<?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-3594476</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:50:51.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Use Of Pseudo Ink</title><subtitle type='html'>Totally Random.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>265</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-116015362616804075</id><published>2006-10-07T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T00:53:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!! Meet Paranoia Again</title><summary type='text'>If I am a robot, I would have been a Paranoid Android. Everything that she does I would mentally freak out. Even for a little. The fear of losing her is too great. If put into an analogy, its like having a beautiful butterfly in my hand. But once the thought of her flying away kicks in, natural reflexes would trigger and i would clench my fist even tighter and in the end killing the beautiful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/116015362616804075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=116015362616804075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/116015362616804075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/116015362616804075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-meet-paranoia-again.html' title='Hello!!! Meet Paranoia Again'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-115616653513306012</id><published>2006-08-21T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:45:13.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not The Same</title><summary type='text'>It's not the same when you walk past Subway and find that you lost your appetite  'cos its not the same as sharing it with someone you love in the cold.It's not the same when you walk past local yummy paos and find that they aren't that yummy anymore 'cos you dont have someone to share them with to keep your hands and mouth warm and to blow smoke rings with.I guess its easier for loneliness to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/115616653513306012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=115616653513306012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/115616653513306012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/115616653513306012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-not-same.html' title='It&apos;s Not The Same'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114853894003259052</id><published>2006-05-25T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T14:52:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Towel Day</title><summary type='text'>alt="Towel Day :: A tribute to Douglas Adams (1952-2001)"width="468" height="60" border="1" /&gt;Happy Towel Day!!! The banner size didn't turn out right but I couldn't give a fuck 'cos I'm off to hitch a ride with my trusty towel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114853894003259052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114853894003259052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114853894003259052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114853894003259052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-towel-day.html' title='Happy Towel Day'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114816208351953573</id><published>2006-05-21T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T05:54:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown</title><summary type='text'>The countdown has sort of begun. Its almost 6 weeks before she gets back and I can't wait for that to happen. The alternative is for me to fly up there to spend her last week there with her just before she flies back.The thought  of me flying there is really tempting. A new city. Being able to visit other friends as well. The bed that she makes it sound so nice to sleep in. The lack of parental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114816208351953573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114816208351953573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114816208351953573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114816208351953573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/05/countdown.html' title='The Countdown'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114770822097602180</id><published>2006-05-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:50:20.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I haven't dreamt of anything in a long while. Maybe years. I can't remember how long it has been since I last dreamt of something. I like dreaming while I sleep. Even though they might be bizzare or really out of this world.I can only credit one person for making me having dreams again. And that's her. The girl that I'm dating. Maybe its a conincidental thing or maybe its not. Since I've only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114770822097602180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114770822097602180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114770822097602180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114770822097602180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114686883773024193</id><published>2006-05-06T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:53:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters</title><summary type='text'>First, there was the Z Monster that attacks us and put us to sleep. Then came the Eyebag Monster which attacks us and give us ugly eyebags. And next came the tag-team duo of Envy and Jealous Monster.The Envy and Jealous Monster didnt used to hit me. They used to only attack her and made her crappy, wanting what she have 30,000 miles to be there with her whenever she sees other couples in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114686883773024193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114686883773024193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114686883773024193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114686883773024193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/05/monsters.html' title='Monsters'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114684348428778474</id><published>2006-05-05T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:38:04.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><summary type='text'>Everyday paranoia grips me. No matter how hard I manage to shake it off each day I know that it still lurks quietly in the corner. Silently waiting for its chance to pounce.The fear of losing her to some unknown forces is too huge to overcome. Everyday is a battle. Eleven weeks. Thats how long it would take before I could fight the battle in the light. For now everyday is a battle that I have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114684348428778474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114684348428778474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114684348428778474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114684348428778474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/05/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114674667090787747</id><published>2006-05-04T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:44:30.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Timing</title><summary type='text'>Its funny how the first dream I had of her turned out bad in reality and the fact that she didnt even appear in the dream. In any case the dream wasnt a good one at all. I had almost been killed in my dream. And I realised that the dream was about her when I realised that she wasnt at my bedside when I was close to being fatally wounded in the dream.Call it a premonition but it plagued me after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114674667090787747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114674667090787747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114674667090787747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114674667090787747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-timing.html' title='Bad Timing'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114477760223602901</id><published>2006-04-12T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T01:46:42.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helplessness</title><summary type='text'>It's an awful feeling to see someone fall from grace and not being able to do a thing about it. You just stand there from afar watching. Hoping for something that you can do to help that person from falling. But you know you can't no matter how hard you tried.It's even worse when you know that the choice of falling is their's and there's nothing you can do to stop it. And the only thing you can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114477760223602901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114477760223602901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114477760223602901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114477760223602901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/04/helplessness.html' title='Helplessness'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114461084614729829</id><published>2006-04-10T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T03:27:26.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sssshhhh ..... It's All So Quiet</title><summary type='text'>The silence is deafening. Even with the monkeys outside shouting 'GOOOAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!' the silence is still deafening. Even with music playing the silence is deafening. Even at work with the machines running and projects playing in the background, the silence is deafening. Even with car horns and traffic noise and the ipod playing in the background while driving, the silence is deafening.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114461084614729829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114461084614729829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114461084614729829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114461084614729829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/04/sssshhhh-its-all-so-quiet.html' title='Sssshhhh ..... It&apos;s All So Quiet'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-114344802084422916</id><published>2006-03-27T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:52:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's too young</title><summary type='text'>hats what everyone told me or at least thats what lene told me. age doesnt make any difference when you have feelings for someone thats what i think.  they say that im stupid to reject someone when im having the longest dry spell they have ever known just to try for something which everyone know might not even happen.everyone did ask why but i dont think i've told anyone, maybe besides lene and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/114344802084422916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=114344802084422916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114344802084422916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/114344802084422916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/03/shes-too-young.html' title='she&apos;s too young'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113906443596345151</id><published>2006-02-04T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:47:15.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel cheated</title><summary type='text'>I feel cheated. Stereophonics have been taken off the line-up in Bangkok when they stated on the site that all bands are 100% confirmed and there would be no more changes.Now its some band called Futureheads that has taken over their slot. I so wanna see Kelly Jones.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113906443596345151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113906443596345151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113906443596345151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113906443596345151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-cheated.html' title='I feel cheated'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113883036748750190</id><published>2006-02-02T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T05:46:07.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Optimist and Pessimist</title><summary type='text'>Being an optimistic pessimist is hard. By being a pessimist the very first instinct in any situation is always right, you'll always fail no matter what. By being an optimist its the exact opposite, or at least there's  always  a bright side no matter what. But by being an optimistic pessimist, there's always hope for a positive outcome in any situations destined for failure. And hope is the worst</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113883036748750190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113883036748750190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113883036748750190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113883036748750190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/02/between-optimist-and-pessimist.html' title='Between Optimist and Pessimist'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113842230841258929</id><published>2006-01-28T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:47:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis Concert Season</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday: Dream Theater19-20/02/06: Bangkok Rock Festival  -  Oasis, Ian Brown,  Stereophonics,  Placebo,  Snow Patrol , Franz Ferdinand23/02/06: Oasis16/03/06: Kings of Convenience17/03/06: Jason MrazSo many concerts in so little time. I'm pampering myself silly. Pictures for Dream Theater will be up in another post. And Bangkok is going to be crazy. Belle is confirm working on the festival so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113842230841258929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113842230841258929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113842230841258929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113842230841258929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2006/01/tis-concert-season.html' title='&apos;Tis Concert Season'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113566824537155947</id><published>2005-12-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:24:05.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Narhia Indeed</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113566824537155947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113566824537155947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113566824537155947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113566824537155947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/12/narhia-indeed.html' title='Narhia Indeed'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113528639788405874</id><published>2005-12-23T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:18:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays can be hard</title><summary type='text'>Somewhere along the lines, the final week of the year is always the most looked forward and the most dreaded week of the entire year. Being the most looked forward week as it has not one but two holidays being celebrated within the span of a week, Christmas and the New Year. Within that one week, you get parties, presents (if you're the giving/receiving type),  lots of good food, booze and more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113528639788405874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113528639788405874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113528639788405874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113528639788405874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/12/holidays-can-be-hard.html' title='Holidays can be hard'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113472728830572664</id><published>2005-12-16T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T18:01:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screw Bali</title><summary type='text'>Screw Bali. With a line up like this I'm definately going to BKK.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113472728830572664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113472728830572664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113472728830572664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113472728830572664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/12/screw-bali.html' title='Screw Bali'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113336346141107521</id><published>2005-11-30T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:11:01.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want This For Christmas</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113336346141107521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113336346141107521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113336346141107521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113336346141107521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-this-for-christmas.html' title='I Want This For Christmas'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113078762659989235</id><published>2005-11-01T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T03:40:26.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Virus Scanner</title><summary type='text'>Human Virus Scanner       The virus that have infected you will be show here along with thier cures, if known.       Viruses you suffer from:        JunkfoodEat some real food. Something which you can identify the source of every ingredient, not the point of manufacture.WindowsTry MacOS X. It's based on UNIX, it has a smoother UI than Windows and it doesn't suck.As an extra feature the boxes look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113078762659989235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113078762659989235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113078762659989235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113078762659989235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/11/human-virus-scanner.html' title='Human Virus Scanner'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-113042809097814668</id><published>2005-10-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T23:48:10.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Worthless</title><summary type='text'>         My blog is worth $0.00.How much is your blog worth?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/113042809097814668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=113042809097814668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113042809097814668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/113042809097814668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-worthless.html' title='I&apos;m Worthless'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112866609658441141</id><published>2005-10-07T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:21:36.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Of Love</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112866609658441141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112866609658441141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112866609658441141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112866609658441141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/10/summer-of-love.html' title='Summer Of Love'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112774994317962772</id><published>2005-09-26T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:52:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Teresa Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.    - Mother Teresa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112774994317962772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112774994317962772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112774994317962772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112774994317962772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/09/mother-teresa-wisdom.html' title='Mother Teresa Wisdom'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112774560894399832</id><published>2005-09-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:40:08.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>What if, on a crowded street, you look up and see something appear that should not, given what we know, be there. You either  shake your head and dismiss it, or you accept that there is much  more to the world than we think. Perhaps it really is a doorway to  another place. If you choose to go inside you may find many  unexpected things....-Mario creator, Shigeru Miyamoto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112774560894399832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112774560894399832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112774560894399832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112774560894399832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/09/super-mario-wisdom.html' title='Super Mario Wisdom'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112566555133697630</id><published>2005-09-02T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T20:55:07.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Would Eat Myself</title><summary type='text'>   CHERRY GARCIA!You scored 74% SWEET, 55% CHUNKY,  and 74% UNIQUE!     cherry sweet cream base with cherries and fudge chunksAwesome...you are one of my personal favs: Cherry Garcia. You fall inthe middle on all measurements- sweet, wild, and unique, but notoverwhelmingly so on any of those. You make a good friend, able toshare your unique perspectives on things, and able to have fun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112566555133697630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112566555133697630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112566555133697630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112566555133697630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-would-eat-myself.html' title='I Would Eat Myself'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112552298223791769</id><published>2005-09-01T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T05:16:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Count</title><summary type='text'>Being young render you to do stupid things no doubt. But I feel sorry for those that are passed out with puke all over lying along the pavement on the street leading to Zouk. On the weekends, you would probably see one or two kids passed out on the pavement or being carried out of the club by their friends. But on Wednesday the ratio in comparison to those on the weekend is probably 5 is to 1. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112552298223791769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112552298223791769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112552298223791769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112552298223791769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/09/body-count_01.html' title='Body Count'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112499450800962988</id><published>2005-08-26T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T02:28:28.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like This Kid</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112499450800962988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112499450800962988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112499450800962988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112499450800962988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-like-this-kid.html' title='I Like This Kid'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112488417568386533</id><published>2005-08-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:49:35.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Yourself A Favour and Do Yourself In!!!!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112488417568386533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112488417568386533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112488417568386533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112488417568386533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-yourself-favour-and-do-yourself-in.html' title='Do Yourself A Favour and Do Yourself In!!!!'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112422249992082923</id><published>2005-08-17T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T04:01:39.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Maggot</title><summary type='text'>Having them being labelled one of the best live acts of all time is no joke. It wasn't a concert. It was an elaborate show in all aspects. Frankly speaking I'm not a fan of Slipknot but I would pay to see them again anytime just to go through the experience all over again. I swear nothing could top Pearl Jam when I saw them in '94, this was close but then again it couldn't be put in the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112422249992082923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112422249992082923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112422249992082923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112422249992082923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-maggot.html' title='I&apos;m A Maggot'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112400775418569763</id><published>2005-08-14T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:51:37.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Forty Two</title><summary type='text'>Forty TwoForty Two againForty Two's Trusty Friend - CocoonCocoon comes in a bagForty Two's Partner-in-Crime</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112400775418569763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112400775418569763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112400775418569763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112400775418569763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/08/meet-forty-two.html' title='Meet Forty Two'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112136382242180838</id><published>2005-07-15T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T01:57:02.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramps</title><summary type='text'>I seldom would do this but this guy cracks me up. It's like sitting at the kopi tiam with your ah beng friend - the really beng type with the peroxide blonde hair and whole body full of ang kong, trying to fathom the daily news and his everyday life.My stomach is still cramping from laughing so hard. This is not good for someone that just recovered from food poisoning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112136382242180838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112136382242180838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112136382242180838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112136382242180838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/07/cramps.html' title='Cramps'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-112013943897698124</id><published>2005-06-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:50:38.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then I Would Die Young</title><summary type='text'>   Jimi Hendrix You are 58 deep, 41 controversial,  and 44 nice!    Aaah, a true legend in the making perhaps? Probably one to try anythingonce, and maybe a little more adventurous than most. Interesting....             My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:You scored higher than 52% on deepnessYou scored higher than 78% on angrynessYou scored higher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/112013943897698124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=112013943897698124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112013943897698124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/112013943897698124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-then-i-would-die-young.html' title='And Then I Would Die Young'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111913673623417218</id><published>2005-06-19T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T07:35:27.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And He Brought A Smile To All Our Faces</title><summary type='text'>Hangover ... will write about this when the headache is gone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111913673623417218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111913673623417218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111913673623417218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111913673623417218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-he-brought-smile-to-all-our-faces.html' title='And He Brought A Smile To All Our Faces'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111908683196657492</id><published>2005-06-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:31:14.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Times Are Here</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111908683196657492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111908683196657492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111908683196657492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111908683196657492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/dark-times-are-here.html' title='Dark Times Are Here'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111863961203622419</id><published>2005-06-13T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T13:16:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning To Breathe</title><summary type='text'>Switchfoot - Learning To BreatheHello, good morning, how You do?What makes Your risin' sun so new?I could use a fresh beginning tooAll of my regrets are nothing newSo this is a way, that I say I need YouThis is a wayThis is a wayThat I'm learning to breatheI'm learning to crawlI'm finding that You and You alone can break my fallI'm living again, awake and aliveI'm dying to breathe in these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111863961203622419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111863961203622419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111863961203622419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111863961203622419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/learning-to-breathe.html' title='Learning To Breathe'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111845910750101888</id><published>2005-06-11T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T11:05:07.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crave</title><summary type='text'>I Crave:-&gt; Steak &amp; Fries-&gt; Popeye's Chicken-&gt; Ben &amp; Jerry's Ice Cream (actually I have 2 pints of those in the freezer but can't eat them due to bad throat)-&gt; Smooth, Sweet, Dao Huay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111845910750101888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111845910750101888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111845910750101888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111845910750101888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/crave.html' title='Crave'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111839930942423408</id><published>2005-06-10T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T18:34:01.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time They Did Something</title><summary type='text'>http://www.afterdowningstreet.org/MEMORANDUMTo: Rep. John Conyers, Jr.From: John C. BonifazDate: May 23, 2005RE: The President’s Impeachable OffensesThe recent release of the Downing Street Memo provides new and compelling evidence that the President of the United States has been actively engaged in a conspiracy to deceive and mislead the United States Congress and the American people about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111839930942423408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111839930942423408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111839930942423408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111839930942423408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-about-time-they-did-something.html' title='It&apos;s About Time They Did Something'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111810903968520335</id><published>2005-06-07T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:10:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of View Gun</title><summary type='text'>Every woman should be armed with a point of view gun once they hit 21. It's handy. For shooting at the dumb male bosses, stupid male colleagues, and of course, who can forget about the boyfriend with half a brain.As hard as they want to and as hard as they try, men can never understand what goes through the mind of someone of the opposite gender. So the point of view gun would really help ya? Its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111810903968520335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111810903968520335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111810903968520335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111810903968520335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/point-of-view-gun.html' title='Point Of View Gun'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111780279216989898</id><published>2005-06-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:46:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Ground Up</title><summary type='text'>I've heard so many new albums in the past month from bands that I grew up listening. Some were great albums and some were just moderately ok. But this is something that just leapfroged over all of them. Even over Coldplay's X &amp; Y. Maybe not over Coldplay per se, but at least for now since its a nice change from listening to those blokes non-stop for the past couple of days.Collective Soul's From </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111780279216989898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111780279216989898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111780279216989898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111780279216989898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-ground-up.html' title='From The Ground Up'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111774303636957118</id><published>2005-06-03T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T04:51:20.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant</title><summary type='text'>Gonna fall sick soon. Probably tomorrow or the next couple of days. Had it coming. Its just too unbearable to swallow anything when you have an ulcer that's right smack in the middle of your tonsils. That's what I have now. My tonsils look like the head of a cyclops now. Red and with a white slit in the middle. Disgusting as it may sound I actually think its quite unique. I would keep it if not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111774303636957118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111774303636957118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111774303636957118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111774303636957118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/06/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111639738347343049</id><published>2005-05-18T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:40:24.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie</title><summary type='text'>Well kids, Kylie has cancelled her concert here next month due to breasts cancer. Now we know those babies are definately real.My heart goes out to her and hopes that she recovers from the disease so that she can come back here and carry on with the concert.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111639738347343049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111639738347343049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111639738347343049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111639738347343049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/05/kylie.html' title='Kylie'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111639713305785492</id><published>2005-05-18T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T14:18:53.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My God Is Better Than Yours</title><summary type='text'>Caught Kingdom Of Heaven last night. It was a not bad movie. But it did touch on the most sensitive subject of all. Religion. Knowing how things are with the world now, it kinda reflect on the situation, whether was it on purpose or not.I've never been into religion. And a lot of things that I say about religion especially about the Christian faith can be considered offending and blasphemous to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111639713305785492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111639713305785492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111639713305785492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111639713305785492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-god-is-better-than-yours.html' title='My God Is Better Than Yours'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111606918789615189</id><published>2005-05-14T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:15:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Singtel, Boy George And .......</title><summary type='text'>I swear I have never been pissed off and put off by a company this much. Yah, you heard that right. I'm pissed off by Singtel/Singnet. This is how the story goes. I'm a Singnet Broadband 512k unlimited user and I'm paying 70++ bucks per month as my subscription due to a contract that I signed 2 years ago. Now that plan only cost 40++ bucks per month. Anyway my contract is ending and they do have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111606918789615189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111606918789615189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111606918789615189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111606918789615189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/05/of-singtel-boy-george-and.html' title='Of Singtel, Boy George And .......'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111535418480715643</id><published>2005-05-06T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:42:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polyhedral</title><summary type='text'> There's two ways to end up with this result. Either you picked the silliest possible answer to each question, or you answered honestly, and happen to be hyperactive, manic, loon. Assuming you answered honestly, your profile is as follows: You are the 100-sided dice, also known as the legendary Zocchihedron. You are the bit of data that registers so far off the chart that the average person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111535418480715643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111535418480715643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111535418480715643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111535418480715643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/05/polyhedral.html' title='Polyhedral'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111526232848226388</id><published>2005-05-05T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:05:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Wars</title><summary type='text'>I swear I remember the original Star Wars Trilogy vaguely. I get the events of the three movies all mixed up and I can't remember how the final battle between Luke, Darth Vader and the Emperor went. But I still like it 'cos the light sabers are cool. The effects are cool. And they are all in all a good matinee movies.But Episode I &amp; II changed all that. Even though the cool effects and light </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111526232848226388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111526232848226388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111526232848226388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111526232848226388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/05/star-wars.html' title='Star Wars'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111498989178158358</id><published>2005-05-02T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:27:17.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>010505</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from the Lawler and Sanchez double bill that was part of the Heineken Thirst! Finals. It was what we expected and not. I'm not really a fan of Steve Lawler so I won't go into that. Anyway I missed his opening set from 12 - 2. But he did come back on at 4 to take over Roger Sanchez. It was nice of him to drop Mark Knight &amp; Martjin Ten Velden's Acid Test, I really love that track and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111498989178158358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111498989178158358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111498989178158358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111498989178158358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/05/010505.html' title='010505'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111461775815642901</id><published>2005-04-28T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T00:05:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I live in Seseme Street</title><summary type='text'>   Swedish Chef! You scored 62 Mood and 82 Energy!    You are happy and energetic. People just love being around you and yourinfectious energy. You're good at entertaining people without eventrying, and you make a mean lutefiske.             My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:You scored higher than 63% on MoodYou scored higher than 99% on Energy    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111461775815642901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111461775815642901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111461775815642901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111461775815642901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-i-live-in-seseme-street.html' title='If I live in Seseme Street'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111329428587278699</id><published>2005-04-12T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:28:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Build a Better World.</title><summary type='text'>They don't need your money. They need your voice. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111329428587278699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111329428587278699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111329428587278699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111329428587278699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/04/help-build-better-world.html' title='Help Build a Better World.'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111308593526100682</id><published>2005-04-10T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T06:36:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And it was not bad</title><summary type='text'>Just got back from Gabriel &amp; Dresden. It was exactly what I expected it to be but it wasn't that bad as I had expected it to be. Just like the sets that I've been listening to for the past year, their set is like a showcase of their own production. A good 80% or more consist of their own remixes or their own songs. It was more like a showcase of their works than a DJ set. But it wasn't that bad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111308593526100682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111308593526100682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111308593526100682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111308593526100682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-it-was-not-bad.html' title='And it was not bad'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111303645505227761</id><published>2005-04-09T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T16:56:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 1990s all over again</title><summary type='text'>New albums from so many of the bands and artists that I grew up listening Garbage, Fiona Apple, Stereophonics, Dishwalla Ozzy Osbourne. And there's more to be released soon like Nine Inch Nails, System Of a Down, Coldplay, Dave Matthews Band. Bands that were good and were the stonghold of music in the 90s before that boy band poop exploded. So much good music, just wish that it plays around me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111303645505227761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111303645505227761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111303645505227761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111303645505227761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-1990s-all-over-again.html' title='It&apos;s 1990s all over again'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111212369098200554</id><published>2005-03-30T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T03:14:50.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Basil</title><summary type='text'>One of my favourite comic strips, Non Sequitur, has come up with this story of a boy named Basil. The story captivates me as knowing the cartoonists/writer of the strip always have a twist at the end. Yet this time it captured my attention this time not by the drawing, but with the story that words alone produce. As I am one who seldom reads, and this they have published  a short story with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111212369098200554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111212369098200554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111212369098200554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111212369098200554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/03/ordinary-basil.html' title='Ordinary Basil'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111212131067660832</id><published>2005-03-30T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T02:41:52.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And A Harlequin Is A ..... ???</title><summary type='text'>   The HarlequinYou scored 26% Cardinal, 28% Monk, 17% Lady,  and 24% Knight!           You are a mystery, a jack-of-all-trades. You have the king's ear, butalso listen to murmurings of the common folk. You believe in the valueof force and also literature. Truly you are the puzzlement of the age.                         My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111212131067660832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111212131067660832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111212131067660832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111212131067660832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-harlequin-is.html' title='And A Harlequin Is A ..... ???'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111202910747621264</id><published>2005-03-29T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:29:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Earthquake?</title><summary type='text'>Another earthquake just erupted about 30mins ago. I didn't feel it. People staying in the east and southern coastal area felt it. Apparently it's the longest that they have felt of any tremors. News just came on that there is an 8.5 quake in Northern Sumatra.If its one of those undersea quake again, maybe we won't be so lucky this time round. If a tsunami does hit, I would be here hugging a pint </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111202910747621264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111202910747621264&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111202910747621264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111202910747621264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/03/got-earthquake.html' title='Got Earthquake?'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111181845809269228</id><published>2005-03-26T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:32:48.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is What You Get When You Play Counter-Strike With Darth Vader</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111181845809269228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111181845809269228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111181845809269228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111181845809269228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-what-you-get-when-you-play_26.html' title='This Is What You Get When You Play Counter-Strike With Darth Vader'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111140412665881539</id><published>2005-03-21T19:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:50:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because It's Monday</title><summary type='text'>New Radicals - Crying Like a Church on Monday I was dancing  With your shadow  Slow down memories hall  I said, 'Wait. Have I been seduced and forgotten?'  You said, 'Baby, haven't we all!'  Now I don't like crying  Because it only gets me wet  But I can't help failing  To remember to forget you  And I know it's gonna be a long time  And I'm crying like a church on Monday  Praying for these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111140412665881539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111140412665881539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111140412665881539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111140412665881539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/03/because-its-monday_21.html' title='Because It&apos;s Monday'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111030335834540171</id><published>2005-03-09T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T01:35:58.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Durian League</title><summary type='text'>The durian league. That's what they had christened the current draft league. The result of the first game was surprising. My plans was to hold out on a draw and that's it. Knowing that I have only one line for the entire game while the other team has the full team present. At the end of the game, my side won by the score of 9-8. We would have more on the scoreboard if not for the comical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111030335834540171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111030335834540171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111030335834540171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111030335834540171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/03/durian-league.html' title='The Durian League'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-111030267288498281</id><published>2005-03-09T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T01:24:32.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was so close and Closer</title><summary type='text'>The weekend before was the annual Mission Cup. We were so close to getting that gold that had been eluded us for so many freakin' years. We were always second best and never the best. There but not there yet. It happened yet again this time. But it had never been closer. They scored first then equalised. Then they scored again and we answered with two. Then they tied the game at the very last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/111030267288498281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=111030267288498281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111030267288498281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/111030267288498281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/03/was-so-close-and-closer.html' title='Was so close and Closer'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-110716108881531254</id><published>2005-01-31T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:59:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like house music</title><summary type='text'>You are house! What kind of techno music are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/110716108881531254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=110716108881531254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110716108881531254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110716108881531254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-like-house-music.html' title='I like house music'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-110699324661769657</id><published>2005-01-29T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T18:07:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portishead are back</title><summary type='text'>This is old news, but nevertheless it is still news and it got me excited.The highly regarded cult British group Portishead announced in an interview to the BBC 6 Music they are in the process of writing a new album, that was well on its way to completion.    Portishead member Geoff Barrow said "We're actually into it as we speak. We took some time off for Christmas, but generally we're doing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/110699324661769657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=110699324661769657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110699324661769657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110699324661769657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/01/portishead-are-back.html' title='Portishead are back'/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-110595642359606199</id><published>2005-01-17T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T18:07:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's sad that class is going to be over after today. It seriously hit me only after that drinking session on Saturday with some of the people from class, together with Allen and Terry.How sad is it when everyone have been together in the same class for a year and a half and most of us only know people that we hang out with.Its really nice to know them after the drinking session. Nice people. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/110595642359606199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=110595642359606199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110595642359606199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110595642359606199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-sad-that-class-is-going-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-110595531879369068</id><published>2005-01-17T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:48:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The new year is here. Nothing new about anything to me. I didn't grow an extra limb. Started the new year by pressing emotional reset button. Same thing I did when 2004 started. It amazes me how I'm able to reset my emotions at the stroke of midnite when the new year was brought in. If I tell anyone about it they would have said that I don't love her that much to love her at all by being able to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/110595531879369068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=110595531879369068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110595531879369068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110595531879369068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-year-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-110073340136742868</id><published>2004-11-18T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:42:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss her. I never tell anyone that. I just act nonchalant like its not important that she's not out these days. But it does matter to me that she's not around. Things got really weird for me after the surprise for her that I was trying to put got found out. Now I don't even dare to openly express how I feel about her knowing that the response would not be just negative but totally adverse as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/110073340136742868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=110073340136742868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110073340136742868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/110073340136742868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-miss-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109813359578632757</id><published>2004-10-19T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T05:06:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually didn't want to post anything. I actually just wanted to turn off everything and leave the office. But the music on proton is picking up and getting too good for me to tear myself away and leave. The music is reminding me of the wonderful night that I had last Friday. I rather write it down before I lose the feeling.Last Friday was fantastic. Sander Kleinenberg. What more can I say. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109813359578632757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109813359578632757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109813359578632757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109813359578632757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-actually-didnt-want-to-post-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109768938563283759</id><published>2004-10-14T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T01:57:54.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woke up from a nap today with a solution to the things that were bugging me yesterday. Like any problem there is a solution. I guess I pretty much freaked out in my head from learning about the news the day before. There is a solution. Just that whether or not it works is a different story. But things can always happen even though the outcome does not look positive in the beginning as long as I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109768938563283759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109768938563283759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109768938563283759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109768938563283759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/10/woke-up-from-nap-today-with-solution.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109761243445505655</id><published>2004-10-13T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T04:20:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heard a news yesterday that totally threw me off my emotional stability. I don't even know how to deal with it now. I just think that it is just totally fucked up that the actions of someone has caused a decision of another which in return would put me in a highly disadvantageous in not getting what I had hoped for. I respect the decision of that person and I absolutely understand the reason why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109761243445505655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109761243445505655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109761243445505655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109761243445505655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/10/heard-news-yesterday-that-totally.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109712330766900063</id><published>2004-10-07T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:28:27.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sum 41's concert last night was fun. All our friends should have been there. The kids at the concert were a riot. But stupid though. Both Bryan and I agreed that they don't know how to mosh and body surf proper. But they were a riot. Riot and fun but stupid. I think we were the oldest in the mosh pit. The average age of the people attending the concert, or at least those in the mosh pit is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109712330766900063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109712330766900063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109712330766900063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109712330766900063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/10/sum-41s-concert-last-night-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109700305309178710</id><published>2004-10-06T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T03:04:13.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caught The Motocycle Diaries yesterday. The movie reminded me of my own trip in Taiwan a few years back. It reminds me of how much natural beauty there is in the mountains and in civilizations that are no longer present. It made me want to travel and see the world again. Maybe I'll go South America someday and visit Macchu Picchu and probably embark on the same journey as the two 'Che' did in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109700305309178710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109700305309178710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109700305309178710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109700305309178710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/10/caught-motocycle-diaries-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109700195899500161</id><published>2004-10-06T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T02:45:58.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the hardest thing in human relationships is being caught in between being good friends and something more. I want it all but I know I can't. Its the law of relativity at work. Just like the fact that there is no absolute freedom in life. When absolute freedom is achieved for someone, somehow freedom is taken away from another. I've apparently figured out the whole situation, at least from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109700195899500161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109700195899500161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109700195899500161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109700195899500161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-think-hardest-thing-in-human.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109632170017660625</id><published>2004-09-28T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T05:48:20.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think my emotions had been rather kind to me since they went on a rampage last week. But then again I might be imploding in other ways. My mind totally shut itself down on Saturday during the game. We had a very good start in the first 5 minutes. Then it happened. What triggered it, I have absolutely no idea. For the next 30 minutes in the game, my mind was totally blank. I was slow to react to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109632170017660625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109632170017660625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109632170017660625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109632170017660625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-think-my-emotions-had-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109580646075283698</id><published>2004-09-22T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T04:29:40.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its amazing how I manage to finish the paper that I have absolutely no idea what's it about in time. Writing a whole lot of crap and trying to make sense out of it got the job done but when it comes to what how the grades for the paper would turn out is just simply another story. I guess I'll just have develope double joints in my fingers, cross them twice and hope for the best.These days </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109580646075283698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109580646075283698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109580646075283698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109580646075283698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-amazing-how-i-manage-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109570957789495443</id><published>2004-09-21T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T03:46:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official. I'm a wreck. I'm very messed up and in a very bad place now. I've got a paper due in 15 hours, have no idea absolutely how to write it. Procrastination is not entirely at fault this time round.Think I've just messed up a friendship. I've always say shit happens, but this time round this is not something I want to happen, its probably the last thing in the world I want for it to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109570957789495443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109570957789495443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109570957789495443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109570957789495443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109562161233196944</id><published>2004-09-20T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T03:20:12.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm wrong about sleeping better at night. Somehow I've developed minor insomnia according to Lene. I can't sleep.  Even when I do, I'll wake up every 2 hours feeling wide awake like I've had 8 full hours of sleep. And when I'm suppose to be sleeping I'll be dreaming of really real-life like situations. Like being in a reality show. My own personal reality show that's not really happening.Maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109562161233196944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109562161233196944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109562161233196944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109562161233196944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-wrong-about-sleeping-better-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109519935410934070</id><published>2004-09-15T05:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T06:02:34.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I realised that in all things we don't choose who we love. Things just happen. People waking up one morning or doing something and suddenly they would have a pinning feeling for someone. When we do choose who we love the other party would most of the time turn out to be a total nitemare. The last two person that I chose to love, looking in retrospect, had bad cases of personality flaws and one of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109519935410934070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109519935410934070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109519935410934070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109519935410934070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-realised-that-in-all-things-we-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109514335870801949</id><published>2004-09-14T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T14:29:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is totally random but I think I've reached an epiphany. I somehow just realised why people tend to be awkward or rather they could not be civil with each other after they had ended a relationship. I think its more to the fact that people tend to feel hurt inside that they could not be with someone that they love no more and not seeing would mean not bringing up the pain again. I think its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109514335870801949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109514335870801949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109514335870801949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109514335870801949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-totally-random-but-i-think-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109476804309397122</id><published>2004-09-10T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T06:14:03.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Think I Sleep Better NowI realised that its like the Pandora Box has been opened when I told her what was going on. My secret is out. There's a huge possibility that things wouldn't be the same as it used to be. Its a chance I had decided to take in order to save my own sanity so to speak. And also I wouldn't want to kick myself much later if something developed between her and someone else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109476804309397122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109476804309397122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109476804309397122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109476804309397122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-think-i-sleep-better-now-i-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109389532541505022</id><published>2004-08-31T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T03:48:45.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Starting Short-Haul HibernationFor once in quite a long time I'm in this blue funk again. It just hit me that its a process of self-imploding from holding back too much emotions. Even though they are happy/good emotions, too much of it kept inside will just eventually turn stale and turn bad.Think I'll go back into hibernation in the finger gym again for a few days just to realign all my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109389532541505022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109389532541505022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109389532541505022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109389532541505022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/starting-short-haul-hibernation-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109381160076954821</id><published>2004-08-30T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T04:33:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to self--&gt; Soulful house music is good at anytime of the day. Especially from 4a.m onwards. Tried, tested and proven.--&gt; Having steak at 4a.m in the morning is just wrong. It feels like an expensive appetizer more than anything else.--&gt; Never have steak with plastic cutlery. It can't poke, can't cut and it breaks too easily.Maybe its just that one tough cow that tastes really good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109381160076954821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109381160076954821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109381160076954821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109381160076954821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/note-to-self-never-have-steak-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109381033549272505</id><published>2004-08-30T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T04:12:15.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alcohol! Lots of it!Vodka, more than sufficient for everyone but too little to be considered excessive, courtesy of yours truly basically did the trick for people that were out over the weekend. My 'alter-ego''s set was not bad on friday, but I think it was too chill for the crowd. Velvet was much better, or rather the music was more up-lifting.Technically I was more outside of Zouk than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109381033549272505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109381033549272505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109381033549272505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109381033549272505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/alcohol-lots-of-it-vodka-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109320750693839840</id><published>2004-08-23T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T04:45:06.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New LeagueI think last night was the first time that I had actually been praised explicitly for having a really good game. Even though we lost, every one still did put in a really good effort. And to think that we were also outnumbered it was something. The tournament that we are playing now is something different. Everyone are not in our usual team, everyone have been mixed around together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109320750693839840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109320750693839840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109320750693839840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109320750693839840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/new-league-i-think-last-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109268874074855576</id><published>2004-08-17T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T04:39:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long DayI've been up for more than 36 hours and have been working for more than 28 hours straight. The shoot today was kinda relax. First day shoot with lots of hillarious screw-ups but amazing we're still on schedule. Imagine us about to start work with the equipments but has no batteries, packet lunch with no spoons, about to drive off with the equipment van but has no key. But it was still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109268874074855576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109268874074855576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109268874074855576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109268874074855576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-day-ive-been-up-for-more-than-36.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109260675864952766</id><published>2004-08-16T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T05:52:38.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random RantingsIt's times like this I often wonder why the hell do I always take on so many projects at the same time. I'm tired and very much frustrated. So much that I feel like shooting whoever that shot the tapes and the ones that logged the entire bloody project. And to think that I have another shoot starting in a few hours time and probably by the time it ends it'll be time for me to head</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109260675864952766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109260675864952766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109260675864952766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109260675864952766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/random-rantings-its-times-like-this-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109139493385724098</id><published>2004-08-02T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T05:15:33.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FoodPorridge from Tiong Bahru. Chinese food from Cystal Jade. Mediterrainian Vegetarian from Original Sin, Ben &amp; Jerry's ice cream .... the one with chocolates shaped like white cows and brown cows. Japanese food from Kushinbo. Carbonara linguine ... Garlic, Herb &amp; Cheese Bruchetta ... Chocolate Banana Shake from Cafe Cartel.Pardon me while I'm feeling fungry.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109139493385724098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109139493385724098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109139493385724098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109139493385724098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/food-porridge-from-tiong-bahru.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109138924661933982</id><published>2004-08-02T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T05:09:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SecretsEveryone has a secret or two. Be it dirty or not. It would be something that they wouldn't want others to know about. I would be lying if I say that I do not have any secrets at all. I would have been a saint. But then again, probably even Moses had his own secrets back in those days. Maybe just like it was shown in Mel Brooks's The History of The World Part I, there probably were twenty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109138924661933982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109138924661933982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109138924661933982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109138924661933982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/08/secrets-everyone-has-secret-or-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109122563698189373</id><published>2004-07-31T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T06:13:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>31 Hours And Still Counting .... Sometimes I'm absolutely amazed with myself. Being able to work long hours straight and still holding up. With long hours I don't mean 12 straight hours. 12 hours doesn't even mean a thing now. By long hours it stretches into days and not just hours. For now I've been working almost non-stop for 31 hours now and I'm still counting. It's not the longest stretch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109122563698189373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109122563698189373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109122563698189373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109122563698189373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/07/31-hours-and-still-counting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-109026021125195695</id><published>2004-07-20T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T02:57:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's one of those days ....   I swear it's one of those days when I feel like I'm partying at some major dance festival like Creamfields or something. Probably it's due to the fact that I'm listening to Way Out West's set at Glastonbury now. I think I haven't felt so hyped on partying since James Zabiela's set last month. Boy, that was something. To think that I'm actually in the office now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/109026021125195695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=109026021125195695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109026021125195695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/109026021125195695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-108502937355551398</id><published>2004-05-20T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T13:06:15.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Been Awhile ....Haven't been doing any posting for exactly two months now. Just didn't have the mood to post anything plus the fact that I was really lazy. So many things had happened. I've finally got a job. Not exactly a full-time job but close enough. And I'm not going Canada after all. Even thought the rest of the guys are still going. It's a waste not going for the trip. Since its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/108502937355551398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=108502937355551398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/108502937355551398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/108502937355551398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107964311445360035</id><published>2004-03-19T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T04:55:09.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OlderHad a quiet birthday the other day like what I wanted. Not many people knew. Not many people wished me happy birthday. It would have quietly gone by if not for Ami and Annabelle. Had a nice supper with them and spent like 4 hours talking about things big and small. I realised that I never had a thing for bitrhdays. Its nice for the attention it garners when people remembers it but then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107964311445360035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107964311445360035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107964311445360035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107964311445360035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/03/older-had-quiet-birthday-other-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107883845475304908</id><published>2004-03-09T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:23:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ramble OnClass with Brandon last night was fun. The ridiculous traffic caused by the rain made me late for his class. But I swear the class was fun. Everyone of us was made to do 2 mixes. I screwed up on my first mix. Didn't exactly understood how to handle the decks. But hey, it was my first time on decks. And the fact that I missed the first part of class. The second mix was better, I think I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107883845475304908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107883845475304908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107883845475304908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107883845475304908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/03/ramble-on-class-with-brandon-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107883649600952557</id><published>2004-03-09T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T20:51:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U.N.K.L.EApparently U.N.K.L.E was still very much the talk of town after a week, since their set were on last wednesday at Velvet. The set is pretty much a festival set, and they are very much a festival act rather than an act for the clubs. All the big-tunes and crowd favourites. They get the crowd going, yes, very much. But there's like one too many In A State being played when the track is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107883649600952557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107883649600952557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107883649600952557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107883649600952557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/03/u.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107762783000005192</id><published>2004-02-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T21:07:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updates, ramblings, whatever ...... I swear my mind is on holiday while I'm sitting here typing this. The job at Shaw didn't happen. Don't ask me why, I'm just as baffled as everyone out there whom I told the story to. What does it mean when you get the information that you're suppose to start work the next week and walked out of an interview with the job scope in hand but end up being told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107762783000005192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107762783000005192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107762783000005192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107762783000005192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/02/updates-ramblings-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107643481358162193</id><published>2004-02-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:32:09.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CanadaJust received a good news in my email, I've got a chance to travel to Canada since I've been selected to be part of the training team that's heading to Canada for the World Championship in June. Now it's up to me to improve on my skills and try to make it into the final team that's heading there for the Championship. The thought of just playing and being in the same rink with some of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107643481358162193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107643481358162193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107643481358162193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107643481358162193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/02/canada-just-received-good-news-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107522506331999774</id><published>2004-01-28T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T01:58:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Procrastination Rawks!I swear procrastination rawks. Leaving work till the very last minute before deadine and leave stress to squeeze out every single drop of creative juices is the best way to work. But it needs meticulate planning and skill in order to get the required work to be done on time. A little miscalculation is what you have left is messy unorganized unfinished work and a missed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107522506331999774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107522506331999774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107522506331999774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107522506331999774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/01/procrastination-rawks-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107483545128045322</id><published>2004-01-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T13:26:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay House Rocks! I think 90% of the world were at St. James Powerhouse for Paul Van Dyk last night. While me and the rest of the people who did not want to pay the 38 bucks to get in were at Zouk. Louie Vega was spinning wicked gay house. And it was really good. Although I had heard that Paul Van Dyk was superb as well. Too bad that I've missed his set this time round, but I'm sure he's gonna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107483545128045322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107483545128045322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107483545128045322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107483545128045322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/01/gay-house-rocks-i-think-90-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107471452485143013</id><published>2004-01-22T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T03:54:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tiesto Is In TownApparently Tiesto and Nick Warren are currently in town. Just had news that Tiesto is dancing in Velvet right now. What a surprise for those people that are clubbing at Zouk on the Eve of Chinese New Year. And the funny part is that he went into Zouk and came out after a short while saying that he had enough of the music that's being played in Zouk. Even the No.1 DJ voted by DJ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107471452485143013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107471452485143013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107471452485143013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107471452485143013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/01/tiesto-is-in-town-apparently-tiesto.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107470566278013979</id><published>2004-01-22T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T02:55:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chinese New Year Is Here ...... AgainDon't know why I'm not in the festive mood for Chinese New Year. I didn't buy any new clothes for the new year. I'm not really looking forward to getting ang pows. As usual the chances of the ang pows being deflated again is high.Paul Van Dyk is going to spin at St.James Power house tomorrow. Don't think I'm going for that. It's 38 bucks for goodness sake.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107470566278013979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107470566278013979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107470566278013979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107470566278013979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/01/chinese-new-year-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107351372937429710</id><published>2004-01-08T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T06:32:40.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First posting in the new yearEverything that is suppose to be unpleasant has, or rather, had been left behind back in 2003. It's the year 2004 now and everything has to start afresh. I'm sure that there would be old friendships that are there to be rekindled and definately new friendships that are waiting to be forged. Two weeks of excessive clubbing over the holiday period has left my body </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107351372937429710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107351372937429710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107351372937429710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107351372937429710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2004/01/first-posting-in-new-year-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107243646772342220</id><published>2003-12-26T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T19:02:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CancelledTo much disappointment of most people, Danny Tenaglia will not be able to play at Zouk tomorrow. According to the latest press release, he had trouble with his visa and had missed his flight. Too bad for his fans, and too bad for me for not being able to dance/ jump around for a minimum of six hours. As you can see I'm not exactly a big fan of his, but if the same is going to happen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107243646772342220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107243646772342220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107243646772342220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107243646772342220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2003/12/cancelled-to-much-disappointment-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107209523086057363</id><published>2003-12-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:15:10.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next Stop: ChristmasTwo more days and it's the eve of Christmas. We'll be throwing a house-party rather than heading up to K.L. I don't know about the food department but there's gonna be good music courtesy of our spinmeisters and lotsa drinks for everyone.Palash last Friday was quite alright, nothing fantastic though. The funny thing about he's set is that for a big name DJ, he spins only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107209523086057363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107209523086057363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107209523086057363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107209523086057363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2003/12/next-stop-christmas-two-more-days-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107096659110268071</id><published>2003-12-09T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T18:45:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RamblingsLast week, Armin Van Burren was crap. Sorry to say that Armin fans. He was terrible. To me, to us, he was simply bad. Personally, I don't think that he deserve the title of being voted No.3 DJ in the World. We sort of came to a conclusion that Carl Cox is not worth spending our money on X'mas eve. Instead, we would either be heading up K.L and party like there's no tomorrow or just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107096659110268071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107096659110268071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107096659110268071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107096659110268071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2003/12/ramblings-last-week-armin-van-burren.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-107063556189935221</id><published>2003-12-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T22:46:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X'mas is coming again ...... X'mas is coming again. It signifies the end of a year and the coming of the new year. It is also the time where friends, families and loved ones gather and celebrate thru exchanging gifts. For all my years, I've only spent one meaningful X'mas. And that was 4 years ago. That X'mas was the most memorable X'mas that I'd ever spent, 'cos that X'mas I had spent it with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/107063556189935221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=107063556189935221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107063556189935221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/107063556189935221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2003/12/xmas-is-coming-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3594476.post-106893589829705834</id><published>2003-11-16T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T06:42:37.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Once I'm Home earlyOne fantastic weekend. Two amazing sets. Three superstar DJs. Last night John Digweed spun at Zouk, in one night I realised that my clubbing buddies are indeed a big group. There's like a total of 25 - 30 of them. And I didn't even include the random groups of people that I know that hangs out at Zouk. I think that's like considered a small mob or something.  Think my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/feeds/106893589829705834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3594476&amp;postID=106893589829705834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/106893589829705834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3594476/posts/default/106893589829705834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://corven57.blogspot.com/2003/11/for-once-im-home-early-one-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
