<?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-5703777</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:57:23.370-07:00</updated><category term='just because.'/><category term='ROBOTS IN DISGUISE'/><category term='writing for the first time in months is kinda challenging'/><category term='thanks be to kass'/><title type='text'>taika</title><subtitle type='html'>random collections and thoughts </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5703777.post-9018728972280710224</id><published>2009-05-14T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:15:48.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was going to write a really long entry about how useless, pretentious, and unabashedly hypocritical you are; then i realized that i couldn't think of what to say. i thought this was because it was too late at night, or that i was too burned out from exams; but then i realized that trying to say something substantial about someone so insignificant, so intellectually anodyne, would be impossible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/9018728972280710224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/9018728972280710224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#9018728972280710224' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-313936901192684976</id><published>2008-11-06T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T22:54:21.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow idon'tknow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/313936901192684976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/313936901192684976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#313936901192684976' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-824282753098433987</id><published>2008-11-01T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T11:30:29.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Response to a ravenous crocodilefor no one in particular, maybei've realizedthat if you constantly pressenter atrandomintervalsyou can turn proseinto poetry.now you know the secret! now get typ-ingso that you maysell poetrytoo.-2008</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/824282753098433987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/824282753098433987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#824282753098433987' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-6034041722103188012</id><published>2008-10-15T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:55:07.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i like to imagine i have superpowers, just so i can picture burning all the people i don't like alive or sucking their brains out through their ears or growing finger on their knees or something. although, according to the law of diminishing marginal utility, i'd eventually grow tired of it. maybe even feel bad about it. sometimes i wonder if it's better to not have enough of something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6034041722103188012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6034041722103188012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#6034041722103188012' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-4419595003112317120</id><published>2008-09-07T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:25:15.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay maybe i should try to blog more.tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4419595003112317120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4419595003112317120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4419595003112317120' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-4477860071042062435</id><published>2008-05-12T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T20:15:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have realized that i actually really like salads. it's been a season for new things, eh. meow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4477860071042062435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4477860071042062435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4477860071042062435' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-8195466017242781356</id><published>2008-05-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:45:57.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's part in me you'll never knowThe only thing I'll never showHopelessly I'll love you endlesslyHopelessly I'll give you everythingBut I won't give you upI won't let you downAnd I won't leave you fallingIf the moment ever comesIt's plain to see it's trying to speakCherished dreams forever asleepHopelessly I'll love you endlesslyHopelessly I'll give you everythingBut I won't give you upI won't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8195466017242781356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8195466017242781356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8195466017242781356' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-6755313856189603621</id><published>2008-04-16T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:06:49.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>death to all who oppose us.yes, i'm being silly. but i know you wouldn't have it any other way :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6755313856189603621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6755313856189603621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6755313856189603621' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-8381804061722351510</id><published>2008-04-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:23:21.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just because.'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8381804061722351510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8381804061722351510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8381804061722351510' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-6902754606759799269</id><published>2008-03-28T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:12:40.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five things I hate:1) airports 2) misplaced arrogance3) you. this is directed at multiple people, by the way.4) people who try to cram their opinions down your throats5) most vegetables. particularly celery.Five things I like:1) airports2) bliss3) you. again, multiple people, but fewer than the other one. also, right now it's mostly one. sorry poyew.4) moments of pure genius, regardless of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6902754606759799269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6902754606759799269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6902754606759799269' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-5501950281336460646</id><published>2008-03-25T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:52:27.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never forget.i never forgive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5501950281336460646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5501950281336460646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5501950281336460646' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-2911483716048080655</id><published>2008-03-06T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:40:27.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excise the fucking infection.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/2911483716048080655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/2911483716048080655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2911483716048080655' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-6721421186251037769</id><published>2008-03-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:12:27.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have something i really want to say, but i really cant find words poetic or delicate enough to describe them, so obversely, i am going to be as blunt as possible. i want you. and there will be horrendous retribution on anyone, or anything that intrudes on us, tries to corrupt what we have. because nothing can stop me from getting what i want. nothing can stop me from getting to you. happy march</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6721421186251037769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6721421186251037769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6721421186251037769' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-7352631926220150609</id><published>2008-02-18T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:02:51.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks be to kass'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does anyone know how to take the hearts away from the headers? agh.If you were falling, then I would catch you.You need a light, I'd find a match.Cuz I love the way you say good morning.And you take me the way I am.If you are chilly, here take my sweater.Your head is aching, I'll make it better.Cuz I love the way you call me baby.And you take me the way I am.I'd buy you Rogaine if you start </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/7352631926220150609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/7352631926220150609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#7352631926220150609' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-6669615930148522907</id><published>2008-02-14T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:46:30.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIG BLOB OF THING</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6669615930148522907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6669615930148522907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6669615930148522907' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-3854719812469628035</id><published>2008-02-13T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T17:44:31.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time moves on without me; i'm waiting in the past, my heart tossed into the twilight air.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/3854719812469628035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/3854719812469628035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3854719812469628035' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-3765235260633356548</id><published>2008-02-10T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:59:51.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't want to leave your sight.  i don't want to leave your side.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/3765235260633356548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/3765235260633356548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3765235260633356548' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-6613785795651512076</id><published>2008-02-08T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T20:58:40.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Follow me tonightFollow me into oblivion- The Mars Volta, "Ilyena"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6613785795651512076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6613785795651512076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6613785795651512076' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-8301568326346842002</id><published>2008-02-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:57:49.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being realistic is for people who would rather mold castles in the sand, forever wondering if there really are kingdoms beyond the cerulean drapes of sky.the view from up here is pretty good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8301568326346842002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8301568326346842002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8301568326346842002' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-6493787189893444837</id><published>2008-02-06T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:30:53.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like pouring vitriol into my eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6493787189893444837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/6493787189893444837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#6493787189893444837' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-4996309012776292890</id><published>2008-02-06T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:40:28.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there is something deliciously seductive about the word, eviscerate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4996309012776292890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4996309012776292890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#4996309012776292890' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-7103373485109340788</id><published>2008-01-24T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:49:59.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah look at me im falling sick! maybe i should stop sleeping in the afternoons. then again.i feel like there should be a longer post. maybe later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/7103373485109340788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/7103373485109340788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7103373485109340788' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-9076230838694581812</id><published>2008-01-18T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:14:23.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am sick. and sleepy. goodnight everyone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/9076230838694581812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/9076230838694581812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#9076230838694581812' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-5516826271608392066</id><published>2008-01-06T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:18:04.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?go to new york; not go to tokyo in december; use make-up; play double-pedal; mosh; go to business school (omg); im out of ideas, rather hungry.2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?i resolved to be less tolerant of people, not sure if i managed to do it.3. Did anyone close to you give birth?maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5516826271608392066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5516826271608392066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5516826271608392066' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-1516879229741092123</id><published>2007-10-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:35:09.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am not: awakei hurt: many peoplei love: my girlfriend. and food. and drumming. and shopping. and sleeping. zzzz.i hate: alright don't you get me started.i fear: gaining weighti hope: i can eat penne vodkai hear: strange voices telling me to eat penne vodkai cry: when i don't get penne vodkai care: sometimes.i always: pomegranatei long to: buy everything on emoda.comi listen: i hide: all my fat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/1516879229741092123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/1516879229741092123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#1516879229741092123' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-5129308196938973672</id><published>2007-08-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:19:47.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay im off to new york. if you message me and i dont reply, im not being antisocial. and now here is a list of dedications and stuff i would like to say to people, in no particular order.Jayne : there are times when people make stupid decisions, like buying chunky monkey instead of fossil fuel, or playing in alumni concerts, etc. but going out to you was not a stupid decision. you have enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5129308196938973672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5129308196938973672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#5129308196938973672' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-345990994825718283</id><published>2007-08-09T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:45:40.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stand up for singaporedo the best you canreach out for your fellow man...while i'm shopping in japan. konbanwa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/345990994825718283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/345990994825718283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#345990994825718283' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-8428883231453198045</id><published>2007-08-08T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T06:05:26.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>about to leave for japan, i should be packing but oh well. this will be a really short post. very short. alright i'm really sorry but i cannot think of anything to write, i'm sick and feeling kinda down right now. will try to type something in japan. see you.hello jayne i love you :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8428883231453198045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8428883231453198045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8428883231453198045' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-7945949346455365992</id><published>2007-08-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:29:13.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brandon leaves for good on Saturday 25th August, 1050am. was nice knowing you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/7945949346455365992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/7945949346455365992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#7945949346455365992' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-2083347139594484290</id><published>2007-07-17T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:52:14.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the idea is you put your itunes on shuffle and ta-da! each song it goes through is meant to represent the High and Low Points of Your Life If It Were A Movie. Hah. And you're not meant to cheat!that paragraph wasn't written by me. it sounds really bad. Opening Credits: Dream Theater - Another Day [Acoustic Version]Waking Up: Thrice - Stare At The SunFirst Day At School: The Mars Volta - Cicatriz </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/2083347139594484290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/2083347139594484290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2083347139594484290' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-713874393537714220</id><published>2007-07-16T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:31:15.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ROBOTS IN DISGUISE'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'M FEELING NICE TODAY!A brief list of things that make me feel nice:1. Inebriated Singaporean actors : Seriously, what is the big deal? Okay, so he had abit to drink, got caught, went to jail. ENOUGH ALREADY! Why must the media compeletely blow everything up? The next thing you know, the girlfriend is talking about their future with his parents, he's issuing a public apology, his pet raccoon is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/713874393537714220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/713874393537714220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#713874393537714220' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-4309790284739348199</id><published>2007-05-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T08:50:09.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is just a short post announcing that i have a new laptop. so for the 4 or 5 of you who give a damn, brandon is now technologically up-to-date once again. random bitching paragraph one :so i was listening to the radio the other day, and christina aguilera's 'candy man' came on. the unusual and disgruntling thing was, while they used to play the song completely unedited, the wonderful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4309790284739348199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4309790284739348199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4309790284739348199' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-4125525420057508001</id><published>2007-05-06T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T00:13:16.823-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing for the first time in months is kinda challenging'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to you,:i hope you realize that you are destined to a squalid life of snivelling subservience, an existence not even worthy of being recorded in dust in the timeline of humanity. you aspire to greatness, to genius even; but sadly you can achieve nothing more than a miserable mediocrity that befits those of your ilk. attempts to deny your fate will only culminate in fleeting amelioration, but even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4125525420057508001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/4125525420057508001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4125525420057508001' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-3656392710372738379</id><published>2007-03-10T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T08:45:37.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM AN ARROGANT TURDin other news, potato.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/3656392710372738379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/3656392710372738379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3656392710372738379' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-2966267960493418571</id><published>2007-01-24T06:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:04:57.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay ive got nothing i want to bitch about. see, i could just bitch about some random person/thing/whatever that i find mildly annoying, but it wouldnt be the same, and it wouldnt be fair to the five of you who read this blog [is it five? ive lost count].  the truth is, ive become a rather mellow person recently. my life has turned into some sort of slow train, ambling gamely along toward some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/2966267960493418571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/2966267960493418571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2966267960493418571' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-5251781917197366593</id><published>2007-01-24T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:04:55.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay ive got nothing i want to bitch about. see, i could just bitch about some random person/thing/whatever that i find mildly annoying, but it wouldnt be the same, and it wouldnt be fair to the five of you who read this blog [is it five? ive lost count].  the truth is, ive become a rather mellow person recently. my life has turned into some sort of slow train, ambling gamely along toward some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5251781917197366593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/5251781917197366593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5251781917197366593' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-8750116347987494914</id><published>2007-01-24T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:04:51.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay ive got nothing i want to bitch about. see, i could just bitch about some random person/thing/whatever that i find mildly annoying, but it wouldnt be the same, and it wouldnt be fair to the five of you who read this blog [is it five? ive lost count].  the truth is, ive become a rather mellow person recently. my life has turned into some sort of slow train, ambling gamely along toward some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8750116347987494914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/8750116347987494914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8750116347987494914' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-116638462575672347</id><published>2006-12-17T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:43:45.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 reasons why i love my girlfriend :1. she obliterates my ego whenever it threatens to overwhelm the galaxy. actually even when it doesnt, she'll be glad to do the obliterating anyway.2. she doesnt complain when i fall asleep on the phone. maybe it's because i'm more tolerable in that state.3. she helps me slice onions and garlic whenever i cook.4. she puts up with me whenever i try to act cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116638462575672347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116638462575672347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116638462575672347' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-116638222654632147</id><published>2006-12-17T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:03:46.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know singaporeans are renowned for being perennial complainers and incessant whiners, but friends, could we exercise some discretion please?by all means, go ahead and bitch, rant, or tellpeopletogetoutofyoureliteanduncaringfaces. however, is it asking too much of you, my fellow denizens of our wonderfully clean and evergreen and everything in between island nation, to put some smidgeon of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116638222654632147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116638222654632147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116638222654632147' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-116638394972236198</id><published>2006-12-17T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:32:29.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. brandon2. bran3. chew. ITS ALL FOODTHREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. hands. especially my pretty nails. but the black is gone now sigh.2. teeth, so straight and nice! :D3. drummer forearms! i hope its muscle and not just tissue!THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:1. hair too short2. feet are due for exfoliation3. some fat around my stomach :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116638394972236198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116638394972236198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116638394972236198' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-116470668717863469</id><published>2006-11-28T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:38:07.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love myself!a liberal dose of self-esteem is always good for you.to all the depressed emo people out there : life is too short to drown yourself in the perpetual torrent of your discontents and melancholies. give yourself a pat on the back, brew up some macchiato, and do something for yourself! go mountain biking, pluck your eyebrows, illegally obtain a plasma-based bio-chemical weapon and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116470668717863469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116470668717863469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116470668717863469' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-116332850084944503</id><published>2006-11-12T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:48:20.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jaynejaynejaynejaynejaynejaynejaynejaynejayneMUSHROOM MUSHROOM</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116332850084944503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116332850084944503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116332850084944503' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-116009754652831304</id><published>2006-10-05T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:53:30.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i was driving to work today, and i heard this ad on the radio :grandma no. 1 : my grandson got 4 'a's for his psle!grandma no. 2 : mine got 5 'a+'s!grandma no. 1 : mine bought me a lovely gift for my birthday! he loves grandma so much.grandma no. 2 : but did he nominate you for the senior citizens' award 2006? MINE did.the ad was much longer, with both grandmas trying to outdo each other and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116009754652831304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/116009754652831304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116009754652831304' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115951401072851905</id><published>2006-09-28T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:13:30.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>once in a while, you just need to massacre someone. you need to render him undeniably extinct, defunct, expired. you need to personally see to it that he crosses the threshold between ephemeral pain and endless torment, that he has undeniably been erased from the face of this universe. but then, once in a while there stroms into your life a singular entity for whom, that alone is not enough. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115951401072851905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115951401072851905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115951401072851905' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115933714618040411</id><published>2006-09-26T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:08:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay enough with the fucking pleasantries already, im gonna get straight to the point.to you : how the fuck are you able to call yourself a human being, when you obviously adopt the appearance of a bipedal primordial amoeba, and have the mental fortitude to match? you are so painfully transparent, because truly, slugs of your lofty calibre aren't that hard to decipher, save for the instances you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115933714618040411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115933714618040411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115933714618040411' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115904541704448314</id><published>2006-09-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:03:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so sick of it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115904541704448314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115904541704448314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115904541704448314' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115793462297616197</id><published>2006-09-10T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T17:30:22.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'It was when the war was pulling its hardest on the continent, when Europeans were streaming hither and thither from their smashed-open homes and villages and fields like ants from a disturbed hill-nest, and official letters to mothers and wives were flowing with regularity through the letter boxes around the bay, that another wonder was bestowed upon Morecambe.  If not for harmony's sake then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115793462297616197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115793462297616197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115793462297616197' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115344356764790468</id><published>2006-07-20T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:59:27.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Name 2 schools you went to.a. acsib. acjc2. Name 2 favourite vacations of all time.a. 2004 tokyob. 2005 tokyo3. Name 2 favourite fastfoods.a. uberburger [the food arrived quite fast play]b. subway4. Name 2 things in your pocket.a. handphoneb. little i 'HIGH MAINTENANCE' mints5. Name 2 favourite hangoutsa. my houseb. has to be orchard, typically enough i guess6. Name 2 favourite songs.a. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115344356764790468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115344356764790468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115344356764790468' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115312355232663816</id><published>2006-07-17T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:05:52.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 things i should admit to the world but lack the neccessary guts to do so:1. I bite my nails. I know its a terrible habit, but I started when I was damn young and I just can't stop. Okay i managed to stop for a few months but it just came back again 2. I actually like pop music3. I never forgive4. MY EGO IS THE SIZE OF MANHATTAN5. When I am unhappy or disgruntled, I grumble about it and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115312355232663816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115312355232663816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115312355232663816' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115197001915085371</id><published>2006-07-03T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:44:08.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everytime i log in i forget what i want to blog about. that seems to be my problem. so i just fill up random surveys.i have recently rediscovered the exquisite beauty of metallica. p.s. did i spell quintessential right? think so.i hate france.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115197001915085371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115197001915085371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115197001915085371' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115085563284146449</id><published>2006-06-20T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T19:07:12.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do i blog?quintessentially, what is the point of all this? do i surreptitiously and subtly blog for my [very small and i think virtually nonexistent] audience? is it my desire to leave an impression, to solicit a response, any response, from anyone, that stirs my slumbering mental process [IS IT EVEN THERE]? have i become an attention whore? is that why i type things that are ostensibly and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115085563284146449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115085563284146449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115085563284146449' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-115017246515758096</id><published>2006-06-12T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:21:05.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hii think very few people visit this blog, buti'm looking for people to jam with! im interested mainly in jamming alt-rock [starsailor/muse/arctic monkeys/redhotchillipeppers/omg im so desperate ill just put bloody linkin park here as well], heavier rock/metal [disturbed/metallica/coheed&amp;cambria], bloody hell i'm even willing to sell my soul and do pop maybe, see what ive been reduced to. if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115017246515758096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/115017246515758096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115017246515758096' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114948394317535949</id><published>2006-06-04T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T22:05:43.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>would it fucking kill you to be a little, little bit more polite?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114948394317535949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114948394317535949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114948394317535949' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114916018432107552</id><published>2006-06-01T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T04:09:44.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANNOUNCEMENTRobin's Hood Party in aid of Straits Times Pocket Money FundDate : Wed 14th JuneVenue: Butter Factoryanyone interested?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114916018432107552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114916018432107552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114916018432107552' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114913891687393085</id><published>2006-05-31T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:16:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 100%Your job is a disaster - it's surprising you've lasted this long.You need to quit if you can, even if you don't have another job lined up.As far as stressful work situations go, yours is off the scale brutal.Almost any job would be better than what you've got!Should You Quit Your Job?gee, i wonder why i dont quit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114913891687393085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114913891687393085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114913891687393085' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114894950490455677</id><published>2006-05-29T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T20:40:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something i found off a random person's blog, have a try! its fun! and rich in anti-hestamines. with 10% added calcium. 1. List ten things you want to say to 10 people but know you never will.2. Don't say who they are.3. Feel free to comment, but leave a name, or at least something I can refer you by.1. I'm really really sorry but you seriously need to brush your teeth or get mints. I can smell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114894950490455677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114894950490455677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114894950490455677' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114875315605144555</id><published>2006-05-27T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T11:05:56.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY DO I KEEP SINGING ASHLEE SIMSPON SONGS IN MY HEADthings i learnt today:1. japanese girls are hot in boots.2. guys clothes are super super super boring.3. my entire family is anti-establishment4. girls rule.5. claudio sanchez of coheed and cambria sounds like a very sexually disoriented lady.6. facials are the best invention in the galaxy7. lobster noodles are [to quote marcia cross in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114875315605144555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114875315605144555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114875315605144555' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114853407985001791</id><published>2006-05-24T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:16:50.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Mysterious. You wish to hide who you are from all those around you. You find it very hard to trust people. You also may enjoy the fun that comes from playing mind games with others around you.My advice Get out there and reveal the true you if only to one person!Mysterious83%Diamond Eyes83%Eyes full of Pain75%Passion67%What do your eyes reveal about you?(PICS!)created with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114853407985001791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114853407985001791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114853407985001791' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114846403482185337</id><published>2006-05-24T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T02:47:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Philosophy. You should be a Philosophy major! Like the Philosopher, you are contemplative and you enjoy thinking about the purpose for humanity's existence.Philosophy100%Theater92%Journalism92%English83%Dance83%Mathematics75%Art75%Engineering67%Linguistics67%Psychology58%Sociology58%Anthropology50%Chemistry25%Biology25%What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&lt;3)created with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114846403482185337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114846403482185337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114846403482185337' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114773882732584925</id><published>2006-05-15T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:20:27.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i must correct an earlier posti said that i hated change. but also, i like unpredictability. thank you miss lim for reminding me of that. the most dangerous thing about stasis is that everything remains the same. emotions, thoughts, everything ceases to be leitmotifs of life. reality becomes one dimensional. and time is a noose around your neck that tightens oh so slightly, oh so slowly.the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114773882732584925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114773882732584925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114773882732584925' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114767067354409843</id><published>2006-05-14T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:27:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Over the sea and far away She's waiting like an Iceberg Waiting to change, But she's cold inside She wants to be like the water, All the muscles tighten in her face Buries her soul in one embrace They're one and the same Just like water Then the fire fades away But most of everyday Is full of tired excuses But it's too hard to say I wish it were simple But we give up easily You're close enough to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114767067354409843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114767067354409843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114767067354409843' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114708383490376079</id><published>2006-05-08T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:23:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's mildly irritating, but i guess i was kinda asking for it anyways. so. just go. don't come back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114708383490376079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114708383490376079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114708383490376079' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114535080846604611</id><published>2006-04-18T01:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:20:27.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;/&gt;Bourbon-Spiked Pumpkin Cheesecake. Mm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114535080846604611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114535080846604611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114535080846604611' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114526580037899453</id><published>2006-04-17T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T02:23:21.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so boredand everyone online is either busyawayoffline.theres nothing to do in the office.except read. and read. and read somemore. and go and eat.does anyone know a nice place for pants? anybody?last weeksomething very important happened to me.and that something wascoffee bean cheesecake.i really have no idea why something so exquisitely esculent can exist. imagine that.driving with your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114526580037899453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114526580037899453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114526580037899453' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114423496763983461</id><published>2006-04-05T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T04:02:47.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a pretty messed up person.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114423496763983461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114423496763983461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114423496763983461' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114336782530265175</id><published>2006-03-26T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:10:25.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate change. and i wanted everything to be constant, because ostensibly life seemed immaculate. but my heart wouldnt allow it. nothing terrible has happened, nothing contentious and controvertible. maybe i changed. what was once jubilant and inspirational turned into something else. i certainly did not want it. even now i still think to myself, why? why allow me to build up a bastion, only to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114336782530265175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114336782530265175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114336782530265175' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-114121752570965013</id><published>2006-03-01T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T04:52:05.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so tiredcant bloganyone interested in doing a very informal study on the role of music as literature? more specifically, want to look at how progressive and contemporary music references literary works and/or acts as a complex art form. records i have in mind are dream theater's metropolis 2 : scenes from a memory, a change of seasons, etc; and coheed and cambria's good apollo i'm burning star IV</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114121752570965013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/114121752570965013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114121752570965013' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-113660507406987197</id><published>2006-01-06T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:37:54.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its a lovely saturday morning, and i have nothing much to do.so let's write some nonsense.its amazing that ive been in army for a little over a year now...i was such a paranoid, cowardly little boy going into it all. and now, whether i like it or not, ive grown accustomed to this miniscule, detached reality, with its idiosyncracies [i once swore never to use this word argh] and moments of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113660507406987197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113660507406987197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113660507406987197' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-113617590870672431</id><published>2006-01-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T20:25:08.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just read some of my previous entries...so embarrassing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113617590870672431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113617590870672431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113617590870672431' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-113152735721837126</id><published>2005-11-09T00:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:09:17.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'A free press by Western standards does not always lead to a clean and efficient government.'    -Goh Chok Tong, as quoted in TIME    Surprisingly, I agree. Just look at the Valerie Plame-Wilson issue in America. Reading about it gives me headaches.       I guess I've learnt to become less anti-establishment, and more of a critical supporter, finding mistakes and shortcomings just so they can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113152735721837126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113152735721837126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113152735721837126' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-113068501543512406</id><published>2005-10-30T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:10:15.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ULCERPAINPAINPAINonce again i forgot what i wanted to write. hmhmhmhmhmhmhm lemme think. no i cant remember.melvin er where are youokay bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113068501543512406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/113068501543512406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113068501543512406' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-112870457221115171</id><published>2005-10-07T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:02:52.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have a stomachachethis time last year, i was studying for alevels. i remember thinking that, even though i had the motivation to do well, i had no clear sense of where my life was headed; of what my results could bring me. but of course, like any trained robot in the machinery of education, i toiled on. now, im in the army. so ironic that i've gained a hitherto obscured sense of clarity, a more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/112870457221115171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/112870457221115171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112870457221115171' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111987733888655635</id><published>2005-06-26T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:02:18.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>words i know but have never used before:crenellatedbushidoplumedAztecbeanie babyphalanxarmadascalpelhors d'oeuvresantifreezelepidoptera [or however you spell it]okay done. headacheheadacheheadacheheadacheheadacheheadacheheadacheheadacheyouthinkpastamighthelp?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111987733888655635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111987733888655635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111987733888655635' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111626596506572882</id><published>2005-05-16T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T10:52:45.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never thought id write something like this on my blog. oh well.i might not be able to talk to you as much as i'd want to over the next few days, but rest assured, you will poison my mind every single moment. the memories are already fading, so very fast, but the emotions linger. and its enough to assail me, like a wave crashing down on all of humanity. what a silly analogy.thank you for your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111626596506572882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111626596506572882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111626596506572882' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111579449287749261</id><published>2005-05-10T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T23:54:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pain - a haikuTHREE BLOODY ULCERSALL ON THE FRONT OF MY MOUTHSOMEONE KILL ME NOW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111579449287749261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111579449287749261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111579449287749261' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111549047613754841</id><published>2005-05-07T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:27:56.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dear. you are my favourite poison. and im addicted. we inject passion into our souls, and the feeling is nothing short of ecstasy. wont you be my drug of choice? hehe.HUNGRY kind of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111549047613754841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111549047613754841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111549047613754841' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111549042047660474</id><published>2005-05-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:27:00.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dear. you are my favourite poison. and im addicted. we inject passion into our souls, and the feeling is nothing short of ecstasy. wont you be my drug of choice? hehe.HUNGRY kind of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111549042047660474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111549042047660474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111549042047660474' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111425177216587209</id><published>2005-04-23T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T03:22:52.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm i really have nothing much to talk about now. Come to think of it, what did I talk about in all those previous posts? So many long entries but I cant remember anything. Theres really nothing much for me to say nowadays, since nothing much happens to me in my banal existence in the stupid SAF. I basically talk alot of crap to my friends in camp, because this makes time pass so much faster...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111425177216587209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111425177216587209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111425177216587209' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111253496118406802</id><published>2005-04-03T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T06:29:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thank you. for everything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111253496118406802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111253496118406802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253496118406802' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111185964469169292</id><published>2005-03-26T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T09:54:04.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. instead of writing a normal entry i shall just summarize what i want to say now, and you can just imagine what i wanted to say. here we go1. army is very sian2. i wonder what im doing with my life3. im growing fat4. army is very sianlooking back at the past 18 years of my life, i wonder if i have ever shown the true me to anyone at all. sometimes i get the feeling that there are many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111185964469169292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111185964469169292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111185964469169292' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111129017399633400</id><published>2005-03-19T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T19:42:53.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.wadxZ ur hp number: 9112.wad'll u do if u c ur gf/bf hugging a guy/girl?: why ask these questions? ill reply with random answers. playing guitar upside down while feeding a blue monkey with roasted buckwheat dumplings in a remote part of micronesia3.ur fav song: stream of consciousness by dream theater, hysteria by muse, -human and devil's dance by metallica4.have a gf/bf?: melvin er5.have ur </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111129017399633400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111129017399633400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111129017399633400' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111117044788123987</id><published>2005-03-18T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:27:27.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe one day i shall look back at my life and tell myself that everything was all for the best, that all the things i did were perfect pieces of a puzzle that finally put themselves together. maybe one day all will be faded memories, vestiges of a past that i seek to expunge from my mind.  and maybe i will be able to honestly say that my emotions are genuine, that i am not acting out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111117044788123987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111117044788123987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111117044788123987' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111116957366325537</id><published>2005-03-18T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T10:12:53.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mm JAPANESE RICE CRACKERS ARE DAMN DAMN GOOD. bloody hell theres one with sesame seeds its amazingly DELICIOUS shitshit i really cant stand it i dont care if i grow fat it was totally worth it.ah say hello to private brandon chew the armoured scout. maybe i didnt really do much in bmt or i wasnt outstanding enough, but well here i am...ill live with it i guess...just in case, if i die, melvin er </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111116957366325537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111116957366325537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111116957366325537' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-111034170239362717</id><published>2005-03-08T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:15:02.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm why is doodleboard not working.argh the army has managed to suck the ability to write out of me. my mind, like those of the idiots who plan my bmt schedule, is blank.nothing seems to excite me or drive me to feelings of immense emotion lately. results day came and went, pop flew past without much incident. [was that last sentence grammatically or even syntactically correct? oh shit my english</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111034170239362717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/111034170239362717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111034170239362717' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-110485374782204729</id><published>2005-01-04T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T07:49:07.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanted to spend one entire post scolding the army and insulting their incompetence and stupid ns stuff but then i think everyone knows about that already. and anyway im going to become one of those stupid incompetent idiots in two days. so. lets indulge in that useless thing called reflection, shall we?you cannot imagine how fast the past 2 years have passed for me.  from the moment i entered</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110485374782204729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110485374782204729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110485374782204729' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-110275900537112853</id><published>2004-12-11T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T10:17:15.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO EVERYONEill be going japan tomorrow, and wont be back until next week. so byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110275900537112853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110275900537112853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110275900537112853' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-110155085944752940</id><published>2004-11-27T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T02:21:25.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SOMEBODY SHOOT ME NOW</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110155085944752940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110155085944752940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110155085944752940' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-110128555802144380</id><published>2004-11-24T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:39:18.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Survey Time starting: 2.20pmDate: 24th november [the fondue in my fridge just expired. and its not mine some more]Birthday: 28th novemberColor of eyes: brownHair: black until next week eheheheheheHeight: 169cm i thinkShoe size: 9-10Who lives with you?: parents, brother, maid, fish, hamsters, dogs------------------RIGHT NOW------------------Wearing: red t and light brown bermsI'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110128555802144380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110128555802144380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110128555802144380' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-110127701645612136</id><published>2004-11-23T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:16:56.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>headache </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110127701645612136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110127701645612136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127701645612136' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-110113317895988473</id><published>2004-11-22T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:19:38.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah im very tireddoes the doodle-board colour scheme match? or is the pink abit too powerful...hmmmysteries of the universePASTAPASTA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110113317895988473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110113317895988473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antith3sis.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110113317895988473' title=''/><author><name>taika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18324977154148776688</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-5703777.post-110070391852437767</id><published>2004-11-17T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T07:05:18.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello i should be studying but im doing this. okay bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110070391852437767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5703777/posts/default/110070391852437767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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