<?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-5142722</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:54:55.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collective Dreamwish of Upper Class Elegance</title><subtitle type='html'>the god who forgot and the man who could not</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>704</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5142722.post-111941350590792291</id><published>2005-06-22T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:11:45.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't been blogging because i don't have a computer, much less an internet connection, at my new place. notice that the word "yet" does not appear at any point in the previous sentence. this naturally indicates that i do not foresee a future which contains internet access at the house. im tempted to shut down this blog; not so much due to the relative inconvenience of updating it, but mostly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111941350590792291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111941350590792291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111941350590792291' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111847546715882167</id><published>2005-06-11T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T15:37:47.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i would like to relate how the past week has been for me in a beautiful, flowing passage of mellifluous language which would make a professor of english literature happy, but this is so much easier and efficient:potato says:excited abt ur new home?tilly says:still more concerned with not dyingpotato says:u wanna die?tilly says:yest i couldnt speak at allpotato says:still sick?tilly says:got a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111847546715882167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111847546715882167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111847546715882167' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111797458156003501</id><published>2005-06-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T20:32:35.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after taking my medication in the early hours of this morning, i puked. thought i had taken too much of it but felt better afterwards. i then proceeded to sleep for the next twelve hours or so, till 5p.m. earlier today. here are the things i did after getting out of bed:1) putter around a little2) drink half a cup of water3) puke (again)after taking a short rest of about an hour on the couch, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111797458156003501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111797458156003501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111797458156003501' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111786822547593147</id><published>2005-06-04T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:57:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think most of us humans don't know enough about the earth, culturally, scientifically and geologically. when the aliens land one day who knows which one of us will have to act as tour guide? it won't reflect well on us if we don't even know the land area of our planet earth. if i were an alien i'd consider it extremely ignorant. rude, even.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111786822547593147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111786822547593147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111786822547593147' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111786689163532504</id><published>2005-06-04T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:34:51.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i find that as time goes on, i think less about theoretical philosophical issues. im not sure if this is because ive gone through a lot of thinking or that im simply becoming intellectually lazy and complacent. the former is unlikely because there's no such thing as "enough thought". which means im screwed. im becoming more normal, thinking less. die la. how? think this problem calls for more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111786689163532504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111786689163532504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111786689163532504' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111786672905525475</id><published>2005-06-04T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T14:32:09.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my body's been breaking down on me. a couple of days ago the lymph nodes on my neck became inflamed and i couldnt sleep for more than two hours straight before waking up feeling exhausted, dehydrated and hungry. being andrew, i naturally did some research on swelling of the lymph nodes and discovered that the most common cause was cancer. oh, joy. thankfully, cancer is characterised by gradual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111786672905525475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111786672905525475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111786672905525475' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111772367435131524</id><published>2005-06-02T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T22:47:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>esplanade once more. today, this band named seven performed. 'twas radio pop/rock-lite. poor, but they played "come together", so all is forgiven.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111772367435131524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111772367435131524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111772367435131524' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111770668724429374</id><published>2005-06-02T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T18:04:47.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I swear that you came in the form of rainThat had frozen somewhere along it's way through the evening skySo the trees got tired and laid on the groundI swear you marched in like big gusts of windOh, cutting through our clothesSuch an easy attempt to convince usThere is no reason we should be outsideWhen you speak, it's like fireThe sparks leap from your mouthAnd all your talk of such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111770668724429374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111770668724429374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111770668724429374' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111763576317034981</id><published>2005-06-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:22:43.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new millenium cyanide christTrue Norwegian Black Metal says:eh why you acting chinesena hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:i ah bengTrue Norwegian Black Metal says:poserTrue Norwegian Black Metal says:hahana hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:my pay not yet comena hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si aneh kuan eh. CHAO! says:then una hia, wa eh lui leh? da bai si </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111763576317034981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111763576317034981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111763576317034981' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111763347412098895</id><published>2005-06-01T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:48:27.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the other living beings in the room have been awakened by my gentle music. come on, man, i haven't even busted out reign in blood or prowler in the yard or chaosphere yet!listening to: tool - ticks &amp; leeches</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111763347412098895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111763347412098895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111763347412098895' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111763310398400085</id><published>2005-06-01T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:38:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my true loves - my music and guitar - have returned to me and i feel so, um, twee. been listening to pleasant stuff like one a.m. radio and magnetic fields with consideration to the presence of others in the room, but i am the only one awake now so tool currently owns the space.listening to: tool - the grudge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111763310398400085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111763310398400085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111763310398400085' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111757044705925328</id><published>2005-06-01T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T04:14:07.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cœur cœur cœur cœur cœur</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111757044705925328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111757044705925328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111757044705925328' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111756894991658290</id><published>2005-06-01T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T03:49:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to cut 'n' paste again. if i keep doing this it'll creep into my music and i'll be the next animal collective. muahaha.anyway, introducing...yuanna, drummer extraordinaire!jonas says:were u into meshuggah/perkins says:i was back thenperkins says:not a hardcore fan...bu a fren burned some songs for us to jam back thenperkins says:but its so darn hard to get the triplets on the bass drum </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111756894991658290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111756894991658290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111756894991658290' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111747008098689373</id><published>2005-05-31T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:21:20.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is how andrew's mind works:ailing says:hang onailing says:enlisted to kill spider for screeching female friendjonas says:should consider killing friend insteadjonas says:haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111747008098689373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111747008098689373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111747008098689373' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111744568185469361</id><published>2005-05-30T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:34:41.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i have a lot to learn from gennaro gattuso:"Until recently, I thought helping out was a question of giving money. But since then I've realised that for people who aren't doing so well, money is no replacement for a friendly hand on the shoulder, a little chat among friends or a dinner together," he adds. "For me, helping out is about being available to people. It's a commitment that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111744568185469361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111744568185469361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111744568185469361' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111738577499195544</id><published>2005-05-30T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T00:56:14.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this guy is like the fiction version of jandek:http://www.unlikelystories.org/old/archives/signifyingnothing.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111738577499195544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111738577499195544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111738577499195544' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111737954202774483</id><published>2005-05-29T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T23:20:49.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SERGIO SERGINHOthis guy is my current favourite player in the entire world. first he sent ac milan's first penalty against liverpool to jupiter, now he's equalised for milan with five minutes to go against udinese. cheers, sergio! see you at poptart. or something.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111737954202774483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111737954202774483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111737954202774483' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111737837875231812</id><published>2005-05-29T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T22:52:58.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>those of you who werent at the esplanade tonight really missed out on something special.first off, i know for sure that deny shouldve been there. he wouldve fallen in love with this lady, gina tan, who performed covers of oldies like "all i have to do is dream" and "yesterday". she's an ex-model to boot, and therefore certainly not lacking in the poise and looks department.there was also a brass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111737837875231812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111737837875231812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111737837875231812' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111729220921863588</id><published>2005-05-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:56:49.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you know me please answer this question (after careful thought, of course): am i childish?it's a question that has plagued me for quite awhile. answers can be communicated via direct speech, the telephone, messages via cellular phone, email or online chat services. thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111729220921863588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111729220921863588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111729220921863588' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111729137468832375</id><published>2005-05-28T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:42:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excellent story.http://unfortunate-events.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111729137468832375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111729137468832375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111729137468832375' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111712277883660866</id><published>2005-05-26T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:52:58.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my heart bleeds. haha.oh, susanne! says:hey i didnt tell u this, but ive got some probs so at the moment im staying with a friendyadin says:serious ahoh, susanne! says:so as far as writing is concerned it might take maybe a week or two for me to get my shit straightoh, susanne! says:ya, it sucksyadin says:if weekends you free can come over ahoh, susanne! says:u serious ahoh, susanne! says:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111712277883660866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111712277883660866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712277883660866' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111712212136988392</id><published>2005-05-26T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:42:01.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna be your Thurston MooreWrestle on the bedroom floorAlways leave me wanting moreThrow away those old recordsWe go downtownPut on our best frownsGive me a chanceI know I can dance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111712212136988392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111712212136988392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712212136988392' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111712093477080858</id><published>2005-05-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T23:22:14.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one of my greatest fears ever is that one day a psychistrist will reveal that all my doubts and negative thoughts about the world stem from my conflicts with my parents. imagine that. it's like you're the greatest sportsman in the world and doctors tell you it's just down to a mutated gene. all your training was pointless, you were always destined to be good.it's funny how people often say they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111712093477080858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111712093477080858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111712093477080858' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111710036344410004</id><published>2005-05-26T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:39:23.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>great. my ideal partner is a recluse. and, just like everyone else, ive stooped to this level. "find your ideal mate" crap. bah.About Your Personality TypeINTP generalInformation is you lifeblood. Without you to research it, analyze it, and store it, the world would be a much more ignorant place. You possess and uncanny ability to mold raw data into original and complex theories that explain how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111710036344410004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111710036344410004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111710036344410004' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111708904902296240</id><published>2005-05-26T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T14:30:49.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the most amazing thing about the victory wasn't the three goal comeback. it was the double save that jerzy dudek made in injury time. when shevchenko took the follow-up shot from like a metre out i was prepared for the end, but somehow dudek blocked it and it sailed over the crossbar.i think the player with the least recognition is jamie carragher. he saved liverpool many times in the final, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111708904902296240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111708904902296240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111708904902296240' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111704226816236299</id><published>2005-05-26T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:31:08.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.bizbag.com/Misc%20articles/Rap%20Lyrics%20Translated.htmcheck this shit out, NEEGAH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111704226816236299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111704226816236299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111704226816236299' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111703721800401996</id><published>2005-05-26T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:06:58.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know ive posted this before, but hell, i really love it.Summer 1988Never thought you'd graduatePlayin' with your guns all dayIf only they could see you nowAnd how you've learned to shoot so wellThey wouldnt talk that wayWayne you know it's trueThere's nothing you can doSo put those guns awayWho cares it's wrong or rightSo please give up the fightAnd put those guns awayAll of your freinds are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111703721800401996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111703721800401996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703721800401996' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111703546129873099</id><published>2005-05-25T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:37:41.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>raj finally replied to one of my messages yesterday. turns out he was always overseas or busy and forgot to do so. met up with him today and he's still the same ol' raj ive always known. im a happy boy now.listening to: weezer - undone (the sweater song) (kitchen tapes version)(the first part of this version is like some cool rap shit. and that's a whole lotta brackets for such a small space.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111703546129873099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111703546129873099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703546129873099' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111694969306518352</id><published>2005-05-24T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:48:33.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligencehttp://www.quizdiva.net/bt/linguistic.jpg"&gt;&gt;You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111694969306518352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111694969306518352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694969306518352' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111694907347968214</id><published>2005-05-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T23:37:59.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>behold the genius! muahaha.You Are Incredibly Logical(You got 88% of the questions right)Move over Spock - you're the new master of logicYou think rationally, clearly, and quickly.A seasoned problem solver, your mind is like a computer!How Logical Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111694907347968214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111694907347968214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694907347968214' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111690856447231620</id><published>2005-05-24T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:22:44.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i find it pretty damn amusing that the acronym for social anxiety disorder is SAD.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111690856447231620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111690856447231620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111690856447231620' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111688096073642867</id><published>2005-05-24T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T12:24:01.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's 4.33a.m and im not asleep. you know what that means? it's time to write a faux band-member bio, of course.ANDREW LIU (guitar, piano, synth/electronics, xylophone, windchimes, triangle)used to hate everyone. now just settles for claiming to hate everyone while secretly being in love with you. likes to sneakily namedrop math-metal bands but geeks out to artistes such as saturday looks good to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111688096073642867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111688096073642867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111688096073642867' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111687851538787441</id><published>2005-05-24T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T04:01:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT IS ROMANTICORE?Romanticore is the term we coined to describe the kind of music we make. Some elements include: staring at the ceiling; the Santa Ana winds; guiltyflashbacks; sedatives; stale cake for breakfast (and lunch); dancing alonein your bedroom to "Love Plus One"; minimalist posturing undercut by epicgestures; knowing your ex-girlfriend is happier now; sighing too loudlyand too often;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111687851538787441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111687851538787441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111687851538787441' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111683970128596745</id><published>2005-05-23T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T17:15:01.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yuhao just alerted me that my dear friend ken nishiyama is serving his national service in the police right now. oh, the dreadful irony.listening to: weezer - el scorcho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111683970128596745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111683970128596745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111683970128596745' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111676919603172339</id><published>2005-05-22T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:50:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i should get a video cam/webcam and record how i act when i listen to music i love, especially weezer's blue album, which is what im listening to now. oops, forget i said that. i meant miles davis' kind of blue. i'll be the next william hung, and lose all my friends at the same time. just kidding. i have no friends.but seriously, im ashamed.listening to: weezer - only in dreams(raise yr skinny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676919603172339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676919603172339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111676919603172339' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111676398218906114</id><published>2005-05-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:13:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"singapore's so small. there's no market. there's no talent."last time i checked, we had a population of 4 million.listening to: pas/cal - summer is almost here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676398218906114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676398218906114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111676398218906114' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111676301474108687</id><published>2005-05-22T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:15:01.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why do dogs wag their tails to express their fondness/joy? it's like they're greeting one with their posterior, which doesn't strike me as being a particularly nice thing to do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676301474108687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676301474108687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111676301474108687' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111676233591355676</id><published>2005-05-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T19:50:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this morning, before going to sleep, i caught the tail end of this movie, a mighty wind, on hbo. pradeep thought it was a big, lame joke, but all i remember is watching mitch and mickey's performance of "a kiss at the end of the rainbow". never mind that the lyrics were smarmy 60s fluff. it was pure and heartfelt (i think). on top of that, the melodies and harmonies were so rich and beautiful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676233591355676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111676233591355676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111676233591355676' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111675848939096103</id><published>2005-05-22T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:41:58.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>even though everyone has been here before even though there's a souvenir shop even though the tracks are concreted and even though there is taped commentary/to your left you will see to your right is and if you use a little imagination you could thank you please move along to the next commentary point/in my dream this hill was lonely and grassgreen there were maybe three trees on the top with me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111675848939096103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111675848939096103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111675848939096103' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111675822915286021</id><published>2005-05-22T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:44:37.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only a nightmarewhat's the idea? this is the idea: you get into your car that you bought this year on some huge mortgage scheme and will have to replace in another year or so after you've killed a few birds mammals and maybe a child or two and drive to the supermarket past all the dead shops that have been put out of business by the supermarket and park on a huge expanse of concrete that has been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111675822915286021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111675822915286021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111675822915286021' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111675772017398006</id><published>2005-05-22T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T18:28:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>staying over at pradeep's house yesterday night, one of the topics that came up was how pradeep and anuar would really like to have a fuck buddy. real funny, that.listening to: the arcade fire - neighborhood #4 (7 kettles)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111675772017398006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111675772017398006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111675772017398006' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111651002155851450</id><published>2005-05-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:40:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im getting worried about how scrawny im becoming. think ive lost some weight in the past week. NOT A GOOD THING.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111651002155851450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111651002155851450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111651002155851450' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111650990153018053</id><published>2005-05-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:38:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guitar magazines, and most music magazines in general, often carry at least one feature on nirvana every year. that makes poor economic sense, since reading an article on nirvana brings about the effect of negating all the other articles elsewhere. after reading one such article today, i was filled with the manic energy of territorial pissings and tourette's, i think that's the nirvana i like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111650990153018053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111650990153018053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111650990153018053' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111640332356129222</id><published>2005-05-18T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T16:02:04.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>those of you who know me will recall how i used to rave about this girl, elyse, who was on the first season of america's next top model. she was this uber-scrawny, articulate, intelligent lady who was (is?) dating the keyboardist from the shins. wtf right? i remember deny once remarking that i basically like boys. i think he might just be right:all images copyright elyse sewell, of course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111640332356129222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111640332356129222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111640332356129222' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111640070743798784</id><published>2005-05-18T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:20:14.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've always wanted to be a cutie pie. now my life is complete.You Are A Romantic RealistYou are more romantic than 40% of the population.You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...But you'd never admit it to your friends!Are You Romantic or Realistic?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111640070743798784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111640070743798784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111640070743798784' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111634736337266866</id><published>2005-05-18T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:29:23.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watching english preimier league highlights now. west brom's fans flooded the pitch after their team survived the relegation battle. only two words encapsulate the situation: jubilation and exuberance. it makes me smile to see the scenes of celebrations. can relate cos i used to be quite active in sports, and also simply because im a human being. these moments don't come very often in life. life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634736337266866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634736337266866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634736337266866' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111634484708409116</id><published>2005-05-17T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:49:58.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it just occurred to me that im seemingly on my way to becoming:1) a new-age hippie2) tony robbins or,3) buddhaoh, the horror. *chuckles* now where's my bodhi tree?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634484708409116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634484708409116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634484708409116' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111634421975087627</id><published>2005-05-17T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T23:36:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://kesdjan.com/exercises/sin.htmlnow you understand.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634421975087627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634421975087627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634421975087627' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111634131757721817</id><published>2005-05-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T22:48:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are people who look forward to the first day of summer, those who dream of their wedding day, and those who happily prepare for the birth of their first child. then, there are those who anxiously wait with bated breath for a new album from radiohead. for this special (and neurotic, with yours truly included) breed of people, the time for rejoicing is nearing. according to greenplastic.com, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634131757721817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111634131757721817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634131757721817' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111633789633060427</id><published>2005-05-17T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:51:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got myself a converge you fail me t-shirt today, but my guitar's at the former house right now so i can't put on the t-shirt and imitate kurt ballou. life sucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111633789633060427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111633789633060427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111633789633060427' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111631562054640055</id><published>2005-05-17T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:40:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had chips for dinner last night. right now im having chips for lunch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111631562054640055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111631562054640055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111631562054640055' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111625196394360873</id><published>2005-05-16T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:59:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://users.rcn.com/rick.interport//lies/lies.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111625196394360873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111625196394360873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111625196394360873' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111624630995563191</id><published>2005-05-16T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T20:25:09.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive come to understand myself better. there won't be anymore lame, self-pitying spells. if i appear to be distant it is no longer because of internal spiralling and cocooning. it will simply be down to a logical decision to withdraw. as for those of you who are afflicted with the problem i had up to recently, i hope you all wake up from that drugged sleep, even though the dreams that it provides </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111624630995563191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111624630995563191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111624630995563191' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111616740098116374</id><published>2005-05-15T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:31:40.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i assume our friend rainer hasnt quite come to terms with his excitement yet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111616740098116374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111616740098116374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111616740098116374' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111616729395067444</id><published>2005-05-15T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T22:28:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here is my favourite blog ever:http://rrf.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111616729395067444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111616729395067444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111616729395067444' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111599440076046464</id><published>2005-05-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:26:40.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i like to eat girls' panties. it gives me a tremendous sense of self-fulfilment. when im really feeling happy, like now, i speak to snoopy. he says hello. he says he hopes you die. back to the panties!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111599440076046464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111599440076046464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111599440076046464' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111599378769766908</id><published>2005-05-13T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T22:29:28.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel good. life is great. enjoy the wonders of life. tomorrow won't be a better day, because it can't get any better than this. im happy. im happy, im happy. did i mention life is great? yay.p.s. YAY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111599378769766908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111599378769766908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111599378769766908' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111586979721676731</id><published>2005-05-12T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:49:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I Spent My Summer Vacationby Rivers Cuomo.I don't remember. Buy the album.The End.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111586979721676731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111586979721676731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111586979721676731' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111586932880899979</id><published>2005-05-12T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:42:08.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Q: Are you a romantic today?A: I think I'm naturally a romantic, but that's so out of fashion right now that I'm kind of confused.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111586932880899979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111586932880899979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111586932880899979' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111581814122596172</id><published>2005-05-11T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:29:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im not sure how to react to this:sexual inequality amongst drug dealersi mean, so what now? encourage more women to enter the drug dealing industry?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111581814122596172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111581814122596172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581814122596172' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111581758236566444</id><published>2005-05-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:41:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it seems that im the future of mankind. muahaha. i remember that back in acjc there was this girl whom i had a passing interest in, andrea lau. besides the peculiar fact that our names were only different by two letters, she also scored full marks (1600) in the SATs. i mean, we should be together and make clever babies. hahaha. then the world would be saved. bleh."Scientific: IQ mean 130-150: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111581758236566444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111581758236566444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581758236566444' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111578611679157898</id><published>2005-05-11T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:35:16.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday, as deny, anaiz, farrah (spelling?) and i were walking towards liat towers, i spotted a girl seated on one of the benches outside wheelock place. she looked like an interesting girl. no point describing her cos it won't come out right anyway.um.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111578611679157898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111578611679157898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111578611679157898' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111578563834016692</id><published>2005-05-11T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:27:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to good manners and elegance.In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111578563834016692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111578563834016692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111578563834016692' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111574497619901218</id><published>2005-05-11T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T01:09:36.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.coachella.com/artists/badly drowned boy says:those US cunts dunno how lucky they arebadly drowned boy = andrew the bitter/jealous boy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111574497619901218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111574497619901218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111574497619901218' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111574390038615218</id><published>2005-05-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:51:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just realised that my last three posts are all about rivers cuomo. the three prior to that are all related to music. and the three before those are all musings/confessions. im not sure what this one is about, though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111574390038615218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111574390038615218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111574390038615218' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111574367103754547</id><published>2005-05-11T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T00:47:51.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Rivers was named #43 on Elle Girl's 50 Hottest Guys list. 'He's the enigmatic singer of Weezer. Even though he looks cute and harmless, we suspect there's a lot of weird stuff going on in that little genius head of his...which is -oddly enough- hot.'"i think that make believe has it's weak moments, and can't compare to their first two albums, but this is just ridiculous. i mean, the new album </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111574367103754547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111574367103754547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111574367103754547' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111569386328320462</id><published>2005-05-10T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:06:12.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is now 10.50am. just eight hours ago, deny and i were stuck in The Dreaded Office, trying repeatedly to render his final edit for a corporate video. but that was just a distraction from our very own launch party for weezer's make believe (courtesy of myspace.com/weezer). there were a couple of songs that struck me as being maladroit-esque, but other than those, the rest reflected a matured and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111569386328320462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111569386328320462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111569386328320462' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111561360877053728</id><published>2005-05-09T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:42:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>since weezer's make believe will be officially released tomorrow, here's something for you geeks to look upon in mirth:rivers cuomo's (obviously fictional) personal ad"SWM, 26, looks just like Buddy Holly. Ivy League-educated rock star with fondness for tattered sweaters. Likes Kiss, but tired of sex. Shy, introspective, obsessive. A pig, a dog. Sometimes bearded hermit. Other times wants </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111561360877053728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111561360877053728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111561360877053728' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111560984115547258</id><published>2005-05-09T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:38:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Rock Star Family by MikkiMumBjorkDadMichael Hutchence (INXS)SisterShirley Manson (Garbage)BrotherDaniel Johns (silverchair)BoyfriendBilly (Good Charlotte)GirlfriendSarah Mcleod (Superjesus)Best friendJohn (RHCP)YouQuiz created with MemeGen!got this from hizuan's livejournal.so, in my case, i have a crush on my mum and my sister, my dad killed himself through auto-erotic asphyxiation, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111560984115547258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111560984115547258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111560984115547258' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111560813567119775</id><published>2005-05-09T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T12:46:40.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are many blogs nowadays with embedded music/music players. let me tell all of you something: nobody wants to share your poor taste in music. if i wanted to listen to what you're listening to i would ask you. meanwhile, i have music on my computer, a player to play it back with, an output jack which i plug my earphones into, and all this ultimately leads to soundwaves entering my ear canal. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111560813567119775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111560813567119775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111560813567119775' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111556830767476377</id><published>2005-05-09T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T00:05:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This song will need you when youre oldThis song will heat you when youre coldBelieve you when I don'tThis song will heal you from your soulThis song will help you find a place to liveAnd teach you not to take but giveThis song will help you in your dying hoursThis song will send your lover flowersBlessed by the song and the gifts that it bringsBeautiful song, it has wings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111556830767476377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111556830767476377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556830767476377' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111556697603553045</id><published>2005-05-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:42:56.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let me say this outright: i miss vincent tjota.for the past month or so, ive been trying to contact him with little success. un-replied messages, voicemail... when i got through to him last week, he hastily told me that he was busy and would call me back "another time". i think you should know that the subsequent wait has stretched till now.i asked him yesterday if he wanted to hang out today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111556697603553045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111556697603553045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556697603553045' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111556661232004197</id><published>2005-05-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T23:36:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you fear the future? i do.im not sure how many of you know about this, but a collaboration between singaporean and british scientists has borne fruit to plastics which can perform the same functions as our ubiquitious silicon transistor chips. this might sound foreign and a mere novelty, but the implications are grave (or near-miraculous, depending on your degree of technophobia).to just give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111556661232004197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111556661232004197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111556661232004197' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111553642556561703</id><published>2005-05-08T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T15:13:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wonder if the people who read this realise that, for all my whining and self-pitying, all im trying to do is get laid. hahahaahahaha. yes, that is my aim in life. rarrr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111553642556561703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111553642556561703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111553642556561703' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111543854916536198</id><published>2005-05-07T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:02:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>summer is creeping around slowly, which means that a new semester of school is about to start. i am going back full-time after two years. hopefully, everything will work out fine and i will not have to go to beauty school after all. no one takes me seriously when i tell them that i am highly considering it if my academic career is completely unsuccessful. i am giving myself one last chance at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543854916536198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543854916536198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543854916536198' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111543824606250431</id><published>2005-05-07T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:57:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all you second-rate photographers, check this shit out. and weep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543824606250431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543824606250431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543824606250431' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111543697037402971</id><published>2005-05-07T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:36:10.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when those tears have dried and the weeping has ended, you can look back and laugh.listening to: neutral milk hotel - in the aeroplane over the sea(i remember the first time i heard this song it felt like heaven. like being in heaven. where everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. and there was an absent god, but it didnt matter.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543697037402971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543697037402971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543697037402971' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111543588245238620</id><published>2005-05-07T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T11:18:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>want to feel an aching in the very depths of your soul? then read this.listening to: neutral milk hotel - little birds</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543588245238620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111543588245238620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543588245238620' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111538873817999853</id><published>2005-05-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T22:12:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i constantly feel like im getting really old and im running out of time. not sure why. hope i dont die young.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111538873817999853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111538873817999853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538873817999853' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111537131670542866</id><published>2005-05-06T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T17:21:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My dream girl don't existAt the age of 5 she slit her wristShe didn't know that I'd be hanging aroundSo her parents buried her in the groundAnd this day I can still hear the soundOf a life in outer spaceMy dream girl don't existJust you and I and this TVAnd this illness seems to feel so strangeLike a henchman that's about to hangThe moon up like a ball and chainAnd set its sands ablazeAnd the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111537131670542866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111537131670542866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111537131670542866' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111530683404868905</id><published>2005-05-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:27:14.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my lies are always wishes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111530683404868905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111530683404868905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530683404868905' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111530584857748037</id><published>2005-05-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:10:48.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>attempting to articulate feelings through direct description strikes me as being an excercise in futility. encapsulating something as complex as human emotion in a limited amount of words is an impossible task, especially with a basic vocabulary. using convoluted language will draw away from the original idea and alienate a large part of the audience. "so what's the solution?", you cry. i suppose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111530584857748037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111530584857748037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111530584857748037' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111526321483767282</id><published>2005-05-05T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:20:14.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acid is available in san diego now. just five U.S. dollars a tab. bum.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111526321483767282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111526321483767282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111526321483767282' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111526264854910576</id><published>2005-05-05T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:10:48.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well it's wednesday night and i have no homework and ryan is working, so naturally i'm bored and eating crepes.listening to: shellac - song of the minerals</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111526264854910576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111526264854910576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111526264854910576' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111519308019785929</id><published>2005-05-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:51:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what made me really happy at poptart? seeing the "us against sweatshops" banner hanging in front of the dj area.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111519308019785929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111519308019785929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111519308019785929' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111519276862181568</id><published>2005-05-04T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:46:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she does most of the talking, he does most of the silence.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111519276862181568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111519276862181568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111519276862181568' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111519264487330844</id><published>2005-05-04T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:44:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here's a mishmash of stuff said about, or by, robert crumb. i put this here simply because it is easier to let others do the talking.He became more and more miserable as he went through his teens. He felt displaced; as if he didn't belong anywhere. By the time he was 19 he was contemplating suicide: "I had no prospects, I had no idea how I was going to get through my life. I was very serious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111519264487330844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111519264487330844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111519264487330844' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111512827203215593</id><published>2005-05-03T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:51:35.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uh oh.Your English Skills:Grammar: 100%Punctuation: 80%Spelling: 60%Vocabulary: 40%Does Your English Cut the Mustard?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111512827203215593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111512827203215593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111512827203215593' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111512797228249775</id><published>2005-05-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T21:46:12.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are the Investigator5You're independent - and a logical analytical thinker.You love learning and ideas... and know things no one else does.Bored by small talk, you refuse to participate in boring conversations.You are open minded. A visionary. You understand the world and may change it.What number are you?  listening to: mando diao - you cant steal my love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111512797228249775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111512797228249775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111512797228249775' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111493717328634756</id><published>2005-05-01T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:48:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jacob bannon, another one of my long-lost brothers, had this to say:Lyrically/Thematically: After "Jane..." was recorded and released, I thought I was going to feel the emotional burden I was carrying lift from my shoulders. I had all the puzzle pieces there in front of me. Outlets bring closure, or at least that's what I thought. With that, I put myself out on the line looking for an emotional </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111493717328634756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111493717328634756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111493717328634756' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111483315759771858</id><published>2005-04-30T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:52:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our beleaguered "generation" may attempt to protect ourselves from emotional harm (and our grim inheritance) by stockpiling absurdities, but we will still go prostrate during a moment of disarming simplicity, pathetic mortality, or genuine romance. after all, what can we be but merely human?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111483315759771858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111483315759771858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111483315759771858' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111483071787121489</id><published>2005-04-30T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:11:57.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when yankee hotel foxtrot was released a few years back, i never bothered to listen to it despite all the rave reviews, from pitchforkmedia to rolling stone to our very own life! newspaper. today i decided to be a pirate and download it. now ive condemned myself to having to add to my cd rack. and this is when everybody's raving about a ghost is born. bleh.i need a camera to my eyeto my eye, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111483071787121489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111483071787121489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111483071787121489' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111478317264036653</id><published>2005-04-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:01:05.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing feels good. except for not feeling good.listening to: weezer - only in dreams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111478317264036653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111478317264036653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478317264036653' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111478298328354077</id><published>2005-04-29T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:56:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember that, quite a long time ago, i posted an entry that was supposedly a guide to being popular. well, it seems nada surf have thought about it before:Three important rules for breaking upDon't put off breaking up when you know you want toProlonging the situation only makes it worseTell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmlyDon't make a big productionDon't make up an elaborate storyThis </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111478298328354077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111478298328354077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478298328354077' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111478165522377375</id><published>2005-04-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:36:38.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is chng siang piao dominic's 24th birthday, even though he may be unsure of his exact age. dominic is an egotistical misanthrope, and he's also my friend. apart from the happy birthday song we're all familiar with, i couldnt think of any other songs i knew about birthdays other than this one, "ryan's song" by the franchise (these people are completely wild rock stars):(just imagine it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111478165522377375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111478165522377375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111478165522377375' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111476610453840254</id><published>2005-04-29T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:15:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"he hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife."-douglas adams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111476610453840254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111476610453840254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111476610453840254' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111466486595928417</id><published>2005-04-28T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T13:12:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if only all my posts were this interesting:Today was really awful.I got out of bed really early because I had terrible stomach cramps.I feel a bit strange because we've just moved to Idaho and there's a weird smell in the house.I'm so sad. My kitten got run over this afternoon. I found him when I was coming home from school. His head was all squished. I took some photos. I'll miss him. Poor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111466486595928417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111466486595928417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111466486595928417' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111466159153089492</id><published>2005-04-28T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:13:11.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in search of 1988every time i start to rememberi remember i don't want to rememberwarp me back at 88 if only for one dayturn on mario and luigisit me down put my hands on the ouijaand when it spells out roisin's name i'll swear it wasn't me1988 take me back to 1987im in search of dayswhen times were good and earth a place in heavennow that i jump as high as luigilet's sit down put our hands on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111466159153089492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111466159153089492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111466159153089492' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111461234738850893</id><published>2005-04-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:32:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ive always been chasing rainbowsstaring out of classroom windowsi dont think i'll ever be happyunless im unhappy and hugging my grudgeive always been quietly dreamingi dont know when ive been beateni dont think i'll ever be happyunless im unhappy and hugging my grudge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111461234738850893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111461234738850893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111461234738850893' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5142722.post-111461199337882105</id><published>2005-04-27T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:26:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>staring up into the solar systemall the stars are fixed up in the skyi just want to sparkle for a momentbefore i fizzle out and dielistening to: the boy least likely to: hugging my grudge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111461199337882105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5142722/posts/default/111461199337882105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diving-into-oblivion.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111461199337882105' title=''/><author><name>andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04667324869242538626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
