<?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-30816351</id><updated>2011-10-27T13:21:06.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Division of the mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-5736734340913456314</id><published>2007-08-29T02:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T02:09:33.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.finetune.com/player/FineTuneShell.swf?pinst=1BCD0FDF0E064E1AA5F49BE704C93473" quality="high" flashVars="pinst=1BCD0FDF0E064E1AA5F49BE704C93473" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="215" height="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-5736734340913456314?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/5736734340913456314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=5736734340913456314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/5736734340913456314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/5736734340913456314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-1561460012649936606</id><published>2007-06-21T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:10:48.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've decided to do this, I saw this post on Tala's blog a looong time ago and I found it very interesting. Thanks tots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how it works:&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;2. Put it on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't lie and try to pretend you're cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits:&lt;br /&gt;Louis Armstrong - What a Wonderful World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutest song, but I think it fits more at the end credits. Oh well, I guess it's fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews Band - Crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried that some Godsmack song would come on. That definitely would NOT be me unless someone woke me up and I was pissed as hell. I like this. "Sweet you rock, and sweet you roll" Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School:&lt;br /&gt;Criss Angel - Procreation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't work at all!!! Unless I came in all dressed up goth like when I was a weenie kid. The angry reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love:&lt;br /&gt;Sneaker Pimps - Spin Spin Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more of a lust song. Nope...doesn't work for me, but funny nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song:&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz - Geek in the Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY!!! I'd lose the fight for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up:&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie - Marching Bands of Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your love is gonna drown"&lt;br /&gt;Cute and sad song. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom:&lt;br /&gt;Puff Daddy - Come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha funny stuff. Doesn't fit at all. I usually associate proms with pop, rock, slow songs etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Close your eyes, come with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Good:&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Confessional - So Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too mellow for me. If I thought life was good, I'd be all over the place hyper-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;Babyface - Everytime I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a mental breakdown when I downloaded this song. Although it reminds me of Grade 7 "parties" where shy boys and shy girls co-mingle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving:&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn Hill - I used to love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool driving song. Yep. I'd listen to this. Although this would have worked as a breakup song as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;Interpol - Take you on a cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the scavenger in the sheets of union". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together:&lt;br /&gt;Scars of Life - Bullet with your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA this is more like me pretending that I wanted to get back with someone when in reality I was waiting with a knife/gun behind my back for my "lover's" return . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only have just one bullet with your NAAAAAAAAMMMMEEEEEEE (screams like there's no tomorrow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;Gnarls Barkley - Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a song I would like to be played on my wedding. Maybe at the reception but not when walking down the isle. I'd be second guessing myself all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying the Dues:&lt;br /&gt;Gary Jules - Mad World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All around me are familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;Worn out places, worn out faces &lt;br /&gt;Bright and early for their daily races&lt;br /&gt;Going nowhere, going nowhere"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Night Before The War:&lt;br /&gt;Josh Groban - Ave Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it fits...I'd be kneeling down in prayer scared shitless. I wanted a more intense song though, this is more like an after battle death song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle:&lt;br /&gt;Nine Inch Nails - Terrible Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's nothing left for me to hide. &lt;br /&gt;I lost my ignorance, security and pride. &lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone in a world you must despise. &lt;br /&gt;I believed your promises, your promises and lies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...sorta fits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of Triumph:&lt;br /&gt;HIM - The funeral of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too intense and deep to be a moment of triumph. &lt;br /&gt;This isn't working at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene:&lt;br /&gt;Incubus - Anna Molly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. In no way should this song be associated with death!!!! Unless you're watching the video clip of it of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song:&lt;br /&gt;Eva Cassidy - Somewhere over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;br /&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;br /&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find me there somewhere over the rainbow way up high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits:&lt;br /&gt;311 - Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ending song. Yet, thanks to Sara's tidbit, I am not enjoying this song as much as I used to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my movie soundtrack! You can buy this on CD format starting July 14th in stores worldwide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-1561460012649936606?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/1561460012649936606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=1561460012649936606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/1561460012649936606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/1561460012649936606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-ive-decided-to-do-this-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-7649499634656374970</id><published>2007-06-21T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:57:46.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone from the East to the West,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back once again after a long period of absence. I feel like it's been an eternity. How can one live without blogging? I have no idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm flying a jetplane right now...duct cleaning at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update later on today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-7649499634656374970?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/7649499634656374970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=7649499634656374970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/7649499634656374970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/7649499634656374970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-everyone-from-east-to-west-im.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-115984834675790398</id><published>2006-10-02T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T00:05:47.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Amber is the colour of your energy. Shades of gold displayed naturally"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song. Reminds me of grade 12 for some reason. Good old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today was insane. So many deadlines! Multitasking was the appropriate word today. First thing in the morning a certain task would be the most important, then a few minutes after you are asked to abandon the first task and pursue the second. A quarter of the way through the second task, you are asked to abandon the second and start the third, and before you even touch the third task, you're asked to go back to the first. This was my day today. Jumping around from one place to another. I need more than two hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home after that, relaxed, and then decided to get my hands dirty by thinking of ways to come up with ideas for my 1-paged paper. It's not easy at all! I wish it was 3-4 pages. That's not too short and not too long. Anyway, I spontaneously was asked to go grocery shopping for some important - can't live without- items. They were precisely the following: 1) A bag of onions 2) Tomatoes 3) Garlic 4) Yogurt 5) Broccoli. Interesting combination of items. However, as I scoured around the grocery store, I found 3/5 items. At least I passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sara, I have that profile picture of Davey (not the blue pants one, the other with pink cracked nailpolish). The crows feet are definately something...hence, sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting here in my room minding my own business, when I decide to open the window to get some fresh air. I think a skunk died outside or something because it really stinks. Time to freshen my room with scented candles. Damned skunks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk. Do you wanna talk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-115984834675790398?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/115984834675790398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=115984834675790398' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115984834675790398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115984834675790398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2006/10/amber-is-colour-of-your-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-115975355866556996</id><published>2006-10-02T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T21:47:22.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So now I am a little tipsy. Probably not a good time to write a blog. Might slip up and say something I shouldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've got a few replies stating that some people have pictures of Davey Havok that are hotter than the one I put up. I challenge those people to find the hottest picture of Davey and post it on their replies or something, or on their blogs so the comparing can begin. I will post a picture of Davey that I think is the hottest around...although I think there's more than one. I'll limit it to one though. Actually two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2783/3312/1600/crow%27s%20feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2783/3312/320/crow%27s%20feet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2783/3312/1600/Davey%20cold.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2783/3312/320/Davey%20cold.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge why don't you? Comments y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a draft of my paper for Psych 309. It's a pretty cool course. It's all about research. The professor is great. I've heard loads of rumours that he's tough and all, especially when it comes to criticizing your paper. Observe:&lt;br /&gt;Prof: "Is English your first language?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Yes it is"&lt;br /&gt;Prof: "It doesn't seem like it from this paper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that's rough. He'll be analyzing my paper this week. I don't mind though. Whatever he says I'll take as constructive criticism. It's all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to this place called Turtle Jack's tonight with my friend Dave. Good food and good company. The server was a little weird though...a little creepy actually. Whenever he'd finish serving us he'd stare at me from behind tables and be all freaky-like. It wasn't the greatest experience when it came to being served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Black Black Heart by David Usher. If you go to myspace.com and check him out, there's this version of the song that I really love, but can't find anywhere. If anyone knows what I'm talking about let me know a good source for that song. I can't find that version anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black black heart. Why would you offer more? Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy? I'm on fire"...what a song folks...what a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so good. Everything going well. Done for the night. Stuffed with chicken fagita...yes girlies...it's not chicken fingers this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nighty night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-115975355866556996?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/115975355866556996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=115975355866556996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115975355866556996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115975355866556996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-now-i-am-little-tipsy.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-115966974174906656</id><published>2006-09-30T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:45:46.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I fixed the date/time issue I had with my previous blog. Strangely enough it stated that it was posted sometime in August, when it in fact was posted just yesterday. If my mind is synchronized to our world today, and not some other dimension, then we are in fact in September. What the hell just happened over there? Goodness knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As planned, I finished reading three research articles today. All dealt with the effects of culture on narrative. It was a pain getting through them. At times I felt like I was drifting off into never never land, where one can fly, fight captain hook, play with mermaids (not dirty play-like incidents...but whatever makes one happy), and hang with the lost boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie lately. Good sounds, good style. So far so good. Good is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a promise to myself today. I will NOT miss the episode of House this week. I can't believe I haven't watched it since the third season started (that just reminded me of AFI for some reason. Ahh what a band.). Speaking of AFI (or should I say typing), since I've received a wonderful e-mail from a wonderful friend of mine (Sara yes that's you), I've realized that Davey Havok's hotness has no bounds. If a parent can fall in love with a boy that wears makeup, then there are no doubts at all to his hotness. The makeup just adds to the mysterious look. I think what makes Davey look so appealing is this sense of mystery about him, as well as the fact that no one can ever have him...ever. What are the odds of him showing up at my front door? -1 to be correlationally correct. Well someone out there will have him, or has...and I'm sure it was quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2783/3312/320/smiley%20davey.0.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smiley Davey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights are getting longer and colder. Right now my fingers are freezing, making it quite hard to type. Tea can remedy this situation. Must remind myself to make myself some "cream earl grey" tea. I'm not a big fan of earl grey, however it's the only tea present in this house. Note to self: go buy more tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a driving test on October 11th. Finally, I will be crossing the G2 line and chill out with the Gs. I started practicing on the highway. It's getting better, but I hate merging...especially when there's a huge-ass truck flying at 5000 km/hr and you're trying to get into its lane. My instructor's pretty cool. However, it doesn't help me when he's making me laugh while I'm on the highway trying to make a lane change. Is he trying to kill me? Probably. Probably not because he'll end up killing himself, unless he has superpowers that I have no clue about. Watch us get into an accident and while I'm in the car, bleeding and being beaten around while the car does 10 rolly things when he emerges from the car (while it's still rolling), gleaming like the sun, unscathed, and flies off into the air with his arms and legs bending/stretching like elastic bands. I'm sure that's what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop. More tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-115966974174906656?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/115966974174906656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=115966974174906656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115966974174906656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115966974174906656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-fixed-datetime-issue-i-had-with.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-115638741817751302</id><published>2006-09-30T00:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:29:51.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I sit in front of my computer right now, I'm in the midst of wrenching out this minty fresh floss from between my teeth, while a cat seems to be screaming bloody murder right outside my window. Freaking cats....they're cute, but not when they present their musical talents to sleepy-eyed individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So life seems to be a like a whirlpool right now. There are so many things going on that can't be controlled, and I seem to be on my feet in a neverending rush to get to places I need to go. It's like you're having an adrenaline rush that lasts for 16 hours, and when you finally get a chance to stop and relax, it's actually bedtime. It's funny how a few years ago going to bed would be at approximately 3:30 in the morning, while now 11 - 11:30 pm is the latest I can stay awake. I'm getting old man. The college days are indeed coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of surprises this week. People I haven't heard from or seen in ages I've actually heard from and seen. It's been a week that can basically be described as "Where the hell did you come from?" kinda week, if that made any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going to some kind of concert. I miss the concert feeling, where the music flows through you even after the concert is over, and you dream about the hopefully amazing night and how great the band was. Also, the after concert discussions about what the band looked like, what band member was the sexiest, which band member looked at you, shook hands with, made out with, dreamt of making out with, hung out with, so on and so forth. Apparently David Usher had a free concert in Toronto, and I missed it. I wonder how he is live. His songs are pretty alright. One has to be in the right mood for them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the one hiding under your stairs. Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair!" Nightmare before christmas songs stuck in my head today. I was sitting in class working on my project on a computer and that song just kept on repeating itself in my head. Probably didn't help that someone was humming it behind me, that got me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-115638741817751302?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/115638741817751302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=115638741817751302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115638741817751302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115638741817751302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-i-sit-in-front-of-my-computer-right.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-115241752135048490</id><published>2006-07-08T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:58:41.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite an action packed day. Spent the whole day preparing this wonderful feast for neighbours coming over, spent the entire morning scouring for a place that sells ground lamb meat for kababs (which was not fruitful at all considering the many places I've scoped out...not quite a varied selection of goods in this place), and ate dinner with my wonderful neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now stuffed with this wonderful custard pie that I made with strawberries and blueberries. I found the recipe in my mom's old book where she wrote down all her favorite recipes. I always wanted to know how she made that tart. I just found out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost finished reading "The World According to Garp". It's been a pretty interesting read so far. John Irving has a unique writing style. I've read his other book "A Prayer for Owen Meany". I actually think TWATG is going to be non-redemptive. We'll see if my prediction is correct.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-115241752135048490?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/115241752135048490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=115241752135048490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115241752135048490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115241752135048490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-quite-action-packed-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30816351.post-115233122523999123</id><published>2006-07-07T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:00:25.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, this is my first blog (quite obvious from the title).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how I seem to do most of my thinking at night. I don't think I would ever be able to write during the daytime, especially when the whole world seems to me like an ant farm...except these ants can make noise (loud ones too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently begun to admire a band called AFI. My Incubus infatuation has gone out the window. They've got a style of their own these people. I crave them as often as I crave baskin robbin's world class chocolate ice cream...(*slurp*...can never get enough) BUT unlike listening to AFI, I usually limit my intake of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are strange creatures. People can completely surprise the hell outta me. Some people who you think are close friends turn out to be complete bullshitters, and strangers can be your best friends. Why on earth am I interested in psychology? Simple...to try and discover what makes humans tick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Dubai...sweaty, humid, hot dubai. Quite good weather for the beach. Note to self: Must go swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closing...time to sink into a warm bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30816351-115233122523999123?l=trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/feeds/115233122523999123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30816351&amp;postID=115233122523999123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115233122523999123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30816351/posts/default/115233122523999123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trebleclefbassclef.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-this-is-my-first-blog-quite-obvious.html' title=''/><author><name>dindin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10807783490651778509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
