<?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-3442221</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:37:38.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For every beginning there is an end.</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing lasts forever. No one really cares anyway. We are all immersed is our own little universe. And that alone spells the end of everything. </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-939343223518907314</id><published>2008-03-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:11:54.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army.</title><summary type='text'> Just a preview of the latest Bleach episode. The top 3 Espada, Halibel, Barragan and Stark. Yeah, Espada Duo has a name after all. Too bad we still have to deal with the Ichigo vs Ulquiorra battle to settle first though. That's gonna take another 10 episodes. :/ Potong only.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/939343223518907314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/939343223518907314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2008_03_16_archive.html#939343223518907314' title='Army.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-2207099966936761486</id><published>2008-03-10T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:32:57.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firestarter.</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, they're just not learning are they? This statement here by this Champion of his race has got to be one of the most un-muhibbah thing ever. Hell, someone should slap the sedition act on him! Why does he have to incite the people just because 2 parties decide to work together to form a new state government? That's like the bully telling 2 kids of different races or religions to not play with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2207099966936761486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2207099966936761486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2008_03_09_archive.html#2207099966936761486' title='Firestarter.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-2082275243726154481</id><published>2008-01-23T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:14:30.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Orange.</title><summary type='text'>Nanimo te ni tsuganaiShirokuru no hitomi deWatashi wa tada hitasuraThere is nothing I can do for youAno koro no watashi waNani ni kandou shiteNani ni manzoku shiteJibun wo rikai shitetanoDoko ni mo ikanaidePlease don't go anywhereItsumo ma nika, anata wo kizu tsuketeOmoikakenai koto wo hashitteitaAmaeru kiki tsuzukenuita watashi waKondo wa nani wo motomeru ka naaModore no ikanaidePlease don't go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2082275243726154481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/2082275243726154481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2008_01_20_archive.html#2082275243726154481' title='Bitter Orange.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-8611941119308022004</id><published>2007-11-28T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:11:25.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding Bloodelves.</title><summary type='text'>  See! I told you they weren't that big on my toons. :( This is Harayumi by the way.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/8611941119308022004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/8611941119308022004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2007_11_25_archive.html#8611941119308022004' title='Regarding Bloodelves.'/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106144292888444151</id><published>2003-08-20T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:15:28.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perky.Hi. You have nice nipples. Bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106144292888444151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106144292888444151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106144292888444151' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106140891850607493</id><published>2003-08-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T12:58:21.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veteran.I haven't had such a good birthday since errr I can't remember. The day may have started wrong with calls from work coming in as early as 10am, but I guess having her around improved my mood considerably. Lazing around Gurney Plaza window shopping without having a timelimit on your mind is a great stress reliever. Heck, even the traffic was good to me. Dinner was a nice and quiet thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106140891850607493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106140891850607493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106140891850607493' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106085127992949182</id><published>2003-08-14T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T15:45:30.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Listless.You couldn't sayNeeded someone newYou actually thoughtDeep inside I knewCan you tell me how can you sayWhy this should sufficeYou passed me byAnd your heart's as cold as ice(You passed me by)Did you see me cry(Did you ask yourself why)Did you see me cry(Did you ask yourself how)Can you hear me cry(Did you ask yourself)Will we ever grow apartYou couldn't sayNeeded </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106085127992949182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106085127992949182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106085127992949182' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106084970323215797</id><published>2003-08-14T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T01:47:44.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Static.I don't feel alright In spite of these comforting sounds you makeI don't feel alright Because you make promises that you break Into your houseWhy don't we share Our solitude? Nothing is pure Anymore But solitude It's hard to make senseFeels as if I'm sensing you through a lensIf someone else comesI'll just sit here listening to the drums Previously I never called It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106084970323215797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106084970323215797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106084970323215797' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106081112161785128</id><published>2003-08-13T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T14:50:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Divebomber.I don't know why I'm still up. It's a lovely night to sleep after all. The gloomy weather makes being under the sheets very very tempting. Pity that it's always gonna be alone there. The chilly air and the full moon enhances the atmosphere even more. I do have to wonder what's with the bluish purple floodlights that were in the middle of the field, illuminating debris with it's eerie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106081112161785128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106081112161785128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106081112161785128' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106066975932506526</id><published>2003-08-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T23:29:19.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ska.You think that we connectThat the chemistry's correctYour words walk right through my earsPresuming I like what I hearAnd now I'm stuck in theThe web you're spinningYou've got me for your preySorry I'm not home right nowI'm walking into spiderwebsSo leave a messageAnd I'll call you backA likely story, but leave a messageAnd I'll call you backNo Doubt - Spiderwebs.Solitude </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106066975932506526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106066975932506526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106066975932506526' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106063370330337015</id><published>2003-08-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T13:28:23.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>14.It's been an eerily quiet Monday, with even the mamaks empty when I closed up the workplace. Last week's bad news spilled over to this week, with my leave for next week getting shafted rather nastily. Looks like I only get 2 days instead of the original 4 I intended to take. That still won't stop hell from occuring on the 22nd though. The afternoon was spent with Mecha at Island Plaza again,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106063370330337015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106063370330337015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106063370330337015' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-106045513225922033</id><published>2003-08-09T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T11:52:12.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dread.drivin' faster in my carfalling farther from just what we aresmoke a cigarette and lie some morethese conversations killfalling faster in my cartime to take her homeher dizzy head is conscience ladentime to take a rideit leaves today no conversationtime to take her homeher dizzy head is conscience ladentime to wait too longto wait too longthese conversations killStone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106045513225922033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/106045513225922033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106045513225922033' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105994681125472338</id><published>2003-08-03T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T14:40:11.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bizarre.Every time I think of youI feel shot right through with a bolt of blueIt's no problem of mineBut it's a problem I findLiving a life that I can't leave behindBut there's no sense in telling meThe wisdom of the fool won't set you freeBut that's the way that it goesAnd it's what nobody knowsWell every day my confusion growsEvery time I see you fallingI get down on my knees and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105994681125472338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105994681125472338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105994681125472338' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105984732302889441</id><published>2003-08-02T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:02:03.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Klockwerk.It's a wet wet Saturday night here at work, and all I feel like doing is drowning myself in booze. No particular reason actually, other than the fact that I'd rather be the one getting really shitfaced. I miss those times. Then again, I miss a lot of things, and going against basic common sense, I shall go down to Mappy Hart and load up on Biger Teers. I tried calling the Prez but he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105984732302889441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105984732302889441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105984732302889441' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105946552718187332</id><published>2003-07-29T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T00:58:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Terrorvision.Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies So I don't know what's real and what's lies Always confusing the thoughts in my head So I can't trust myself anymore I...dive...again... I'm going under Drowning youI'm falling forever  I've got to break though I'm...So go on and scream Scream at me So far away I won't be broken again I've got to breathe... I can't keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105946552718187332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105946552718187332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105946552718187332' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105929596697848991</id><published>2003-07-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:52:47.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck You.Do you care if I don't know what to say,Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?Will I shake this off? Pretend it's all ok,That there's someone out there that feels just like me...There is.Boxcar Racer - There Is.And there again, there isn't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929596697848991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929596697848991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105929596697848991' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105929568980292069</id><published>2003-07-27T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T01:48:09.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Number Two.Days swiftly come and go.I'm dreaming of herShe's seeing other guysEmotions they stirThe sun is gone.The nights are longAnd I am left while the tears fall.All American Rejects - Swing Swing.I had a shock when I walked into work yesterday. On the noticeboard at the cashier's counter was a message written for the world to see. Wanted : Cybercafe Manager. Those Interested </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929568980292069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105929568980292069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105929568980292069' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105864157645492828</id><published>2003-07-19T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T03:00:17.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ONE FOR THE ROAD!First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO X gon give it to ya He gon give it to ya X gon give it to ya He gon give it to yaDMX - X GONNA GIVE IT TO YA WTF WTF WTF</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864157645492828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864157645492828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105864157645492828' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105864121934621633</id><published>2003-07-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T12:00:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encore?so what's that supposed to be about babyya'll free up ya mind and stop actin crazyreminisce about all the good times dailywhy you try pull that got me actin crazy.Blu Cantrell Feat. Sean Paul - Breathe.Ok my typing skillz seems to be heading for the deep end so it maybe time to stop. How many shotguns has it been? 5? I'm getting old dammit. CK is giving me weird looks. I guess it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864121934621633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864121934621633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105864121934621633' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105864038903626001</id><published>2003-07-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:46:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where there's a Valve there's a way.One more shotgun taken, and I have Wolves-X keeping me company in my hyperactiveness. I think I can go for number 5 soon, but just in case you happen to see in the papers about some 'kapiaks' turned into roadkill... IT WASN'T ME! So until that point, lemme share with you my joy!Hurt em' then I murdered themThink that's competition cause I've never heard of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864038903626001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105864038903626001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105864038903626001' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105863901802510085</id><published>2003-07-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:23:38.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White Men Can't Drink.I just freaked out the Happy Mart guy by shotgunning in front of him. The look on his face is really priceless. muahahhahhahahahahahhha.Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, I don't think I'll crash at the hotel tonight. Need to clear my system and head by the time I'm finished with myself. For some reason that sounded wrong. I guess I don't want to bother her too much since she has a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863901802510085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863901802510085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105863901802510085' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105863853825758417</id><published>2003-07-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:15:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Influence.Note to self: Shotgunning Special Brew at work = Bad Idea.Another note to self: Shotgunning ANOTHER Special Brew after that while blasting Prodigy = Even Worse Idea.I love Saturday nights don't you? I just wish all these fucktards who are like gaming &gt; real life would just vap0r up Gojira's ass or something. Fuck, it's not supposed to be kicking in yet. I feel like pushing my limits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863853825758417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105863853825758417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105863853825758417' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105846757836811570</id><published>2003-07-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T11:46:18.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In My Place.Depression, like a yawn, is contagious. And life can really suck at times. That karma is having a field day at the moment, for the emotional pain I inflict upon another, I suffer myself. I have Coldplay on repeat, and boy it sure is a load of fun for the whole family. I'm trying to close up the place, but I feel so numb at the moment. Seems that trying to outrun my emotions has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105846757836811570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105846757836811570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105846757836811570' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105803434827413659</id><published>2003-07-12T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T11:25:48.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saga.It's past 2 in the morning as I just got back to work after my little 'break'. I'm looking at a probable 3am closing time, and already I can feel the vodka coursing through my veins. Not good. Clare's blitz of 2 bottles of vodka within 1/2 hr is starting to look like a really bad idea. I went over to Isob@r to meet him with a mild case of food poisoning, and well, at least the throbbing in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105803434827413659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105803434827413659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105803434827413659' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105794921438356651</id><published>2003-07-11T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T11:46:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Frozen Throne.Cos I don't wanna be aloneLiving life on my ownI don't want to live my life in isolationFilled with empty decorationsCos I want to be with people that I knowWho would do the things I doMaking all my dreams come trueI don't recognize the shadows at my doorThough I've seen them all beforeBecause the only thing I really want...Is to be with youIndecisive -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105794921438356651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105794921438356651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105794921438356651' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105790030891229065</id><published>2003-07-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T22:11:48.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>W00t!It's 1pm, ze president has arrived and already summoned me to Gurney Plaza. He plans to kick ass in the Hitz FM Takut Test. Mecha also has called me to call for a meeting at CB Island. I wasn't expecting ze president to arrive today, but at the rate things are going, the weekend is here, and it's gonna be one hell of a ride.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105790030891229065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105790030891229065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105790030891229065' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105767229852214053</id><published>2003-07-08T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T07:04:43.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BlankFest.I seem to have fallen even deeper into my stupor now as I try my best to figure out which direction I should head. As usual, the path I choose would always be the hardest and the most painful for me, yet I do it. Why is that? Too many questions keep pouring out of my head, as my heart is able to feel again. Now I remember why it was always easier to just have AlmostAHeart. :PI met up</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105767229852214053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105767229852214053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105767229852214053' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105767165804386003</id><published>2003-07-08T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T06:40:58.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost.I don't even comb my hairWhen I wake up in the morningI've always been like thatMy clothes are on the floorAnd I just don't have the time to put them backLadida da daLadida da daIs this what you truly want for a girlfriend?Or am I just someone you find pretty cute for a good time?Don't go breaking my heartI think very deeply and I hold very dearly from the startSo why do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105767165804386003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105767165804386003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105767165804386003' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105752355117812237</id><published>2003-07-06T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T13:32:31.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exit Stage Left.It's not like you to say sorryI was waiting on a different storyThis time I'm mistakenFor handing you a heart worth breakinAnd I've been wrong, I've been downand to the bottom of every bottleThese five words in my headScream are we having fun yet?Nickleback - How You Remind Me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105752355117812237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105752355117812237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105752355117812237' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105752330881284997</id><published>2003-07-06T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T13:28:28.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are We Having Fun Yet?Woah has it been that long since I last blogged? Real life has been catching up on me. That and the fact that my PC is being hogged by someone else these days. I'm confused. Still. Why do I submit myself to this for the past few weeks when I can just have things plain and simple. Life is boring without it's complications I suppose. Or am I that lonely after all? Considering</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105752330881284997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105752330881284997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105752330881284997' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105673552516349198</id><published>2003-06-27T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T21:04:28.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Found?I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me I'm more than a bird...I'm more than a plane More than some pretty face beside a train It's not easy to be me Wish that I could cry Fall upon my knees Find a way to lie About a home I'll never see It may sound absurd...but don't be naive Even Heroes have the right to bleed I may be disturbed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105673552516349198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105673552516349198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105673552516349198' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105673536357565231</id><published>2003-06-27T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T10:36:03.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Puncture.I'm tired as usual. Been averaging 4 hrs of sleep per day for the past 2 weeks. Today has been especially hectic, since I had to wake up at 7.30am to drop her off at the bus stop cos she decided to go home to KL for the weekend. Got home to discuss things with my mom, and finally only managed to sleep again at 10.30am; and then Nora called. Seemed that she was in town with time to kill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105673536357565231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105673536357565231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105673536357565231' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105638797752871692</id><published>2003-06-23T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T10:06:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Utterly Monday.I've been here at Netcity I since 2pm today, with my stomach burning up like an americunt on the 4th of July. Or something. Excuse me if I can't seem to compose my thoughts. Beer at 11.30pm when your last meal was at 12pm is definitely not that good an idea. My body is burning because of my mom's great idea for getting the "Fatburners" salve, which I didn't realise would literally</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105638797752871692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105638797752871692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105638797752871692' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105634238211963921</id><published>2003-06-22T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T21:26:22.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Krashed.You tell me i can't slow down, you tell me where i've gotta bei speed into the darkness, but i swear that i can't see a thing in front of meyou know it's true, I'm not driving anymorei can't keep up with you you're closing in behind me, i've got headlights in my eyes, don't you get too close to mecan't you see that we'll collide, and end up casualtiesthere's just no room, i'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105634238211963921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105634238211963921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105634238211963921' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105614605683879552</id><published>2003-06-20T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T14:54:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wish.I wish that she read my blog. Among other things.I wish I could sleep.I wish I could wank.I hate this.When I feel heavy metalAnd I'm pins and I'm needlesWell I lie and I'm easyAll of the time but I'm never sure when I need youPleased to meet youBlur - Song 2.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105614605683879552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105614605683879552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105614605683879552' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105614344512275399</id><published>2003-06-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T14:10:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Konfusion.It's 4.30am and I've finally managed to get access to El Presidente's laptop over here in Evergreen Hotel. I decided to crash over again tonight to avoid thinking too much again. I'm drained. Both mentally and physically. The setup process of Netcity  II was a success and I have yet to recover from the strain and stress. My total sleep time for the past 4 days barely covers the normal</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105614344512275399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105614344512275399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105614344512275399' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105579829043229711</id><published>2003-06-16T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T14:18:10.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anguish.I am a little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregardHandful of complaints but I can’t help the fact that everybody can seethese scarsI am what I want you to want what I want you to feelBut it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believethis is realSo I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always doFace away and pretend that I'm notBut I'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105579829043229711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105579829043229711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105579829043229711' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105574066437407359</id><published>2003-06-15T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T22:18:29.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awakened.She woke me up today, asking for magazines for her uni assignment. Right. I've been kinda lacking sleep for the past few days, and yesterday was one night which we managed to keep things to the schedule, and I have to be awake so early. :P Oh well. As you can see, I now have my LHC avatar/mascot/carebearstare up, and it's all thanks to my squashes strawberry milk carton. :) I bumped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105574066437407359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105574066437407359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105574066437407359' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105571172416845935</id><published>2003-06-15T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T14:15:24.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whee! Special thanks to my strawberry milk carton for the assist. ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105571172416845935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105571172416845935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105571172416845935' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-105545138240293787</id><published>2003-06-12T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T13:58:06.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fatigue.It's been a hectic and tiring week so far with the dateline for Netcity II launching drawing closer by the day. Surprisingly I've been holding it (and myself) together quite well, and yes there's been a little helping hand that's keeping me together as well. I'd rather not speculate things because that would only get my hopes up, and that is sooooo not me. I guess time would tell in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105545138240293787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/105545138240293787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105545138240293787' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-95456090</id><published>2003-06-09T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T00:47:41.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speculate.As ze presidente ordered, I should chill out more. At the moment, I feel like fuck though, thanks to another flu bug that I seemed to have caught. My head feels so heavy and I'm running a constant 100degrees Farenheit. And the next person that suggests that I am SARs infected will recieve a wholesome 50kw up their spine. *evil grin* The Monday is here, and it's a little too weird to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95456090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95456090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95456090' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-95360504</id><published>2003-06-05T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T23:47:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isolated.The collective world is going about with their own business. Goodheart seems to have gotten over his obsession for Sarah. Mecha is swamped with work. Loyal works at the Starbucks for the stars. And Negative seems to be popping up like a bitch on MSN. As for me, Netcity II has been weighing too heavily on my mind to actually give a rat's ass about my own state of mind or about the 30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95360504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95360504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95360504' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-95206470</id><published>2003-06-02T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T13:31:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Incubate.Knocked up 9 months agoAnd what she finna have she don't knowShe want neo-soul, this hip-hop is oldShe don't want no rock-n-rollShe want platinum or ice or goldShe want a whole lotta somethin' to foldIf you a obstacle she just drop ya coldCuz one monkey don't stop the showLittle Mary is badIn these streets she done ranE'er since when the heat beganI told the girl look here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95206470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95206470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95206470' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-95206254</id><published>2003-06-02T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T13:22:44.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Micromanagement.Gee a new month already. Time just seems to fly by when you're having fun. Last week's lack of entries was due to many factors, namely, settling my Income tax; banking and settling the bills; going on wild goose chases with the rest of the Lonely hearts ( should just get to the point and tazer Janice), and work of course, namely preparing for Netcity II. Yup, Netcity II is good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95206254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/95206254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95206254' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94932124</id><published>2003-05-27T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T01:57:45.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Secret Life of GoodHeart.Thug Bear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94932124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94932124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94932124' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94932060</id><published>2003-05-27T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T01:54:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Secret Life of AlmostAHeart.Hooligan Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by QuizillaCibai, I prolly got this result cos I'd prefer to "give a beer and watch football." Tulan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94932060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94932060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94932060' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94865230</id><published>2003-05-25T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T10:27:34.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Results.I ended up again with very very little sleep due to me deciding to take a drive after work to clear my mind, and I only managed to get home at 7.30am. Yet my mind kept going on its magic carpet ride, and I finally managed to sleep at 11.30am. Bad, considering that I woke up at 2.00pm. I sat down for lunch with my mother and explained to her what was going on, that I have a rather illegit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94865230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94865230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94865230' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94578178</id><published>2003-05-19T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T09:16:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Purpose.Weird. This may be the last entry for a very long time if things go very wrong for me tomorrow. Tomorrow, I have a rather sensitive meeting with the father of an underaged punter. Now, the outcome of this meeting can mean a few things; we come to an agreement and I make the collection or ; we come to a disagreement and I am forced to bring in muscles or ; it's all a setup for me to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94578178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94578178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94578178' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94505090</id><published>2003-05-17T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T10:39:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever.As I look into your eyes I see the sunriseThe light behind your face helps me realiseWill we sleep and sometimes love until the moon shinesMaybe the next time I’ll be yours and maybe you’ll be mineI don’t know if it’s even in your mind at allIt could be meAt this moment in timeIs it in your mind at allIt should be me, it could be meForeverWandering through life will love come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94505090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94505090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94505090' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94390191</id><published>2003-05-15T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T07:11:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baffled.Reloaded was to say the least, confusing. And it didn't help that the sound kept blinking out at crucial moments as well. But all in, the movie was worth the watch, storywise. So what's there to look out for in the world of the Matrix anyway? The "Burly Brawl" was at first a little draggy, though things started to really rock when Neo decided to use a really really big stick. The Tea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94390191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94390191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94390191' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94327011</id><published>2003-05-14T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T06:41:16.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Excel.At this moment, I am looking at 4 tickets to Reloaded at 2.25pm tomorrow. I guess being spontaneous paid off after all. That and the bloody sugar rush I'm riding at the moment, no thanks to Zoe :P. The tickets are meant for us Lonely Hearts Club members, namely Melvin, Edwin, me and Nson, who's tagging along cos he's running the night shift over here tomorrow. So the warning is there for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94327011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94327011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94327011' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-94145081</id><published>2003-05-11T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T04:57:30.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cronic Sundays.At work now, my oh so reliable (NOT) night shift surprisingly didn't show for work, again. I really need to source for staff, since I have to rely on people like him. Anyone out there interested in working night shifts in a not so high pressured job please, PLEASE contact me. And if you're female.... YEAHHHHHHHHHHH. Please excuse the dumbfuck attitude, I have not had any sleep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94145081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/94145081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94145081' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93927290</id><published>2003-05-07T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T07:06:06.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Save.how can you see into my eyes like open doorsleading you down into my corewhere I’ve become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home(Wake me up)Wake me up inside(I can’t wake up)Wake me up inside(Save me)call my name and save me from the dark(Wake me up)bid my blood to run(I can’t wake up)before I come undone(Save </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93927290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93927290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93927290' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93878885</id><published>2003-05-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T12:10:13.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Blue Pill.Last night, I was given the blue pill. What it does is that it's supposed to cleanse your insides of unnecessary wastes. For the past 12 hours, my body has been doing its system purge, causing me to bolt for the loo at hourly intervals. I would expect the high temperture that I'm running to be part of the side effects as well. So how do I explain the sorethroat, sneezing and cough?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93878885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93878885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93878885' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93843074</id><published>2003-05-05T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T22:41:25.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damned.The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)ModerateLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)LowLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)ModerateLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very LowLevel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93843074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93843074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93843074' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93818627</id><published>2003-05-05T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:57:06.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awake.I can't feel the way I did beforeDon't turn your back on meI won't be ignoredTime won't heal this damage anymoreDon't turn your back on meI won't be ignoredLinkin Park - Faint.They maybe the hardest boyband around, but I have to admit the string arrangement on that track is amazing. Now if only they never bothered with the rapper. Anyway, it's all clear to me now. It's also that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93818627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93818627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93818627' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93810909</id><published>2003-05-05T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T10:33:56.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gone.And with that phone call, she has left. As easy as it was to settle her in, it was as easy for her to move along. She thinks that her presence has been imposing, when it somehow rekindled that bit in me to actually get myself back on my feet again. Within such a short time she became a talisman to me, the beacon that would help me back onto the ledge as I try to escape the limbo I'm in. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93810909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93810909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93810909' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93763983</id><published>2003-05-04T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T15:12:31.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lonely.Moving a depressed individual in with you can be rather taxing. I thought that having someone around the house who's just as distraught as me would help, but it seems that two negatives make not a positive. She's just finished reading the new blog and has retreated into her room, leaving me here to ponder on the direction of my life. The first day is always the hardest I guess. Capes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93763983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93763983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93763983' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93736340</id><published>2003-05-03T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T22:33:37.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Impaired.All day staring at the ceilingMaking friends with shadows on my wallAll night hearing voices telling meThat I should get some sleepBecause tomorrow might be good for somethingHold onFeeling like I'm headed for a breakdownAnd I don't know whyBut I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwellI know right now you can't tellBut stay awhile and maybe then you'll seeA different side </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93736340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93736340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93736340' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93675999</id><published>2003-05-02T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T15:25:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nick Riley is my Hero!To put it simply, Gatecrasher is out of this world. I still have enough alcohol in my veins to kill a cow but that didn't stop me from hopping around like an energizer bunny for more than 2 hours. Yes I got there late, but it was worth it, cos it was Nick Riley's set. You can clearly see though, the number of people that actually appreciated the music. Most of Penang's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93675999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93675999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93675999' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93589630</id><published>2003-05-01T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T04:52:20.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Detrimental.A little knowledge can be a little too much sometimes. For the past few days, it seemed to be happening a lot of times. Too much knowledge can drive one insane. Same as those who are curious by nature. I guess that's why Slaanesh's bigwig was known as the Keeper of Secrets. The question is always : to tell or not to tell. Damage control for the past week has been mostly unnecessary. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93589630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93589630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93589630' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93166593</id><published>2003-04-24T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T01:37:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music to Die by - Part XXXIIIf there are glances that communicateBetter than words,People can all live on freelyWithout losing their way.Overcoming our mistakes,We realise what true kindness is.Together, you and I discoveredThat strength called love. I BELIEVE YOUR LOVETrembling, we seal our wishWith a sweet kiss.(You are here ...So am I ...)Please don't ever forget.I BELIEVE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93166593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93166593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93166593' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-93137942</id><published>2003-04-23T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T14:52:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Satisfaction.Good riddance. And that is probably most fulling rm50 I've ever lost. :) Macca is my hero! And Ronnie maybe overweight but he can still pack it up and in when Raul decides to have his bits removed. gg Beckham. It would be good to see him in a certain white jersey next year. :D And now it all boils down to the final race...and the Gunners seem to have a harder road to travese. :P </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93137942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/93137942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93137942' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-92971730</id><published>2003-04-21T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T00:59:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reizoken.Like a sentence of death,I got no options left,I've got nothing to show now.I'm down on the ground,I've got seconds to live,and you can't go now.'Cause love, like invisible bullet shot me downand I'm bleeding, yeah I'm bleedingand if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me.They will bring back to me.You're a dirty needle,you're in my blood and there's no cure in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92971730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92971730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92971730' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-92767099</id><published>2003-04-17T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T01:16:14.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exotic.3 hours of sleep was all I got before my mom decided to come over and say, "Let's go!" Like wtf. However, we ended up leaving at 2pm cos ALL possible co-pilots were ahem, unavailable. Ah Boy eventually became the roadie for the trip though.Lunch was around 3 at the Sg. Perak Rest Stop, and consisted of some rather funky malay dishes, including Duck Curry. Funky is definitely the word here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92767099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92767099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92767099' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-92678718</id><published>2003-04-15T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T15:56:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vapor.I couldn't leave at all, becausethere's scenery I've gotten so used to seeing.Even if I come here again some timeI'll see the same sky in the same wayMaybe I thought too muchabout whether or not you could call it beautiful.After a little sleep let's hurry again tomorrow.I'm afraid. The steps I can't takepile up, and turn into a long, longpath untraveled; I'm too late.During </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92678718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92678718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92678718' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-92599124</id><published>2003-04-14T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T12:07:09.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3am.Always lived my life alone, Been searching for the place called home. I know that I've been cold as ice,Ignored the dreams, too many lies.Somewhere deep inside, Somewhere deep inside me, I found ... the child I used to beAnd I know that it's not too late Never too late...  Scooter - Nessaja.Good luck in finding yourself Roms.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92599124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92599124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92599124' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-92566405</id><published>2003-04-13T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:49:23.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doh.I am not in angst. Neither am I happy. I am just contented. Maybe. My return to Penang has made me complacent, and my nature has caused me to adapt to the slower pace of life here. But I'll be damned if I move back to Ipoh. :P As if Penang wasn't small enough. Seems that everyone here somehow end's up sleeping with a friend's sister. Or something like that. I have low self esteem. Which is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92566405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92566405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92566405' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-92544851</id><published>2003-04-13T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T15:10:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ouch.At Happy Mart I noticed a papercut near the side of my fingernail. Zoe told me not to be a wuss about it, so I actually forgot about it. It hurts like hell now though cos I just wanked and kinda spunked it in the process. So, in conclusion, DAMMIT IT HURTS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92544851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92544851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92544851' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-92527600</id><published>2003-04-13T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T08:24:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wet.I am exausted and still attempting to dry myself off at work, after spending a good part of my dinner time attending the Burmese Water Festival over in Tg. Bungah. Needless to say everyone there was utterly drenched, with us taking most of the flak cos of Hock Yew's and Cape's waterguns. We still had the upper hand, even though everyone else seemed to be using buckets. Lots of buckets. It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92527600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/92527600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92527600' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-91689722</id><published>2003-03-30T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T21:37:23.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Use two sticks to make it in the nature.Can't stop addicted to the shin digCop top he says I'm gonna win bigChoose not a life of imitationDistant cousin to the reservationDefunkt the pistol that you pay forThis punk the feeling that you stay forIn time I want to be your best friendEastside love is living on the westendKnock out but boy you better come toDon't die you know the truth is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91689722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91689722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91689722' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-91640340</id><published>2003-03-29T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T23:18:41.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Naked.Ok it's confirmed. I have lost my handphone. Although it gives me an excuse to get a new one, it still sucks. It would be at least 48 hrs till I get the replacement SIM card and possibly the 3530(??), but the main thing that would suffer would be my bookie income :P. Apparently, one of the kids that frequents the place was asking for me yesterday. Instead of asking,"When's the manager </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91640340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91640340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91640340' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-91150580</id><published>2003-03-21T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T15:07:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strike.1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!Inter-national, undergroundThunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants with silverback orangutansYou can't stop a trainWho want some? Don't come un-pre-paredI'll be there, but when I leave thereBetter be a household nameWeather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rainSo now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wetIn a silk suit, tryin' not to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91150580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91150580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91150580' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-91088634</id><published>2003-03-20T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T15:35:20.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Urinalium.It's scary outside. The sun is rising lazily, painting the landscape blood red. Red Dawn indeed. Wonder if it has anything to do with the Iraq war? Seems that the mamak topics all revolve around the war. Coffee Bean again was terrorized by us, along with the poor girls who decided to have their group pic taken, only to have ALL of us lurking in the background, faces against the glass. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91088634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91088634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91088634' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-91021484</id><published>2003-03-19T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T15:35:06.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rock.Morning is already here. I just finished up my bookie accounts for the week. Oh wait, there's still UEFA Cup tonight. Dammit. Ah Teik kena Sau Q tonight so there goes my VCD purchase options for the rest of the week, or so. Hmm. Acks, my Utopia kingdom just entered war, for the last time this age. Looks like a rather nasty one too. What wonderful timing. Just when US is about to attempt to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91021484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/91021484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91021484' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90950076</id><published>2003-03-18T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T14:24:55.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ellllooooooooooooooo. A very geeky LOL over here.I took my mom for dinner tonight. Along with the guys. We ended up having rice and dishes at 77 with my mom being updated with the lives of some of my closest friends. She finally realised that Eric isn't going out with that Indian ex of his anymore, and that was like 7 years ago! She was also trying to bribe Ah Boy into selling one of the TVs he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90950076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90950076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90950076' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90879722</id><published>2003-03-17T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T14:13:09.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've Fallen Down and I Can't Get Up!I woke up this morning and realised that I wasn't able to straighten my arms. Or rather, it was too painful to do so. Gym session has now been pushed back to Wednesday, provided that Eric decides to skip hiking again. Note to self : whack Eric for putting me in current condition. At least I can still wank. :PToday I was told I was one of the popular icons in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90879722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90879722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90879722' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90843044</id><published>2003-03-16T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T23:26:06.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah. Venus 5 is like Sailormoon with tentacle sex. And Melvin still insists that there's Doraemon Hentai out there. Oh. And also Pokemon Hentai too. wtf.YURI HENTAI (results contain pictures) Whats your HENTAI??? brought to you by QuizillaAnd I thought I was more into Tentacle gangbangs.Err. I didn't say that!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90843044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90843044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90843044' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90815216</id><published>2003-03-16T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T12:10:12.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turan.I just lost my most excellent entry to blogger's FUXORed timeouts. Turan. My arms have been aching since this morning after yesterday's Turbo Upper Body Workout Session at the gym with Eric. The next time he tells me that you can fit the whole schedule in half an hour, I will beat him with a barbell. Yes folks, I have begun my fitness program. 3 times a week at the gym. 2 times a week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90815216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90815216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90815216' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90815208</id><published>2003-03-16T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T12:10:00.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90815208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90815208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90815208' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90781390</id><published>2003-03-15T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T15:36:03.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're one of those perverts. You know what I'mtalking about.Clean yourself up, andget outside more! Fucker. Why Will You Go To Hell? brought to you by QuizillaWankers R Us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90781390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90781390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90781390' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90781055</id><published>2003-03-15T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T15:27:19.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exhibitionist movie! You'd get off on lettingANYONE and EVERYONE watch you have sex...evensmall children, you sick sonofabitch! Kinky isyour middle name. What kind of porno would you star in? brought to you by QuizillaHmmm. Point to ponder.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90781055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90781055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90781055' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-90780221</id><published>2003-03-15T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T15:01:12.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Am A: Chaotic Good Human Mage BardAlignment:Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.Race:Humans are the 'average' race. They have the shortest life spans, and because of this, they tend to avoid the racial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90780221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/90780221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90780221' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-88749251</id><published>2003-02-08T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T00:38:02.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idiot.You know you're an idiot when you spit on your own foot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88749251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88749251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88749251' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-88492837</id><published>2003-02-03T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T13:47:43.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Criminal.What you gonna doWhen it's time to recogniseDo you wanna get seriousWhen you're walking by my sideAnd the way is perilousAnd you think you're better nowYou think you're over itI can see from the look on your faceYou're a long way offPride it always comesBefore a fall You see meSee me callingI can flyBut I watch you fallingFallingDon't fallIt's a long way down againI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88492837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88492837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88492837' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-88370766</id><published>2003-02-01T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T00:55:49.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Break.If there was nothing that I could sayTurned your back and you just walked awayLeaves me numb inside I think of youTogether is all I knewWe moved too fast but I had no signsI would try to turn the hands of timeI look to you for a reason whyThe love we had passed me byAnd as the sun would set, you would riseFall from the sky into paradiseIs there no light in your heart for me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88370766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88370766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88370766' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-88323024</id><published>2003-01-31T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T04:42:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Judgement.It's a raw night Who wants to bar fight?Well come on alrightAnd I dare a mother fucker to come in my faceBaseball batsI got somethin' for thatIt goes bla ka ka katSo I dare a motherfucker to come in my faceIt's so real, how I feelCause this society, that makes a nigga wanna killI'm just straight illRidin' my motorcycle down the streetsWhile politicians is soundin' like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88323024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/88323024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88323024' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-87770893</id><published>2003-01-20T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T22:35:24.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Beginning of the End of the BeginningIn my place, in my place,were lines that I couldn't change,I was lost, oh yeah. and I was lost, I was lost,Crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed,I was lost, oh yeah. Yeah, how long must she wait for it?Yeah, how long must she pay for it?Yeah, how long must she wait for it? Oh for itI was scared, I was scared,tired and under prepared,but I´</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/87770893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/87770893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87770893' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-86742334</id><published>2002-12-31T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T02:48:57.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GongCibai.The last day of 2002. Once again I'm at work, and once again I have good old Sun on duty. He just loves working on days where he can get officially drunk at work. Today's alcohol stock so far consists of 4 crates of Tiger, 1 btl. Pimm's, 1 btl. Absolut Citron, 1 btl. JD. I think it SHOULD be enough to last us till the next year. :) Reaper called me earlier to inform me that Tops is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86742334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86742334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86742334' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-86475117</id><published>2002-12-24T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T02:54:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Push.How could we resist it,a life like this?dramatized and twisted with every kissand in the far-off distance our fading memorythe simple co-existence of you and me just looking at youyou're out of controlyou're always talkingthat look on your faceyou're out of your mindyou're always talkingyou lie through your teethyou scratch underneathyou're all but emptyjust looking at you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86475117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86475117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86475117' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-86268031</id><published>2002-12-19T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T05:16:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Jingle Jangle. On the first day of Chrismas my taiko sent to meA paikia with a behhh kiiiii</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86268031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86268031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86268031' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-86267953</id><published>2002-12-19T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T05:14:01.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First Post!I caught the 3pm screening of LoTR:Two Towers earlier and I get to write all about it now while the rest of the world watches the 9pm show. HAR HAR HAR ! :)The Good Bits. The Ents - I didn't exactly expect Treebeard to look so lanky and lean. Heck, I didn't expect Treefolk in general to look that way in the first place. Maybe too much looking at Treants in Warcraft III caused </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86267953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/86267953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86267953' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-85934632</id><published>2002-12-12T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T23:10:24.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Encore.It's Friday the 13th, and I really am not feeling very well at all. Was telling teddybwear last night that I thought my body was overheating again, and her reply was, "You seem to make me overheat alot too." Erm. Well that's nice to know. Woke up today with tell tale signs of a nosebleed though, so I definitely need a way to cool my body down. I got Floorfilla's Techno Romance looping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85934632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85934632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85934632' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-85855408</id><published>2002-12-11T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T12:50:36.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bomb. THIS IS IT! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85855408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85855408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85855408' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-85672454</id><published>2002-12-08T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T00:07:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Orgasm.All the subtle flavours of my lifeare become bitter seedsand poisoned leaveswithout youYou represent what's trueI drain the colour from the skyAnd turn bluewithout youThese arms lack a purposeFlapping like a humming-birdI'm nervous 'causeI'm the left eyeyou're the rightWould it not be madness to fightWe come oneIn you the song which rights my wrongsIn you the fullness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85672454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85672454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85672454' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-85671587</id><published>2002-12-07T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T23:29:53.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zen and the Art of Football Betting.I returned from my Alor Setar last night and ended up going straight to work, with a detour to No Eye Deer to watch the match of the week, and sadly see the Gunners go down meekly to Man United. And because of that I have to wear an Italian jersey tonight. You know, the really tight one? Now if the Gunners had won, then we would be seeing Melvin wearing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85671587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85671587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85671587' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-85367294</id><published>2002-12-01T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T23:51:44.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Legacy.December is here already. Soon it would be 2003. Time seems to be passing faster and faster. And things seem to change. Though never for the better. Alot has been happening lately as well, though I've been too busy at work. I guess I'll just leave a summary below:- I got a new contract and incentives. I guess management heard that I was getting ready to move over to Dell Marketing. Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85367294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/85367294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85367294' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-84420383</id><published>2002-11-12T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T07:30:07.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Butterfly Panties.Taken straight from my ICQ logs:You have received a message!  Chuva.org is a sexpot. I want her.You have received a message!  I want to carve that bitch up and divide her for every day of the week.You have received a message!  Did you check out that jammie pic ?DAMNNNNNNNYou have received a message!  I WANT TO STRAP HER TO A POLE AND LEAVE BLOODY BITE MARKS ON HER </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/84420383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/84420383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84420383' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-84245775</id><published>2002-11-08T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T12:16:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deja Vu without an Ounce of Virtue.I saw the most captivating thing on MTV just now. It wasn't a music video, but rather one of the MTV filler ads. It was a 4th dimensional picture rended in 3d form :a wire frame of a man sitting cross legged, and he was rotating slowly around, and at 180 degrees, his back showed his front again, as his body was inside out, yet outside in. It was facinating to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/84245775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/84245775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84245775' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3442221.post-84106933</id><published>2002-11-06T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T00:34:22.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Piety and Panadol.Today is the first day in the month of Ramadhan. And yes, I actually intend to complete the fasting month with a perfect record. I guess with the fasting month around, you can see me blogging more often, since I be cutting down on my wanking sessions. Or something. Erm. At least I also have time to finish watching all those movies I bought but never had the time to watch. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/84106933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3442221/posts/default/84106933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rand0mized.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84106933' title=''/><author><name>Rand0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422766777551607859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
