<?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-5898417859953059775</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:12:29.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artificial Stupidity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-280606964860616570</id><published>2008-09-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:38:05.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September blues..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I've been quite the hermit this month, and my most humble apologies goes out to all my friends who wondered what on earth happened to me when I didn't answer calls, return calls, texts and others. I could go into the details but lets just say it wasn't the best month of the year for me and "this and that" happened. Wanted that little bit of seclusion and solitude to deal with the issues at hand and I'm glad to say I'm alright now. At times like this I'm really convinced I could be the last person alive on earth and I'd be happy x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-280606964860616570?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/280606964860616570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=280606964860616570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/280606964860616570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/280606964860616570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-blues.html' title='September blues..'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-8190377271870738185</id><published>2008-08-23T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T05:03:07.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty break-up letter. Dedicated to all the sluts out there. You know who you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I feel like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I am truly truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the people in the whole entire world, you were honestly the last person that I would ever want to wrong in any way. There is no excuse at all or anything that happened, so I won’t even try other than to say all of us had WAY too much to drink, and I did a stupid thing. I can handle you being pissed at me, I absolutely deserve it, I can even handle the ugly words that were exchanged between us, what I can’t handle is thinking that you see me as a different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is weird, I feel like I just went through a horrible break up or something. The world looked funny yesterday, I couldn’t crack a smile if you paid me, there are songs I can’t listen to, and I just feel beyond crushed. I don’t know if you meant everything you said to me, and I am hoping that you didn’t. I know that I was wrong on many levels, but I am also hoping that this is something that we can deal with. I know it sounds totally crazy and stupid, but you have come to play such a significant role in my life, I can’t imagine my days without you. It is totally strange and weird to say that, and you could say that my behavior didn’t reflect that, and you would be correct. I hate feeling like you hate me, and I hate feeling like all of your friends think I am a terrible person, because I am not. I know there is nothing I can say or do to take back what happened, but I just want you to know that fighting with you was just about the worst thing I could have ever imagined. It was right up there with one of the ugliest nights of my life, and I would give anything in the world to rewind and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if you will respond to this, part of me thinks that you won’t. If not today, then maybe some other time. Also, thanks for getting my stuff together, although I think my sunglasses are still at your house, if you could keep your eyes peeled for them that would be great. I can’t even focus or work today, I can’t eat, I seriously feel like it was an ugly break up, and I am hoping against hopes that it was not that and you are not done with me. Please don’t cut me off, I really don’t think I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Elizabeth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your concern. I’ll be sure to file it away under “L” for “Long-winded diatribes from drunken whores I couldn’t care less about”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did a stupid thing huh? No…doing long division and forgetting to carry the one is “a stupid thing”; Mixing in a red sock with a load of whites is “a stupid thing”; Blowing some guy in a bathroom for 45minutes while I sit at the bar wondering if you’re taking so long because you ate too much bran that morning isn’t as much a “Stupid thing” as it is grounds for permanent removal from my social calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I’m not sure if it was more amusing that you went and degraded yourself in a public toilet not once but twice in a 2 hour span, or that you seemed to think that by saying “Well, I didn’t F**k him” somehow gave you a clean slate. So forgive me if I couldn’t care less if the world “looked funny” to you yesterday. Since your world revolves around blow dryers, golden retrievers, Prada Bags and Jelly Beans, I’m sure it must have been most unsettling to actually have to consider someone else’s feelings for 24 hours straight. The good news for you is that my friends don’t think you’re a terrible person, they just think you’re the average run of the mill blond who commands about as much respect as your average child porn collector. I could be wrong but, it’s pretty hard to respect some B&amp;amp;T chick who comes out to spend the night at my place even though she’s seeing someone else in New jersey and winds up tongue-bathing the taint of anyone who decides 30 minutes of droning commentary on Colin Farrell’s new haircut is worth putting up with for a hand job in the men’s room. The good thing about being a guy is that when I eventually bump into the young lad who finger-blasted you on top of a towel dispenser last Saturday, we’ll have a shot and laugh our heads off about the time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, for the amount of time you claim to spend in spin class you really must be doing something wrong to sport the thunder thighs you do. Watching you parade around my bedroom in a thong was a little like watching sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-8190377271870738185?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/8190377271870738185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=8190377271870738185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8190377271870738185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8190377271870738185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/08/nasty-break-up-letter-dedicated-to-all.html' title='Nasty break-up letter. Dedicated to all the sluts out there. You know who you are.'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-3258630210082023126</id><published>2008-08-22T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:26:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Month (August)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh" - Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one eh.. couldn't agree more. And if you're wondering what happened to July's Quote of the Month, here it is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much." - Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-3258630210082023126?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/3258630210082023126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=3258630210082023126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/3258630210082023126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/3258630210082023126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/08/quote-of-month-august.html' title='Quote of the Month (August)'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-4508760173697092196</id><published>2008-08-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T00:49:18.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These days are fast, love don't last, in this graceless age - Even innocence has caught the midnight train</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Richie Sambora &amp;amp; Jon Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was walking around, just a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep myself out of the rain&lt;br /&gt;Saw a vagabond king wear a styrofoam crown&lt;br /&gt;Wondered if I might end up the same&lt;br /&gt;There's a man out on the corner&lt;br /&gt;Singing old songs about change&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's got their cross to bare, these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came looking for some shelter with a suitcase full of dreams&lt;br /&gt;To a motel room on the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Guess she's trying to be James Dean&lt;br /&gt;She's seen all the disciples and all the "wanna be's"&lt;br /&gt;No one wants to be themselves these days&lt;br /&gt;Still there's nothing to hold on to but these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days - the stars seem out of reach&lt;br /&gt;These days - there ain't a ladder on the streets&lt;br /&gt;These days - are fast, love don't last in this graceless age&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody left but us these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy shoes busted both his legs, trying to learn to fly&lt;br /&gt;From a second story window, he just jumped and closed his eyes&lt;br /&gt;His momma said he was crazy - he said momma "I've got to try"&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that all my heroes died&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I'd rather die than fa-fa-fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days - the stars seem out of reach&lt;br /&gt;But these days - there ain't a ladder on the streets&lt;br /&gt;These days are fast, love don't last-in this graceless age&lt;br /&gt;Even innocence has caught the midnight train&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't nobody left but us these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Rome's still burning&lt;br /&gt;Though the times have changed&lt;br /&gt;This world keeps turning round and round and round and round&lt;br /&gt;These days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days - the stars seem out of reach&lt;br /&gt;But these days - there ain't a ladder on these streets&lt;br /&gt;These days are fast, love don't last-in this graceless age&lt;br /&gt;Even innocence has caught the midnight train&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't nobody left but us these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days - the stars seem out of reach&lt;br /&gt;These days - there ain't a ladder on the streets&lt;br /&gt;These days - are fast, nothing lasts&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no time to waste&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody left to take the blame&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nobody left but us these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-4508760173697092196?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/4508760173697092196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=4508760173697092196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/4508760173697092196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/4508760173697092196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-one-wants-to-be-themselves-these.html' title='These days are fast, love don&apos;t last, in this graceless age - Even innocence has caught the midnight train'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-6810225568630442637</id><published>2008-08-03T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:08:08.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia sez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Artificial Stupidity is commonly used as a humorous opposite of the term artificial intelligence (AI), often as a &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;derogatory&lt;/span&gt; reference to the inability of an AI program to adequately perform basic tasks. However, within the field of computer science, &lt;i&gt;artificial stupidity&lt;/i&gt; is also used to refer to a technique of "dumbing down" &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;computer programs&lt;/span&gt; in order to deliberately introduce errors in their responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Turing" title="Alan Turing"&gt;Alan Turing&lt;/a&gt;, in his 1952 paper &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computing_Machinery_and_Intelligence" title="Computing Machinery and Intelligence"&gt;Computing Machinery and Intelligence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, proposed a test for intelligence which has since become known as the Turing test. While there a number of different versions, the original test, described by Turing as being based on the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imitation_Game" class="mw-redirect" title="Imitation Game"&gt;Imitation Game&lt;/a&gt;", involved a "machine intelligence" (a computer running an AI program), a female participant, and an interrogator. Both the AI and the female participant were to claim that they were female, and the interrogator's task was to work out which was the female participant and which was not by examining the participant's responses to typed questions. While it isn't necessarily clear whether or not Turing intended that the interrogator was to know that one of the participants was a computer, while discussing some of the possible objections to his argument Turing raised the concern that "machines cannot make mistakes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;blockquote class="templatequote"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It is claimed that the interrogator could distinguish the machine from the man simply by setting them a number of problems in arithmetic. The machine would be unmasked because of its deadly accuracy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="templatequotecite"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;—&lt;cite&gt;Turing, 1950, page 448&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Turing then noted, the reply to this is a simple one: the machine should &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; attempt to "give the &lt;i&gt;right&lt;/i&gt; answers to the arithmetic errors".&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instead, deliberate errors should be introduced to the computer's responses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Within computer science, there are at least two major applications for &lt;i&gt;artificial stupidity&lt;/i&gt;: the generation of deliberate errors in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chatbots" class="mw-redirect" title="Chatbots"&gt;chatbots&lt;/a&gt; attempting to pass the Turing test or to otherwise fool a participant into believing that they are human; and the deliberate limition of computer AIs in &lt;span class="mw-redirect"&gt;video games&lt;/span&gt; in order to control the game's difficulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Chatbots" id="Chatbots"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loebner_prize" title="Loebner prize"&gt;Loebner prize&lt;/a&gt; competition was run in 1993. As reported in &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Economist" title="The Economist"&gt;The Economist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, the winning entry incorporated deliberate errors - described by &lt;i&gt;The Economist&lt;/i&gt; as "artificial stupidity" - to fool the judges into believing that it was human. This technique has remained a part of the subsequent Loebner prize competitions, and reflects the issue first raised by Turing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Game_design" id="Game_design"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lars Lidén argues that good game design involves finding a balance between the computer's "intelligence" and the player's ability to win. By finely tuning the level of "artificial stupidity", it is possible to create computer controlled plays that allow the player to win, but do so "without looking unintelligent".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Other_Applications" id="Other_Applications"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;According to its definition, a sufficiently developed Artificial Stupidity program would be able to make all the worst cases regarding a given situation. This would enable computer programmers and analysts to find flaws immediately while minimizing errors that are within the code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;However, it is mostly expected to be used within the development and debugging stages of computer software.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family: arial; text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Excerpt taken in whole from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artificial_stupidity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-6810225568630442637?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/6810225568630442637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=6810225568630442637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/6810225568630442637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/6810225568630442637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/08/wikipedia-sez.html' title='Wikipedia sez...'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-7460610931692325731</id><published>2008-07-07T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:45:06.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirky Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This must be one of those really cute and quirky love songs, take a look at the lyrics and you'll know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I Don't Know Why I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey McIntyre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I love you&lt;br /&gt;But baby you know I do&lt;br /&gt;And it took so long to find you girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm never losing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed mad, fuss and fight&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, make love middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;But baby I could never stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;And I think that this could last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I love you&lt;br /&gt;But baby you know I do&lt;br /&gt;And it took so long to find you girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm never losing you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you love me&lt;br /&gt;But baby I'm glad that you do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wide awake to realize&lt;br /&gt;That you were meant for me&lt;br /&gt;And I was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think there's someone better for me&lt;br /&gt;Who says and does things perfectly&lt;br /&gt;A flawless someone warm and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize you're right next to me&lt;br /&gt;And I think that this could last forever - yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of us goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;And it's never gonna end 'cause it's much too&lt;br /&gt;strong, too strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I, I don't know why I, I don't why I love you&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;I I don't know why I, I don't know why I, I don't know why I love you&lt;br /&gt;but I do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-7460610931692325731?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/7460610931692325731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=7460610931692325731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/7460610931692325731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/7460610931692325731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/07/quirky-love-song.html' title='Quirky Love Song'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-4867721121772497489</id><published>2008-07-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:28:52.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe its time to Dream Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2pPsO3ghI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3Tk5uwebT14/s1600-h/Dream_Again-banner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2pPsO3ghI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3Tk5uwebT14/s400/Dream_Again-banner.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219013630228922898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some of you may know I'm a huge J-Culture kinda guy, and I've been hooked on J-Doramas (drama) for many years now. The most recent one I had the time to watch is titled "Dream Again", starring none other than my favourite actor, Takashi Sorimachi (of Great Teacher Onizuka fame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-dgPJYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8F9vzvWhlO0/s1600-h/Dream5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-dgPJYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8F9vzvWhlO0/s400/Dream5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018831775606146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Takashi Sorimachi takes on the role of a pro baseball player, Shunsuke Ogi, who is forced to retire after a shoulder injury. He continues to train in hopes of returning to the game, but a sudden accident leads to his death. God decides to give him a second chance, placing his soul into the body of another man - a wealthy fund company manager - but adjusting to his new life isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series is classed more as a sports/human drama - it has subtle blends of family, sports, romance and human drama mixed in. The opening episode is really well set up for viewers - the plot is something new and fresh as are the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can stream watch the series at either one of the sites below;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/CRSeries_-_Dream_Again"&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/group/CRSeries_-_Dream_Again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.mysoju.com/dream-again/"&gt;http://www.mysoju.com/dream-again/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some clips from the series;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-wgANfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nLeDTXDQnxI/s1600-h/Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-wgANfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nLeDTXDQnxI/s400/Dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018836874900978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-uxEqfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fz5-54HAdoo/s1600-h/Dream4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-uxEqfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fz5-54HAdoo/s400/Dream4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018836409625074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-ilS0TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SzBAJ4huXZo/s1600-h/Dream3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-ilS0TI/AAAAAAAAAHE/SzBAJ4huXZo/s400/Dream3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018833138995506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-r6f-SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VusrWk2eeB8/s1600-h/Dream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2t-r6f-SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VusrWk2eeB8/s400/Dream2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219018835643857186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I happened to love the theme song to this J-Dorama, titled Aoku Yasashiku by Kobukuro. The video is attached here for listening/viewing pleasure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKrV210-gaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JKrV210-gaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-4867721121772497489?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/4867721121772497489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=4867721121772497489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/4867721121772497489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/4867721121772497489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-its-time-to-dream-again.html' title='Maybe its time to Dream Again?'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SG2pPsO3ghI/AAAAAAAAAGs/3Tk5uwebT14/s72-c/Dream_Again-banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-6179814346984069864</id><published>2008-07-02T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:51:37.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Month (June)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drum roll please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mind over Matter : If you don't mind, it doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My dear friend Zack (http://apexprime.multiply.com/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-6179814346984069864?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/6179814346984069864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=6179814346984069864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/6179814346984069864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/6179814346984069864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/07/quote-of-month-june.html' title='Quote of the Month (June)'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-2659679868712482932</id><published>2008-07-02T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T05:45:57.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Eat World - Carry You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just wanting to share a particular song off Jimmy Eat World's Chase This Light (2007) album, a track titled "Carry You". For the last 3 weeks or so, I've felt that I could relate to the lyrics a lot due a chain of events. But things have somehow, somewhat, changed for the better today, and I'm hoping for the best. Still, I'd like to share the song. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SGt1P-BPv3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_qOZeeZ9o10/s1600-h/jimmyeatworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SGt1P-BPv3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_qOZeeZ9o10/s400/jimmyeatworld.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218393510445563762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I know I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I say your name slowly&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;But I carry you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it feel good like the memory&lt;br /&gt;When you try some history&lt;br /&gt;It's a dream to come around&lt;br /&gt;The rule doesn't bend,&lt;br /&gt;Because the taste doesn't taste the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy feeling righteous when removed&lt;br /&gt;All you'll get is what you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;It hurts because it should&lt;br /&gt;How else am I to make it clear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to living in the moment&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your lie is what I need sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You told the most and best of anyone&lt;br /&gt;You said to "keep me in your pocket"&lt;br /&gt;So I carried you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better choose your words carefully&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not your anything&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stay here in my place&lt;br /&gt;And you'll stay in yours because&lt;br /&gt;Your only good is what you're good for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pace around the room to spend the time&lt;br /&gt;Waiting while the burning pictures fade&lt;br /&gt;One thing to make your mind&lt;br /&gt;And another to say it's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to living in the moment&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it passed, it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still carrying a little hope that&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things could be different now&lt;br /&gt;Is that so wrong, is that so wrong, is that so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;At a place we'll go&lt;br /&gt;(going through the motions, they lead to rhythm motion)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make things right&lt;br /&gt;Before time runs out.&lt;br /&gt;(it was like you said, the taste don't taste like it should)&lt;br /&gt;Roll down the windows&lt;br /&gt;Let the cold air come in&lt;br /&gt;Slap my face just to feel, to feel you somehow again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's to living in the moment&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be the one that you want, don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, here's to living in the moment&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it passed.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it passed, it passed, it passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-2659679868712482932?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/2659679868712482932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=2659679868712482932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/2659679868712482932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/2659679868712482932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/07/jimmy-eat-world-carry-you.html' title='Jimmy Eat World - Carry You'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SGt1P-BPv3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_qOZeeZ9o10/s72-c/jimmyeatworld.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-8202381158312705308</id><published>2008-06-23T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:10:42.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random snaps from 4th to 6th June 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TqtlM2jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/a2szPj2aNhw/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TqtlM2jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/a2szPj2aNhw/s400/May+%26+June+2008+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214978886773561906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the chalet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TiqQXr7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/m1bBQvB1Xgk/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TiqQXr7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/m1bBQvB1Xgk/s400/May+%26+June+2008+076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214978748441931698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boozing spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TZWVydrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V9l50FmCRu4/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TZWVydrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/V9l50FmCRu4/s400/May+%26+June+2008+083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214978588477126322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Burau Bay's view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TOg3PYrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/za1LbrtArto/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TOg3PYrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/za1LbrtArto/s400/May+%26+June+2008+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214978402323227314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garden-view of Mutiara Burau Bay Resort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TFTGmcvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gi4eWxfRr0w/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TFTGmcvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gi4eWxfRr0w/s400/May+%26+June+2008+091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214978244010734322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to look cute, and failing miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9Sv0IZ1uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PH3xIe0kApQ/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9Sv0IZ1uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/PH3xIe0kApQ/s400/May+%26+June+2008+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214977874919544546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pantai Cenang, late-evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9Sk6B55TI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rgmFw02umFk/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9Sk6B55TI/AAAAAAAAAFk/rgmFw02umFk/s400/May+%26+June+2008+116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214977687524336946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Underwater World Langkawi, Pantai Cenang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SadMEIfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0B3UBYgZgxw/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SadMEIfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0B3UBYgZgxw/s400/May+%26+June+2008+129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214977507983630834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the docks, right before the island-hopping trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SS1AVHxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-GjBGs9fi9Y/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SS1AVHxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-GjBGs9fi9Y/s400/May+%26+June+2008+165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214977376937910034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pantai Beras Bersih, if I recall correctly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SOMfYU5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/epu9MtQvhEk/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SOMfYU5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/epu9MtQvhEk/s400/May+%26+June+2008+174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214977297342813074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SGBUGkPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vAYewD4AJqo/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9SGBUGkPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vAYewD4AJqo/s400/May+%26+June+2008+211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214977156903768306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the cable car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9RxmmzWNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/giYaGOroSH4/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9RxmmzWNI/AAAAAAAAAE8/giYaGOroSH4/s400/May+%26+June+2008+227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214976806137059538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cable-car destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-8202381158312705308?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/8202381158312705308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=8202381158312705308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8202381158312705308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8202381158312705308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-snaps-from-4th-to-6th-june-2008.html' title='Random snaps from 4th to 6th June 2008'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF9TqtlM2jI/AAAAAAAAAGc/a2szPj2aNhw/s72-c/May+%26+June+2008+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-8380300398269385273</id><published>2008-06-22T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:31:34.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asahi in broad daylight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF5ErzuTHTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mONUBn_ZbnU/s1600-h/May+%26+June+2008+178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF5ErzuTHTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mONUBn_ZbnU/s400/May+%26+June+2008+178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214680937951075634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favourite shots during my trip to Langkawi 2 weeks + back. Kinda wish I could rewind, replay &amp;amp; re-act the whole few days there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking, no? *slaps forehead*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-8380300398269385273?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/8380300398269385273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=8380300398269385273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8380300398269385273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8380300398269385273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/06/asahi-in-broad-daylight.html' title='Asahi in broad daylight!'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SF5ErzuTHTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mONUBn_ZbnU/s72-c/May+%26+June+2008+178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-6298411624870197835</id><published>2008-06-16T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:26:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think therefore I am"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SFhlzdBkjdI/AAAAAAAAADc/njOTB3CF744/s1600-h/breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SFhlzdBkjdI/AAAAAAAAADc/njOTB3CF744/s400/breakup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213028503320301010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My humble apologies to you, Mr. Blog, for the recent abandoning. I know I've not been keeping my promise in updating you and all, but hey, life has been rather, "Eventful", for lack of a better word to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the ball rolling, my 5-month relationship is over. I sincerely hoped for it to last much longer than just a mere 5 months, but hey, God has a weird sense of humor. I won't go into any details as I'm a firm believer in not making your private life especially relationship matters public on a blog. I was never an attention-whore and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I've learned from this failed relationship, in no particular order, are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not try to talk logic or common sense with a girl. Reasoning with them is a total taboo and chances are you're making them even more angry than from before you started your reasoning. Remember, there is nothing 'common' about sense when its between a man and a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Even if you're right, say you're wrong, admit to it, and pray she accepts and leaves the matter alone. Girls do not like being told that they were wrong (or there was a better way to handle/deal with something other than the method they chose). Save yourselves the trouble and headache, its not worth it trying to prove you're right, you've got a hell lot more to lose than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When an arguement breaks out and she's pissed at you, even though she refuses you when you try to console and how should I say this, "pujuk" her, do it anyway. Do not, ever, conclude that just because she pushes you away when she's angry means that you should stay away and keep your distance. You MUST attempt to console and coax her no matter what. Let her push you away once, twice, 10 times, 100 times even, don't give up. Despite her behaviour and character at that point, deep down inside her heart is screaming out for you to be close to her. Not taking heed of this advice could land your ass in boiling waters, take it from someone experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Each and every time you argue or quarrel with her, the fact is which many may not know, the feelings and love they have tend to decrease little by little, and its rather subtle. Even they themselves may not notice this anomaly at first, but eventually they'll feel that the feelings or love just aren't there anymore, or fading away. This is completely different for a guy as arguements and quarrels does not necessarily make our feelings dwindle and fade away. You could have a volcanic quarrel and at the end of the day, still love your girl as much as from before your quarrel. Be warned, though this may not apply to ALL girls, it does to a majority, so play your cards right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When a girl is not ready for a committed relationship especially one that is to last long term, their determination and faith in the relationship is weak, and chances are at first signs of problems, they are the first to "jump ship" or abandon the relationship. There are ups and downs to any relationship, and its her character, her attitude, determination and faith during the bad times that show how far she wants the relationship to go, same goes for the guy. Remember, the good times are fun, but you have to be able to handle the bad times as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way am I trying to be biassed towards females in any way here. This is a calm, composed and informed opinion and observation of mine. With hope, anybody who happens to wander into this blog of mine would get some insight into how to handle a relationship better, or rather, avoid confrontations that could blow up in their face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I try my very best to put on a strong face and move on with my chin up, nevertheless the memories were important and precious to me. Maybe deep down somewhere 'something' lives within me but I guess its gonna stay there for the time being, indefinitely. I will just have to accept that maybe the time wasn't right to rekindle things, and the flame burned so bright, it burned itself out too soon. Heaven knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have both complicated minds (or confused could be the word, as many men would testify) AS WELL AS complicated hearts. What a 2 in 1 double trouble for men. Trying to understand tends to put white hair on your heads far before its meant to be there :) Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little something for comedy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SFhmQu_CEtI/AAAAAAAAADs/sBeD7fVfJDY/s1600-h/breakup_letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SFhmQu_CEtI/AAAAAAAAADs/sBeD7fVfJDY/s400/breakup_letter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213029006357697234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-6298411624870197835?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/6298411624870197835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=6298411624870197835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/6298411624870197835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/6298411624870197835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-think-therefore-i-am.html' title='&quot;I think therefore I am&quot;'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SFhlzdBkjdI/AAAAAAAAADc/njOTB3CF744/s72-c/breakup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-3079273473677772125</id><published>2008-04-13T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T11:22:48.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye annual bonus 2008!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SAG-WYwXgoI/AAAAAAAAADU/kfjDfvGR1OE/s1600-h/bentley.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SAG-WYwXgoI/AAAAAAAAADU/kfjDfvGR1OE/s400/bentley.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188637537519239810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SAG8AIwXgnI/AAAAAAAAADM/51K5kiWWr04/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SAG8AIwXgnI/AAAAAAAAADM/51K5kiWWr04/s400/DSC00389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188634956243894898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from http://www.bentleymotors.com ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="ContentArea_Article" class="Article"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A coupé worthy of the GT name. Inspired by the grace and power of Bentley’s thoroughbred bloodline, the Continental GT and new Continental GT Speed combines phenomenal power, class-leading performance and contemporary design with handcraftsmanship in true Crewe tradition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ContentArea_Article" class="Article"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Continental GT Speed is the most powerful production Bentley ever and the first to top 200mph (322km/h).  A potent addition to the Continental Series, the GT Speed extends the appeal of the Continental GT coupé to driving enthusiasts who place a high value on outright performance and agile handling.  Even more breathtaking. In even less time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ContentArea_Article" class="Article"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Power that doesn’t compromise space. Handling that doesn’t compromise comfort. Technology that doesn’t compromise handcraftsmanship. Above all, true Grand Touring performance complemented by the luxury of Bentley legend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="ContentArea_Article" class="Article"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ContentArea_Article" class="Article"&gt;You see la, how to get nice annual bonus like this? Aiyahhhh bossss, you buy Bentley there goes our bonus la. Like not enough your Brabus, your Ferrari (or two of those, I don't recall lah boss), and hell knows what other car you have, you just had to rub it in with a Bentley Continental GT right? RIGHT? Domo arigatou, you the best lah boss. Wa tension sama lu oi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-3079273473677772125?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/3079273473677772125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=3079273473677772125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/3079273473677772125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/3079273473677772125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-annual-bonus-2008.html' title='Goodbye annual bonus 2008!'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/SAG-WYwXgoI/AAAAAAAAADU/kfjDfvGR1OE/s72-c/bentley.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-4689094774216965687</id><published>2008-02-28T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:12:14.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You almost thought I've abandoned you again, eh dear blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always knew it would happen. Getting caught up with daily routines all over again and forgetting the resolution I had to be faithful in my blogging. Sure, I tried. Just that every time I bickered on adding a new post, my 2007 addiction of World of Warcraft took over and yes, I am guilty of allowing myself to be swallowed alive by that EVIL, EVIL, EVIL game. Thanks Blizzard. You had my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, my remaining 3 month subscription plan ends March 6th. Have not touched that devious evil game since early December, and I have no plans to renew the subscription. I seemed to have rediscovered my social life the very month I quit WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of social life, I've found that sometimes things are not as they seem. People are not what they make themselves to appear, as I have painfully come to terms with this fact. People I've called 'friend' in the past seemed to have had their dirty closets opened behind their backs and yes, the scene is not a pretty one. You know who you are out there. Thanks for being the hypocrites you are and serving me a life-long lesson on the subject of trust. I promise you your 'lessons' will not go to waste, I will only gain strength from this and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Oh goodie. I just vented out at people on my blog. I popped that virgin aspect of blogging. What now? Where is the bloody champagne gawdamnit! To be honest that is something I've never wanted to do, looking at all the lame ass people venting like a bloody bitch on their blogs. Fine I have joined the ranks of the bloody bitches. Satan, yes you can have my soul. That will be RM 500,000,000.00, cash terms only (I know he's bad with IOUs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, thanks for seeing that our years of friendship were and still is precious. Good thing you kicked your WoW addiction before I did. Nice to be hanging out again, we really DO go back a long way ol' buddy. Theng Yi, coursemate in arms and fellow anime otaku and gaming kaki, we've seen quite the number of years as well and hoping we stay buds till our grandchildren start reproducing, how is that? Wee Chun, you've always been a good friend. I appreciate you for the excellent chap that you are and heres' to many more years of good friendship. Alvin, you are probably the best bud I have here in KL. Not bad for a few years of knowing each other. Xmas bbq again this year, okay?! Jason, colleague and senior at work. Never expected that we'd click and get along so well. Heres' to a good buddy, cheers! Melvin, collegemate, and probably one of the first few KL locals I made friends with back in 2002 when I just landed my arse in Subang Jaya. You're good company, and reliable as always. Mei Ching, Florence, thanks for being the sweet girls you are and putting so much effort to make plans for old friends to meet up and get along well again. Love you girls to bits! And yes, I promise I will set aside more time for your plans. I know I've always been busy and not making it for your wonderful outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wipes sweat off forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew.. One hell of a post. Here's to a good 2008 and wishing everyone the best in the year of the TIKUS =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-4689094774216965687?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/4689094774216965687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=4689094774216965687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/4689094774216965687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/4689094774216965687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-almost-thought-ive-abandoned-you.html' title='You almost thought I&apos;ve abandoned you again, eh dear blog?'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-5996072762149519131</id><published>2007-07-05T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:36:48.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to make.. Memories?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Hello again, it's you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kinda always like it used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sippin' wine, killing time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to solve life's mysteries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How's your life, it's been a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God it's good to see you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see you reaching for your keys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for a reason not to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't know if you should stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't say what's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby just breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nowhere else tonight we should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dug up this old photograph &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at all that hair we had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's bittersweet to hear you laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your phone is ringing I don't wanna ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you go now, I'll understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you stay, hey, I've got a plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're gonna make a memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna steal a piece of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can sing the melody to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can write a couple of lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you don't know if you should stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you don't say what's on your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby just breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's nowhere else tonight we should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We Should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna steal a piece of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can sing the melody to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can write a couple of lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You wanna make a memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't begin to explain exactly how much the lyrics to Bon Jovi's (You Want To) Make A Memory above haunts me each and every single time the track plays. Its creepy. It haunts me. Its beautiful. It soothes me. It gets me all emo. All at the same time. Hey sometimes you find that one song that touches you so deeply you just can't put it away, you can't stop humming to it, you can't stop softly singing the lyrics and you can't turn it off playing at the back of your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Ro0JpapT2gI/AAAAAAAAABE/SYZHUOHhclw/s1600-h/optimus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Ro0JpapT2gI/AAAAAAAAABE/SYZHUOHhclw/s400/optimus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083730161503033858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, TRANSFORMERS was AWESOME! I can't recall the last time I sat in the cinema feeling totally blown away by a movie. And I can't recall when I last watched a whole movie from beginning to end with my jaws dropped. I'm glad I watched it at Summit USJ's THX hall and again at Times Square's Digi IMAX theatre. Catch this one people, no regrets. You have my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Ro0PNapT2iI/AAAAAAAAABU/1frhJfZ7DRo/s1600-h/optimus3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Ro0P1KpT2kI/AAAAAAAAABk/KkXVBcYd4B0/s400/mikaela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083736960436263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-5996072762149519131?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/5996072762149519131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=5996072762149519131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/5996072762149519131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/5996072762149519131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-want-to-make-memories.html' title='Do you want to make.. Memories?'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Ro0JpapT2gI/AAAAAAAAABE/SYZHUOHhclw/s72-c/optimus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-8293172625466218793</id><published>2007-06-27T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T15:48:34.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RoLmLqpT2eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9LM3jqdOhm4/s1600-h/lost_highway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RoLmLqpT2eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9LM3jqdOhm4/s400/lost_highway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080876417727846882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a week since my last entry here, so here I am. Been listening to the tracks from Bon Jovi's latest album, Lost Highway. I personally think this is one of their better albums in recent years. The songwriting is pretty good and I could connect and relate with many of the album's track lyrics. My personal favourites would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You Want To) Make A Memory&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Till We Ain't Strangers Anymore (feat Leann Rimes)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an MTV of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You Want To) Make A Memory &lt;/span&gt;found &lt;a href="http://www6.islandrecords.com/bonjovi/lost_highway_splash/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Highway's Track Listing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lost Highway&lt;br /&gt;2. Summertime    &lt;br /&gt;3. (You Want To) Make A Memory    &lt;br /&gt;4. Whole Lot Of Leaving    &lt;br /&gt;5. We Got It Going On    &lt;br /&gt;6. Any Other Day    &lt;br /&gt;7. Seat Next To You    &lt;br /&gt;8. Everybody's Broken    &lt;br /&gt;9. Stranger (feat. Leann Rimes)    &lt;br /&gt;10. The Last Night    &lt;br /&gt;11. One Step Closer    &lt;br /&gt;12. I Love This Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www7.islandrecords.com/bonjovi/discography.las&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-8293172625466218793?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/8293172625466218793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=8293172625466218793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8293172625466218793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/8293172625466218793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-lost.html' title='Are you lost?'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RoLmLqpT2eI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9LM3jqdOhm4/s72-c/lost_highway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-2660787526597607186</id><published>2007-06-20T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:37:10.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autobots! Transform and roll out! - Optimus Prime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RnlqAbfqhUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z6or9YK0whU/s1600-h/prime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RnlqAbfqhUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z6or9YK0whU/s320/prime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078206610450056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come 28th June 2007, this highly anticipated live action/CGI adaptation of the cartoon series Transformers from the 80's will make its opening on local cinema screens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a fan of the cartoon series (Well I'm an 80's baby after all) this is really one of those movies I've been anticipating for a very long time. Thrill me or disappoint me, come 28th we'll see. The Transformers brings back so many childhood memories, namely crying non-stop for a couple of days after witnessing the death of Optimus Prime in the original movie. I can still remember how my mom couldn't understand how some cartoon with robots made me cry. Come on guys, don't tell me the sight of Prime turning all charcoal black and then his head lifelessly falling to one side didn't touch you. It was like watching my greatest hero die. Yes that very same hero you thought invincible and could never perish. Try telling a 6/7 year old its only a cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the toys... Don't even get me started on them. Everybody wanted Transformers toys. And back then, yes even back then they weren't cheap. I don't remember having even one. Oh well. Prime to moon base 1 : "Reserve me 2 tickets for 28th June @ GCS 1 Utama. Thank you. Autobots, transform and roll out!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-2660787526597607186?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/2660787526597607186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=2660787526597607186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/2660787526597607186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/2660787526597607186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2007/06/autobots-transform-and-roll-out-optimus.html' title='Autobots! Transform and roll out! - Optimus Prime'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RnlqAbfqhUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Z6or9YK0whU/s72-c/prime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-1261934928038862186</id><published>2007-06-12T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:13:18.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It survived that single lone post below...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well here I am, just past midnight and somehow suddenly got this annoying itch to scribble something here. Either just to prove to myself that I wouldn't abandon this blog as I have the rest, or plainly genuinely wanting to contribute something to this space. I don't really know, but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Takes deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Rnls5rfqhVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dxOr8b8yFGE/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Rnls5rfqhVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dxOr8b8yFGE/s320/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078209793020822866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Received my offer letter of permanency at CSA CSC, after 6 months of working here as a contract staff. High turnover rate in the department and the trouble associated with hiring new network analysts and training them finally moved or rather pressured the management to convert the rest of us guys to permanent. A welcomed increment came with this conversion to permanency and thanks to that, its been difficult wiping this silly retarded-looking smirk off my face since then till now. Yes, I'm happy. Very. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RnltCLfqhWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1MfyK7P9q4o/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RnltCLfqhWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1MfyK7P9q4o/s320/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078209939049710946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RnluhrfqhXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oMXEDP2-Wsk/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/RnluhrfqhXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oMXEDP2-Wsk/s320/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078211579727218034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Compared to my previous job in which I was the Software Trainer (official designation), Support Analyst, Software Tester, Systems Admin, Network Admin, Client Account Manager, tukang sapu/mop lantai (okay I'm exaggerating).. well yeah I was exploited and made to do anything I was competent at. And they paid me peanuts. Living alone in PJ, paying for room rental, car, petrol, phone bill, streamyx bill, digi bill and whatsoever other bill I can't recall right now, my 6 months with that first job was difficult. At times I'm amazed I didn't resort to pulling and munching on the grass growing outside the house I lived in. Like seriously. Would've been so much cheaper to grow 2 hind legs and go "Moooo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All that being said.. I have approximately 6 hours 30 minutes till shift ends at 7.00am. Well come morning, my 4 days off begins. And the usual question each time this period of the week arrives, "What do I do with myself over the next 4 days?". I guess it'll be me being the lonesome cowboy this week and I foresee a couple of nights at Fuel Up D'sara Uptown chuggin' beer..Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Rnlvq7fqhYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZPBRobU-E3s/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Rnlvq7fqhYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZPBRobU-E3s/s320/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078212838152635778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desperately fighting the urge to close my eyes right now, which is probably what drove me to post something on the blog in the first place. Now, I'll have to look for something else to keep me occupied till morning. Minesweeper?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, and hoping there'll be more to come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-1261934928038862186?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/1261934928038862186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=1261934928038862186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/1261934928038862186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/1261934928038862186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-survived-that-single-lone-post-below.html' title='It survived that single lone post below...'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HA8tkD95AC0/Rnls5rfqhVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dxOr8b8yFGE/s72-c/DSC00017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898417859953059775.post-7684250362458857137</id><published>2007-06-05T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:40:07.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th of June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;..hence the blog was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't ask me why its called 'Artificial Stupidity'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a first, neither is this a second ladies and gentlemen. This is blog No. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this third incarnate of my so-called online venue of crap that goes through my nonsensical mind survives more than just a couple of half-hearted posts. Heck, I'd be surprised if this one survives even a 2nd post. Keeping my fingers crossed, and we'll see what happens. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5898417859953059775-7684250362458857137?l=randydvd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/feeds/7684250362458857137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5898417859953059775&amp;postID=7684250362458857137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/7684250362458857137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898417859953059775/posts/default/7684250362458857137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randydvd.blogspot.com/2007/06/5th-of-june-2007.html' title='5th of June 2007'/><author><name>Randy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709850173539900489</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
