17.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>I realize that it's time for me to make some significant changes to my life. Yeah I'm in shape right now... round is a shape. Gotta cut all that junk food that I've been feeding myself for the past few months and get back in shape. Gotta get my act together for all my classes too. Don't wanna get my GPA below 3 cuz otherwise it'll take me longer to graduate. Things being the way they are, I don't really wanna spend an extra semester or two in school. I think I've been approaching everything wrong. My approach is wrong, my priorities are wrong, my technique is wrong. Everything is just plain wrong. Time for a major upheaval. I have to take my life apart, shake it around a bit then put it back together with the right pieces in the right places. Everything's all jumbled up like a grotesque chimera right now. Be prepared for a new Vic. I am Vic. There's nothing I can't do when I put my heart to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112827091784541636?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112827091784541636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112827091784541636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112827091784541636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112827091784541636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112818889065449937</id><published>2005-10-01T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T12:48:10.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uber Multitasking!</title><content type='html'>I'm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting up an mp3&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning up the oilspill that migrated from my car to my apartment&lt;br /&gt;Putting pictures up on my blog&lt;br /&gt;Writing this article&lt;br /&gt;Chatting with friends on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway pictures from Chewbacca State Park's out. &lt;a href="http://v01dy-photobook.blogspot.com" target="next"&gt;Check them out here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112818889065449937?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112818889065449937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112818889065449937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112818889065449937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112818889065449937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/uber-multitasking.html' title='Uber Multitasking!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112815289169364683</id><published>2005-10-01T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T02:48:11.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping fingers crossed!</title><content type='html'>I'm keeping my fingers crossed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112815289169364683?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112815289169364683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112815289169364683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112815289169364683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112815289169364683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/10/keeping-fingers-crossed.html' title='Keeping fingers crossed!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112788710176882550</id><published>2005-09-28T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:58:21.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for:</title><content type='html'>Roses, Stars, Beach and a long walk with someone special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112788710176882550?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112788710176882550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112788710176882550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112788710176882550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112788710176882550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/wishing-for.html' title='Wishing for:'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112777392948989242</id><published>2005-09-26T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:32:09.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I MUST PROOF READ MY WORK!!!</title><content type='html'>I realize that my lack of proof reading has lead to certain mispellngs as well as fatal missing words that really result in statements opposite in meaning from what I had intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112777392948989242?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112772327367099970</id><published>2005-09-26T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:23:43.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnet of Musing</title><content type='html'>A lonesome soul's awake at three,&lt;br /&gt;While all the rest're in slumber's keep.&lt;br /&gt;Before he lays him down to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Ponder does he, of mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the ways of the world; its demeanor;&lt;br /&gt;Of how perception seems to turn,&lt;br /&gt;From disasters to the greatest omens,&lt;br /&gt;Into something else much obverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they are all illusions.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is what they are,&lt;br /&gt;For how can they change so much&lt;br /&gt;When there has not been transition?&lt;br /&gt;The ways of the world are such an enigma,&lt;br /&gt;Especially those matters of the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112772327367099970?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112772327367099970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112772327367099970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112772327367099970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112772327367099970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/sonnet-of-musing.html' title='Sonnet of Musing'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112769844034559829</id><published>2005-09-25T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:34:00.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Mountain pictures!</title><content type='html'>Stone Mountain pictures are out! &lt;a href="http://v01dy-photobook.blogspot.com" target="new"&gt;Check them out here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112769844034559829?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112769844034559829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112769844034559829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112769844034559829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112769844034559829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/stone-mountain-pictures.html' title='Stone Mountain pictures!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112768655526636963</id><published>2005-09-25T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:15:55.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One arrow, one life.</title><content type='html'>One arrow, one life: this is the essense of Kyudo, the Japanese art of archery. It refers to the belief that the way one shoots an arrow is the way one leads his entire life. Therefore, things that are wrong are to be fixed as they happen, for what we sacrifice by procrastinating is all our future chances. It is a philosophy that believes in the present, that one should not be preoccupied with past successes or failures; neither should one be preoccupied with future success or failure, for in doing either, we would be messing up this moment. One should focus on the task at hand, and not be distracted by the rest of the world. Nothing else matters, only the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been too preoccupied with the past, and I am still, and also fearful for the future. One arrow, one life. I will try to life my life that way, focusing on perfection of the task at hand, not bypredicting future outcomes by judging past experiences, but by doing what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'll be putting up pictures from Stone Mountain, Georgia after I take a nap. Check back in a bit for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112768655526636963?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112768655526636963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112768655526636963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112768655526636963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112768655526636963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-arrow-one-life.html' title='One arrow, one life.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112761970367010255</id><published>2005-09-24T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:41:43.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>09/24/05</title><content type='html'>Stone Mountain rox! It's like the biggest piece of rock I've ever seen. Interestingly, there is shrimp in the tiny pools on the mountain. Apparently the cysts of these shrimp pass through the digestive tracks of birds and certain mammals undigested and spawn whenever there is sufficient water. The view from the top of the mountain is breath taking. I would definitely love to go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese fair at Stone Mountain Park's mediocre though. Everything's so bloody inflated and there wasn't much that was particularly interesting there. There wasn't even many cute girls there (if there were any at all.) The highlight of the fair was the "Candy sculpting show." It was funny and highly entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, in the light of changing circumstances and because I cannot, will not, and hate to deal with baggage, I would like to retract certain statements made previously. I wish things were different, but they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got to know something that I wasn't supposed to know, saw something that I wasn't supposed to see, and did something that no one expected me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112761970367010255?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112761970367010255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112761970367010255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112761970367010255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112761970367010255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/092405.html' title='09/24/05'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112745667322810790</id><published>2005-09-23T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T01:29:19.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewbacca (Chewlaca) State Park</title><content type='html'>It rox. I had so much fun at Chewbacca State Park today with Brittany, Jennifer, Sam and Marie. I fell into the stream! Ahahaha first time for everything I guess. I'm just glad my phone got revived. Sam hit Jennifer with a rock! I was last on the trail, and saw a rock fly past and then looked up to see Jennifer start to cry. I thought the rock had hit her head or something... turns out it hit her on the finger. I guess she was just being a girl. (For the girls reading this, it means "girls have a low threshold of pain tolerance.") Well... it did have a red spot, which means internal bleeding, so I guess it might have been pretty painful. I take back that comment about her being a just a girl then. Brittany drives her 626 like a sports car. She likes to throw her passengers around! I'm not complaining... I was sitting two girls on the way back... haha dun really matter which way I fall. I think she's the only girl I know who runs down a rocky hillside in sandals. ¡Salud! :D Riding in her car made me realize that my eclipse has pretty little low-end torque. Or maybe that's just because she has a heavier foot than I do. Oh well, I guess that makes the ride smoother, but gives the passengers a misleading impression that it is slower than it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back there again, preferably with the same company. I had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Marie's outfit today looks straight out of the 60s. Who's Marie? She's Brittany's friend who wants to spend a night in the Church because it's supposedly haunted. I think her name's Marie but I'm really not sure. She was really quiet... just a little more quiet than her friend. Come on, haunted church? I think I've gotta tell them my first hand horror stories from Singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112745667322810790?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112745667322810790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112745667322810790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112745667322810790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112745667322810790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/chewbacca-chewlaca-state-park.html' title='Chewbacca (Chewlaca) State Park'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112734623530257096</id><published>2005-09-21T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T18:47:41.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens to our websites when we die?</title><content type='html'>I was reading my favorite webcomic, the &lt;a href="http://www.irregularwebcomic.net"&gt;Irregular Webcomic&lt;/a&gt; when the question of what happens to our websites when we die crossed my mind. I remember that a while back, just after the 911 attacks, Yahoo was in a spot for refusing to release the email passwords of the victims to the family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens to our websites when we die? Weblogs are an emerging phenomenon, and most owners of weblogs are under the age of 40. (This is an assumption from personal experience, and the experiences of others. In no way has this claim been statistically verified.) As such, I believe there has not been many cases of people with weblogs, or other such personal websites dying. What would happen should one of us die? Would the weblog be left in neglect and eventually deleted from the system?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weblogs are such wealthy banks of personal history. They should not be left to dust when the mortal body of it's owner crumbles. Each and every weblog tells a story. For sure, not every one might be interesting or particularly important, but they are a snapshot of humanity in the early 21st century. Imagine just how much more we would know about the 19th century if we had surviving diarys from peasants, factory workers, craftsmen, merchants and aristocrats. We would be able to see 19th century life from all the different points of view. Weblogs are an evolution of the way our racial memories are stored. Now, more than ever, historians in the future will have a clearer picture of how life was in our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that when we die, provided we leave instructions on how to access our weblogs, we will live on vividly in our loved ones' memories. Weblogs will be virtual shrines where people can visit to relive those good times that we had spent together while we were still on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that sense, everyone with access to a computer can leave his mark on history. Every man woman or child, regardless or race or creed, as long as they have access to a computer, they will leave their names in history. They might not be very famous, but they'll still play a part, just like the small parts that they played in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday in the future, some historian will look through this weblog, find this article and say that Vic was a person with foresight. Here's to you, future historian. Here's a voice from 2005 saying, cheers to you, and whichever time you may be from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112734623530257096?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112734623530257096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112734623530257096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112734623530257096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112734623530257096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-happens-to-our-websites-when-we.html' title='What happens to our websites when we die?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112719664940171128</id><published>2005-09-20T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:35:34.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down your face&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112719664940171128?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112719664940171128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112719664940171128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112719664940171128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112719664940171128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112690669725464126</id><published>2005-09-16T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T17:26:30.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do nice guys finish last?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nice guys do not finish last. They don't finish at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single one of my female friends tell me that nice guys definitely do not finish last. Xiu0 once told me that when girls want to settle down into a long term relationship, they would pick the nicer guys to be with. Well, if that's the case, why does everyone treat nice people like suckers?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anna, a friend at FOY desk, asked me during the Georgia Tech game why I had picked up the shift from some other guy. I just shrugged, and she told me that I was being "too nice." Can there even be such a thing as being too nice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people equate being nice with suffering? Being nice brings it's own rewards. Have you ever helped a child who was lost? Did you ever ask yourself "Is he worth it?" or "Why do I have to be nice to this child?" Chances are that you had helped him without a thought, and after the fact, you felt good about yourself. I guess somehow, in this materialistic world, we have forgotten that happiness does not lie with getting the benefit in every situation. However, since everyone else measures happiness with profits, I guess nice people do look like fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a very nice person. I'm only nice to people I like. Someone who recently commented on my post realized the truth the hard way. The more I like them, the nicer I am to them. On the flip side, the less I like someone, the more nasty I am to them. I try to keep the nasty side to myself, due to my abhorrence of conflict. So, usually, I wouldn't be nasty to anyone even though I don't really like them. Some people push me over that edge though. Blood matters too, but not as much as how much I like them. For instance, I treat my best friends better than my siblings, but no matter what they do, I still love them. I definitely treated Michelle much better than everyone else in the world, which brings me to the point of this entire post. How would you know if someone is worth being nice to? What makes anyone "worth it" anyway? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you do something, then it must be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the underlying foundation of marketing, and I think it's one of the underlying truths in life. No matter how bad something seems to you or to others, if you do it, it must be worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Kristy, she's worth it. Despite what it seems to you, I don't suffer when I do what I do. In fact, the contrary is true. Being nice to her makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112690669725464126?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112690669725464126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112690669725464126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112690669725464126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112690669725464126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/do-nice-guys-finish-last.html' title='Do nice guys finish last?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112690614565681870</id><published>2005-09-16T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T02:15:08.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some other personal thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess some people will call me nice. I think that's just because I don't vocalize my nasty thoughts. But, that's being nice too isn't it? Now I have to thank my mother for bringing me up this way. Being the eldest child, I inherited her youthful hopeful ideals of fairness, honesty and civility before experience made her impart more "useful" attributes to her children. Now, if only I was less messy, more hardworking and had better control over my finances, I would be an outstanding person. I guess different people are meant to lead different lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My brother would be an outstanding person if he had a better temper and was less argumentative. I was really quiet as a boy, and I had a fiery temper a few years back. I wonder how he's going to turn out. He's really smart and is very money minded. He's an entrepreneur. I don't think there's a chance for him not to be rich in the future if he doesn't go astray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's very good disciplined. She's stubborn and a hypochrondriac, but she'll go really well in the future I guess. She's structured and ordered. Her thoughts come out of an orderly thought process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, my thought processes are crazy. I guess I'm better at parallel thoughts than sequential ones. My ideas come in bursts of inspiration. When I get into the mood, thoughts seem to flow from places that I don't know off. I come up with stuff that I didn't think I could come up with. All this, however is useless. I'm not an artist. I'm not an artiste. I wonder how I would fare in the future. All I know is that my brain functions on a drug, and that drug is motivation. When I am sufficiently motivated, I can do anything. Brittany once asked me what a drug is. I told her that I consider anything that alters your mental state a drug. Motivation is my drug, and amor its source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor vincit omnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love conquers all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112690614565681870?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112690614565681870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112690614565681870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112690614565681870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112690614565681870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-other-personal-thoughts.html' title='Some other personal thoughts.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112671933909737809</id><published>2005-09-14T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T12:37:22.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The metamorphosis is complete.</title><content type='html'>Almost two years ago, a change started to happen. It wasn't obvious in the beginning, but I'm happy to say that after two years of internal reflection, I'm a changed person. Although I still worry over nothing sometimes, I do that a lot less now. I remember I used to be a person who needed guarantees, and instant gratification. I remember I used to flit from one girl to another. I remember I used to do nothing sometimes because I thought that they were not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone came along. Someone special. I don't know how she feels about me, all that I know is that she's not ready. She'd pretty much told me that. (Well, not in those exact words, but the gist is the same.) Somehow, instead of just letting things go, I chose to stay on. For the first time, all I wanted to do was to be there for her, and be nice to her without any expectations of return. I barely know her; I can't wait to get to know her better. Yet, these feelings are different from the rest. Sure, this isn't love, but it sure feels like love's prelude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two years, I've come to realize the truth of love. Love is about giving. Love is about giving till it hurts. Love is about giving till it hurts, and then giving some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would want to love her. So I guess I'll start by giving. Giving till it hurts, and then giving some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112671933909737809?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112671933909737809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112671933909737809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112671933909737809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112671933909737809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/metamorphosis-is-complete.html' title='The metamorphosis is complete.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112662707810593521</id><published>2005-09-13T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T10:57:58.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes, you get what you give.</title><content type='html'>Can someone please tell me which song the above lyrics are from? I think it was in a swatch or other commercial some time back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112662707810593521?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112662707810593521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112662707810593521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112662707810593521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112662707810593521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-dont-always-get-what-you-want-but.html' title='You don&apos;t always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes, you get what you give.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112655828863545044</id><published>2005-09-12T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:51:28.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?</title><content type='html'>WTF?  I have 8 hits today already. I know I know, this blog is becoming boring... I'll try harder next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112655828863545044?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112655828863545044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112655828863545044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112655828863545044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112655828863545044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/wtf.html' title='WTF?'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112638449647040904</id><published>2005-09-10T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T15:34:56.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Been very busy and tired this whole week. No energy or inclination to talk about anything except to mention that things are going well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112638449647040904?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112638449647040904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112638449647040904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112638449647040904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112638449647040904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112571833394927223</id><published>2005-09-02T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T22:32:13.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creationism has no place in SCIENCE CLASS.</title><content type='html'>Creationism has no basis in science and has no place in science class. It amazes me that 45% of Americans would prefer creationism to be mentioned alongside Darwin's Theory of Natural Selection in science class. Then again, it does not amaze me. After all, they voted for the President Chimpanzee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irregularwebcomic.net/949.html" target="external"&gt;http://www.irregularwebcomic.net/949.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venganza.org/index.htm"&gt;The Creationist Theory of the Flying Spagetti Monster.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112571833394927223?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112571833394927223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112571833394927223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112571833394927223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112571833394927223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/09/creationism-has-no-place-in-science.html' title='Creationism has no place in SCIENCE CLASS.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112446509896592653</id><published>2005-08-19T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T10:24:58.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well settles that...</title><content type='html'>I just tendered my resignation from my position in the ISO yesterday. Well that settles the dilema of working for something I like and making economic losses and working for something I don't like as much and making more decent money. Well, there surely aint any way I'm going to work for something that doesn't really pay when I'm not happy working there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I met a cute girl in class today, and my classes are like all full of babes. Gonna be a pretty good fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112446509896592653?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112446509896592653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112446509896592653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112446509896592653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112446509896592653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-settles-that.html' title='Well settles that...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112434981226933411</id><published>2005-08-18T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:23:32.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay-ass b0tch</title><content type='html'>Just finished doing the newsletter for the International Student Organization... the president asked me to vett his speech, then when I corrected it, he disagreed, so I told him I'm not making any changes to his speech, (which was horrendous anyway... "other organizations different to the ISO") and the admin assistant and the faculty advisor want to change some grammar. I just told them to do whatever they like as I dun give a shit anymore, and I won't take credit for the english. 690 Verbal SAT score, straight As for english all my life including Os GPs and college english classes... and they think my grammar is wrong. Yeah right. I have better grammar drunk then they'll ever have.&lt;br /&gt;Vic's fingers marred the sand at &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/gotta-bitch-abt-something.html"&gt;9:42 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Edit Post" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112269153020082105&amp;amp;quickEdit=true"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="comments"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112305205427913624"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/3784117"&gt;rena&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;you are so right, you have better grammar than almost anybody I know! Ok, you plus jimmie, the three of us are grammar monsters!Come back soon vicky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/gotta-bitch-abt-something.html#112305205427913624"&gt;1:54 AM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112305205427913624"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112424965950564849"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/11775204"&gt;garlfr&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;I don´t even know how I got to your blog, but I got to read it. I´m not going to disagree by saying that I have better grammar or english skills than I do because I know is not true. What I don´t like is your attitude towards the ISO. I thought you work for ISO because you care about international students, which is the only reason you should be there. To help international Students. One more thing, if you disagree just tell us and be sure that neither you nor us are perfect and we all make mistakes, that is the reason why we work as a group, to share our ideas to give the best of our work. And if you have anything to say to me please say it, don´t let me find out from different sources, otherwise our trust will be broken and none of us wants that. See you next week.-The ISO President-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/gotta-bitch-abt-something.html#112424965950564849"&gt;10:34 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112424965950564849"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c112434537829029773"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/6035916"&gt;Vic&lt;/a&gt; said...&lt;br /&gt;Man... this is my blog and if you find out anything unpleasant when you visit, it's just too bad. Well since you don't like my attitude, then let's just fire me and get done with it yeah? I volunteered for the job on the premise that there weren't mandatory hours. I never signed an agreement to putting 10 hrs every week into it? So what if I'm unhappy about it and rant it on my PRIVATE blog? Do you see be going around other organizations complaining about it? Don't bitch to me about what I write on my blog. I was functioning normally for the ISO by releasing my frustration on my blog. This bitchass comment just made me want to work for the ISO less. Don't come to my blog and tell me what to do and what not to do make. Wake up. This is a private thing. And I don't have anything to say to you. You're just plain nosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="comment permalink" href="http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/gotta-bitch-abt-something.html#112434537829029773"&gt;1:09 AM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Delete Comment" style="BORDER-TOP-STYLE: none; BORDER-RIGHT-STYLE: none; BORDER-LEFT-STYLE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM-STYLE: none" href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112434537829029773"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112434981226933411?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112434981226933411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112434981226933411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112434981226933411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112434981226933411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/08/gay-ass-b0tch.html' title='Gay-ass b0tch'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112424514596069688</id><published>2005-08-16T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:19:05.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so very tired.</title><content type='html'>Just moved into my new apartment a few days ago. Physically very tired as the train tracks run just behind the place and the noise is deafening. The trains run all through the night. Mentally exhausted with all those personal complications and stress with the organizations. I'm not looking forward to any PSE meetings chaired by the bitchy brat. Torn between what I want and how things are, I'm terribly tired of this life. Somebody save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112424514596069688?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112424514596069688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112424514596069688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112424514596069688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112424514596069688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-so-very-tired.html' title='I am so very tired.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112382200917557096</id><published>2005-08-11T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:46:49.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My my...</title><content type='html'>I think I might have become that which I hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112382200917557096?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112382200917557096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112382200917557096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112382200917557096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112382200917557096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-my.html' title='My my...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112368333128104176</id><published>2005-08-10T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:15:31.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Niagara Falls Pictures</title><content type='html'>Yep. They're up. They're messed up, but they're up. &lt;a href="http://v01dy-photobook.blogspot.com/" target="pictures"&gt;Check them out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112368333128104176?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112368333128104176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112368333128104176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112368333128104176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112368333128104176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/08/niagara-falls-pictures.html' title='Niagara Falls Pictures'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112361473556552836</id><published>2005-08-09T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:12:15.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Just got back home (the one in Mobile.) Returned from Niagara 2 days ago and spent two nights being a homeless person in Auburn. Got tons of pictures. I'll post it when I post it. Feeling really lazy right now. Oh, today's national day, so I'll do my lil bit for patriotism. Fuck Malaysia. That's it. I'm gonna post those pictures later so check back again in a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112361473556552836?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112361473556552836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112361473556552836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112361473556552836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112361473556552836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112278564954934738</id><published>2005-07-30T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:54:09.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I give others the feeling that I am very uptight.</title><content type='html'>I give others the feeling that I am very uptight. Ahha me being uptight... for those who know me better, it can't get any further from the truth now can it? Oh well, I guess perhaps over the years, I've been accumulating much emotional baggage. I'm always over-analysing everything and everyone. Don't know when I started doing that, I think it's part of my personality, but I think it's time I started just taking everything at face value, especially when it comes to my personal life. It's bad when we don't think enough, but I starting to get the impression that it's also bad when we think too much. Time to sit back, smoke a joint and relax. Xiu0 suggested that I take a shot of vodka every morning. I think I might just do that. A shot of vodka sure would loosen me up a wee bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112278564954934738?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112278564954934738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112278564954934738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112278564954934738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112278564954934738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-give-others-feeling-that-i-am-very.html' title='I give others the feeling that I am very uptight.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112278398202995760</id><published>2005-07-30T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:26:22.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring</title><content type='html'>I was packing (still am) my stuff cuz I had to moveo out of my apartment cuz the damn lease has ended. Anyway, I found one of the rings that I had brought over from Singapore, and to avoid losing it, I put it on. It felt tighter than I remembered... must be because I've put on a substantial amount of weight since I came to Alabama. I am feeling &lt;strike&gt;surprisingly&lt;/strike&gt; really good today. Yeap yeap. Good. Yeap. Hokay. That's it. Moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112278398202995760?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112278398202995760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112278398202995760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112278398202995760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112278398202995760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/ring.html' title='Ring'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112269153020082105</id><published>2005-07-29T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:45:30.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta bitch abt something</title><content type='html'>Just finished doing the newsletter for the International Student Organization... the president asked me to vett his speech, then when I corrected it, he disagreed, so I told him I'm not making any changes to his speech, (which was horrendous anyway... "other organizations different to the ISO") and the admin assistant and the faculty advisor want to change some grammar. I just told them to do whatever they like as I dun give a shit anymore, and I won't take credit for the english. 690 Verbal SAT score, straight As for english all my life including Os GPs and college english classes... and they think my grammar is wrong. Yeah right. I have better grammar drunk then they'll ever have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112269153020082105?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112269153020082105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112269153020082105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112269153020082105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112269153020082105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/gotta-bitch-abt-something.html' title='Gotta bitch abt something'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112257659372775514</id><published>2005-07-28T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T13:49:53.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some english lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/fwordflash.html"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/fwordflash.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112257659372775514?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112257659372775514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112257659372775514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112257659372775514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112257659372775514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-english-lessons.html' title='Some english lessons'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112247488340118815</id><published>2005-07-27T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T09:34:43.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelations from SNs</title><content type='html'>This morning, I realize that perhaps I am the only one holding on to the past. Gotta thank Pet for that. Her msn sn asked "Why do people die?" I answered "Cuz if they didn't you wouldn't be here." Frankly, all this while, I've been hanging on the slim hope that someday, somehow, things will be right again. I'm kinda sick of this whole ex topic. Time to drop it for the final time. Cherylyn's msn sn asks "Why would you need a second chance if you chose to give up the first time?" How true. What was I thinking, living in my own fantasy world? Michelle was like the spot on Lady Macbeth's hand. I'm glad that I've washed out that damn spot. The reason why the new is missing is because its spot is filled with deadwood. Time to dig out that stump and plant a new seed. This is the last you'll hear of this. I'm sure you're sick of reading about this shit. Well, I'm sick of writing about this shit too. Today is the beginning of the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112247488340118815?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112247488340118815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112247488340118815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112247488340118815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112247488340118815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/revelations-from-sns.html' title='Revelations from SNs'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112235624529133435</id><published>2005-07-26T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T00:37:25.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some funny shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/endofworld.html"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/flash/endofworld.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112235624529133435?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112235624529133435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112235624529133435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112235624529133435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112235624529133435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-funny-shit.html' title='Some funny shit'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112226706464339693</id><published>2005-07-24T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:51:04.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black spoke silver lip rims.</title><content type='html'>Just finished painting my rims. Pictures soon. Damn worn out, school, work, ISO shit, and today, car. I'm so dehydrated from working all day (and 1/2 a night) in the 30+ degree heat that I've a headache that goes away for a while each time I drink water. Alright, gonna go get some rest. PC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112226706464339693?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112226706464339693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112226706464339693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112226706464339693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112226706464339693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/black-spoke-silver-lip-rims.html' title='Black spoke silver lip rims.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112187217144837965</id><published>2005-07-20T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T10:09:31.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke...</title><content type='html'>Ai... maybe I'll not spend so much on my car... especially not with the &lt;a href="http://www.detnews.com/2004/autosconsumer/0411/10/f03-323632.htm"&gt;Supra&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.motortrend.com/features/news/112_news5/"&gt;Skyline GT-R&lt;/a&gt; returning in 2007 (graduation year!!!) I think I'm probably gonna get one of these instead of dumping so much money into the eclipse. Twin cam V6s and twin turbos sound real good right now comapred to the measly 10g turbo in the eclipse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112187217144837965?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112187217144837965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112187217144837965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112187217144837965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112187217144837965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/broke.html' title='Broke...'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-112178696416356677</id><published>2005-07-19T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:34:55.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eclipse is a monetary black hole!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been eating instant noodles almost everyday and dumping insane amounts of money in my car. What kind of life is this? I must admit it does feel pretty good. Ahaha it kinda feels like being in love, when all that matters is your other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of expenditure on my car so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis: $80&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen sensor replacement: $198&lt;br /&gt;Clear Signal Lens: $24&lt;br /&gt;Oz Front Speakers: $80&lt;br /&gt;Red Interior Bulbs: $ 5&lt;br /&gt;Miscellanous paint supplies: $19&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: $416&lt;br /&gt;Damn... I din't know I spent 416 already in 1.5 months... mmm I think my dad paid for half the oxygen sensor replacement. Yeap you read it right. Miscellanous paint supplies. I'm going to paint my 16" rims while saving up for these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rag Top Replacement: $1500&lt;br /&gt;Blitz Body Kit + Labor: $1800&lt;br /&gt;Momo 18" Rims: $1200&lt;br /&gt;Eagle F1 18" Tires: $1200&lt;br /&gt;Red LED Underbody Kit + Labor: $300&lt;br /&gt;Windows Tint: $140&lt;br /&gt;Engine Rebuild: $1300&lt;br /&gt;Manual Tranmission Swap: $500&lt;br /&gt;Invader-Style Carbon Fibre Hood: $350&lt;br /&gt;HKS BOV: $300&lt;br /&gt;Ingen Cold Air Intake: $180&lt;br /&gt;Custom Red Vinyls: $150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total : $8930&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it cost the same as my car itself lol. Maybe I'll just trade it in after I find a secure job and get a newer car to modify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's next month's expenditure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lug Nuts Lock Removal: $25&lt;br /&gt;Lug Nuts: $10-20&lt;br /&gt;Engine Emissions Tuneup: $150&lt;br /&gt;Grand Total: $185 - 205&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Scott (the guy who owns the workshop that I frequent, yeah FREQUENT,) says, this is an expensive hobby. Anyone feel like contributing to the project? I accept cash, check and money orders. I'll put a decal with your name on my car :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, how've you guys been? Aint heard from no one in a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112178696416356677?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112178696416356677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112178696416356677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112178696416356677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112178696416356677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/eclipse-is-monetary-black-hole.html' title='The Eclipse is a monetary black hole!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-112052093420027209</id><published>2005-07-04T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:48:54.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have moved!</title><content type='html'>We have moved into our new house! &lt;a href="http://v01dy-photobook.blogspot.com" taget="external"&gt;Take a look here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-112052093420027209?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/112052093420027209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=112052093420027209' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112052093420027209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/112052093420027209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-have-moved.html' title='We have moved!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9858441.post-111958465386566144</id><published>2005-06-23T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T23:00:57.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally was able to do the Crazy FroG DDR!!!</title><content type='html'>I finally was able to do the Crazy FroG DDR (I was high on alcohol) so &lt;a href="http://crazyfrog.yourebustingmyballs.com/CrazyRemix/index.asp?q=ringtone" target="external"&gt;I'm putting it up for you Crazy FroG freaks out there. &lt;/a&gt;My higest score was 18080(?). Alright. So you've made a higher score on the DDR. &lt;a href="http://www.linkworld.ws/funny/crazy/" target="external"&gt;Find out if you are still legally sane.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111958465386566144?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111958465386566144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111958465386566144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111958465386566144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111958465386566144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-finally-was-able-to-do-crazy-frog.html' title='I finally was able to do the Crazy FroG DDR!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111933261388323728</id><published>2005-06-21T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T00:51:07.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill that CrazY FroG!!!</title><content type='html'>Now that you've been exposed to the CrazY FroG, &lt;a href="http://hatethatfrog.desktopcreatures.com/index.asp?q=Ringtones" target="external"&gt;it's time for you to shoot it.&lt;/a&gt; My best was 90 and 1/4 meters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: It's now 92.5m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111933261388323728?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111933261388323728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111933261388323728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111933261388323728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111933261388323728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/06/kill-that-crazy-frog.html' title='Kill that CrazY FroG!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111913990394105684</id><published>2005-06-18T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:11:43.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy FroG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/totp/broadband/video/bb/de-s310-500-061_crazyfrog_axelf_16x9_bb.ram"&gt;Watch the video here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111913990394105684?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111913990394105684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111913990394105684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111913990394105684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111913990394105684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/06/crazy-frog.html' title='Crazy FroG!!!'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111871985667925378</id><published>2005-06-13T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T22:35:33.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1005 visits + yet another social commentary</title><content type='html'>Alright the hit count just crossed the 1000 mark today. I know it's just one thousand, and that most of them are just the same people visiting over and over again, but it's kinda special whenever a digit is added to a counter number. 1000 hits in 7 months... that works out to be an average of 4 hits a day. Never meant for strangers to visit my blog, and I guess it's kept in line with my wish. I'm supposed to be studying right now... I guess I should get right to it. Lol it's almost a year since I left Singapore. It doesn't feel that long at all. I keep having the feeling that I just got here. I guess that's because I don't really have a big bunch of friends whom I hang out with. At least I have quite a few groups of friends to hang out with in Singapore. I guess I still have to work on my social circle. However, the saddest thing about being here probably is the lack of a decent club in Auburn. All the pubs really suck so much. What I wouldn't give for them to open a club that's 1/2 as cool as Zouk over here. I guess I'm just going to party my ass off when I get back to Singapore and when I finally get my ass out of this boring town. It looked pretty big on my first visit here. It's really really really very small. Auburn Village is a term more apt than Auburn City. Alright let's just compromise and rename the place Auburn Town and avoid misleading people in the future. Really, if I had known I was coming to such a boring place, I would have avoided it altogether. Then again, coming here isn't all bad. It widens the perspective, and really dimished my respect for white trash, opps I meant people. I have quite a few white friends, but most of them are just snobbish, ignorant morons who think that they are the smartest people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how so many Americans still think of themselves as being so much better than foreigners even though all the best stuff are being made in Japan or Europe. America is only good at making weapons, and using them. Although most people would beg to differ on the later. Let's face it, most of the people keeping the American economy afloat are Asian immigrants. &lt;a href="http://www.wwnorton.com/giddens4/chapters/chapter8/welcome.htm" target="external"&gt;Asian-Americans have the highest income of all racial/ethnic groups, but their poverty rate is twice that of whites.&lt;/a&gt; This is probably the greatest indication of the failure of the American education system. Lets face it, although there are many Asian-Americans who excel in school and in life, the fact is that most of them fall through the cracks, and most of the people who excel academically, and later, professionally, have gone through foreign education of some form. Since they are from the same bloodline, their genetic potential are obviously the same. It is the system that fails them. The greatest failing of America is self-deceit. Ask any average American on the street, and they will tell you that America is the world Super-power, and is leading the world. America has the best economy and highest living standards. The sad thing is, the economy is growing at a measly 3%, while the so-called "third world countries" like poor ol' Bangladesh's economy is growing at twice the rate. Singapore really takes the cake in economic growth. It's growth rate was 12% last quarter. The US is also in debt. &lt;a href="http://www.toptips.com/debtclock.html" target="external"&gt;$7 trillion of in it fact, and growing.&lt;/a&gt; Also, to add insult to injury, &lt;a href="http://www.cia.gov/cia/publications/factbook/rankorder/2004rank.html" target="external"&gt;US has lost it's leadership in Gross Domestic Product per Capital.&lt;/a&gt; But it's alright, as they say, ignorance is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111871985667925378?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111871985667925378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111871985667925378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111871985667925378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111871985667925378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/06/1005-visits-yet-another-social.html' title='1005 visits + yet another social commentary'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111842486435652020</id><published>2005-06-10T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:34:24.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go to a place where I can say that I'm alright and stay there with you.</title><content type='html'>Do you like the music? It's from the soundtrack of Gundam Seed Destiny by the way. Kinda mellow yeah? Dun seem like music from a robot anime does it? I used to hate mellow songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the ISO office alone, at the computer. It's 1220 right now, and it's pouring outside. It's the kinda torrential rain that always reminds me of Singapore. I used to walk in the rain. I walked 2 hours home from school once just because it was raining. I still walk in the rain; I guess not much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write poems. My poems never rhymed. It was about the words and the structure, never about the rhymes. I don't write them anymore. Few people appreciate them. Fewer still inspire them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to write songs. They were unpolished, but they were from the heart. I don't write them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to jazz. I used to hate jazz. It seemed to me that jazz singers were so in love with their voice, and liked repeating the same verse over and over. It turns out that that was just one exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost alot of my angst, and gained alot of acceptance. Perhaps it is wisdom. Perhaps it is despair. I wonder if the day would come where I stop trying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are different now; people change with time. While the rest of the world moved, I moved too. I guess while the rest of the world change on the outside, I changed more on the inside. You couldn't tell any difference between the person I am and the person I was. But I can. I feel it. Within me, there is a growing reluctance to hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope may be the sole salvation of mankind, but it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really ok? It's never going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111842486435652020?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111842486435652020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111842486435652020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111842486435652020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111842486435652020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanna-go-to-place-where-i-can-say.html' title='I wanna go to a place where I can say that I&apos;m alright and stay there with you.'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111837896752376623</id><published>2005-06-09T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T23:49:27.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some bad photography</title><content type='html'>Hehe, what's the result of waxing two nice cars with high quality wax and a buffer? Fucking awesome that's what. I have some really &lt;a href="http://v01dy-photobook.blogspot.com/" target="external"&gt;poorly taken pictures&lt;/a&gt; (taken without the flash and couldn't really hold the camera that still...) for you to check out. It's Brian's 2005 Acura RSX-Type S beside my 97 Eclipse Spyder GS-T. The wax job and poor photography kinda narrows the gap between these 2 cars duncha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my car. It's much less complicated than loving a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111837896752376623?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111837896752376623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111837896752376623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111837896752376623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111837896752376623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-bad-photography.html' title='Some bad photography'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111833687882580117</id><published>2005-06-09T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T12:07:58.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoohoo</title><content type='html'>Things are going great. Sent my car to Zen motorsports to get the catalytic oxygen sensor replaced yesterday. Finally have no more engine problems with it and it's running really smooth now. I can really feel horsepower finally restored to the engine. Also, the engine's finally not dumping fuel like it's nobody's business. The interior of the exhaust pipes have turned black because of all the carbon that my car was releasing. Miraculously, I think the weather stripping leaks have been fixed too. It was still dripping abit after tightening the clamps, but I think the rubber has deformed and conformed to the new shape, this sealing the car properly now. All that's left is to glue that small gap between the rear windshield and the canvas. But it's not leaking much anyway so I think I'm not going to rush into it. Just removed the 'Mitsubishi' sticker on my car too. Gonna pluck out the 'Eclipse' from the tail lamps this weekend to give my car  that clean look. I'm probably gonna keep the 'Spyder' sticker though... I like the way it looks. Gonna save up for a cold air intake for my car. I'm gonna forgo the blowoff valve for a while cuz my friend says that it doesn't really help much with the turbo lag. Might as well get an additional 20hp for that amount of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I finally have peace of mind regarding my vechicle. It's been way overdue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111833687882580117?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111833687882580117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111833687882580117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111833687882580117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111833687882580117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/06/whoohoo.html' title='Whoohoo'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111750755145394443</id><published>2005-05-30T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:45:51.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Revolution</title><content type='html'>Okay, I've finally changed my car. The 2000 Chrysler Concorde LX is out, and the 97 Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder GS-T is in. Pictures are available &lt;a href="http://v01dy-photobook.blogspot.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; There are still some wrinkles with the Eclipse to iron, out, but it's driving and looking real good now, and I'm betting it'll rock once the I've smoothed out the rough edges. The car is totally stock, which is good, cuz it means that no one has screwed it up yet. The check engine light turned on just after I got it, a bad sign, but it maybe just a pinched wire. It could also be a problem with the transmission because it acts weird sometimes. There's no problems other than that so I'm feeling pretty optimistic about it. The Eclipse GS-T does 0-60mph in 6.6 secs but since I got the Eclipse Spyder, the convertible top weighs it down and drags the timing down to somewhere nearer to 7 seconds. It is still freakingly powerful though it has just 210 horsepower which is just pretty decent for such a car, its 214 lbs of torque makes it push its passengers back in their seats whenever it acclerates from rest. I'm planning to add intakes and change the exhaust too, in addition to replacing the bonnet with a carbon fibre hood all in due time. Gonna boost the turbo too, and change the top to a black one all in due time. When all that's done, I'm gonna rip out the auto transmission and throw in a six-speed shifter. Now I've gotta take care of maintenance first, like sending it to get its engine looked at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111750755145394443?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111750755145394443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111750755145394443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111750755145394443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111750755145394443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/05/car-revolution.html' title='Car Revolution'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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-9858441.post-111674489473211147</id><published>2005-05-22T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:54:54.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crown VIC Pie</title><content type='html'>Yeah... time for an ego trip. Check out the Crown VIC Pie &lt;a href="http://v01dy-photobook.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; While you're at it, take a look at some pictures of Miami beach that I just got around to uploading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my current travel scoreboard. 11%. Damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALCAFLGALAMS" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66"&gt;create your own personalized map of the USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the &lt;a href="http://www.screaming-penguin.com/main.php?storyid=4907"&gt;long lost twin brother of the new Pope&lt;/a&gt; has been found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note, TIME Magazine has found &lt;a href="http://screaming-penguin.com/images/timemagazine.jpg"&gt;the cause of the US's economic and political woes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/extreme4/kiddofspeed/chapter1.html"&gt;awesome site about Elena and her trips into the dead zone in Chernobyl.&lt;/a&gt; I don't use the word awesome alot, so you know that this site's really something. I came across this site a while back before I started this blog, and just came across it again so I'm putting it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking... just who are you guys who've made the almost 900 hits to this blog? Please leave a comment and let me know, because, I CARE. Frankly, I'm just curious about why my blog would get any hits at all, being non-awesome and all... Anyway if you've been searching for something to send to that person whom you just couldn't care less about, you're in luck, cuz I've &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/theoffice/images/xcardgallery/whatever.jpg"&gt;found it for you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9858441-111674489473211147?l=v01dy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/feeds/111674489473211147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9858441&amp;postID=111674489473211147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111674489473211147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9858441/posts/default/111674489473211147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://v01dy.blogspot.com/2005/05/crown-vic-pie.html' title='Crown VIC Pie'/><author><name>Vic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03782637740277091295</uri><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>
