<?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-5723749990090914376</id><updated>2011-08-11T01:57:06.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Algorithms of Exploratory Minds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-1217735951304883642</id><published>2010-04-12T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:52:33.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Mother of Ganja!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/S8MfxQrmwgI/AAAAAAAABL8/qahPMaJQUGg/s1600/steve-aoki03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/S8MfxQrmwgI/AAAAAAAABL8/qahPMaJQUGg/s400/steve-aoki03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459242104455086594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HE'S BACK AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Oh no I'm not prepared for this, I shouldn't have partied too hard over the last few weeks. Not gonna have enough energy for GOD himself! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;warp 1.9&lt;/span&gt; OMG OMG OMG! shiiiiiitttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"STEVE AOKI"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can so picture he laying down warp 1.9 at euphoria. It's gonna be EPIC! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WHOOP WHOOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shiiiiitttt. oh oh ooohh... I forgot about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SHAKE &amp;amp; POP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"shake and pop, shake shake and POP!"&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ministry of Sound Euphoria presents Steve Aoki again in Malaysia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omg... I can't believe it even after typing out that line. SHIT he's really coming again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the facebook invite in my gmail folder today and I just had to brag about the event because I thought he was never gonna come back here again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUT NO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will be laying his mixes out for the pleasure of our ears on 01/05/10! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MALAYSIA, IT'S TIME TO PARTY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't believe me? then what's this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/S8MduSi-0OI/AAAAAAAABLs/tKpIYHLkHPE/s320/Aoki_E-Flyer_100323_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459239854392922338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still don't believe me? check it out here &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ministryofsoundeuphoria.blogspot.com/"&gt;MINISTRY OF SOUND&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Mind Blasting ain't it! Go get your tickets. Lets PAAARRTAAYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;~I'M IN THE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; with Steve Aoki this may! ARE YOU?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Be there or be square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BO3vcQpTDw4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BO3vcQpTDw4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS. if you're attending be sure to rest well (at least 2 weeks of sleep).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5723749990090914376-1217735951304883642?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1217735951304883642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=1217735951304883642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1217735951304883642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1217735951304883642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/holly-mother-of-ganja.html' title='Holly Mother of Ganja!'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/S8MfxQrmwgI/AAAAAAAABL8/qahPMaJQUGg/s72-c/steve-aoki03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-7083355301960684753</id><published>2010-04-01T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T18:49:31.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SO yeah...</title><content type='html'>so yeah, i got a girlfriend and I LOVE HER that's all y'all need to know for now ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-7083355301960684753?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7083355301960684753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=7083355301960684753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/7083355301960684753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/7083355301960684753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-yeah.html' title='SO yeah...'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-5655215117385495773</id><published>2010-01-31T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:58:11.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a relationship</title><content type='html'>It was 16 when I first started clubbing. Believe it or not my parents brought me in. Slippery Senoritas, back then it was mind blowing. The bar is pretty cool. Lots of drinks and the Dj's are "boleh tahan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.penangcentral.com/Penang%20Nightlife%20Center%20Slippery%20Senoritas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 267px; text-align: center; " src="http://www.penangcentral.com/Penang%20Nightlife%20Center%20Slippery%20Senoritas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then came along MOIS. I pretty sleak club. Until the "lala" population multiplied like a muthafucker. The music is good on saturday night. Ladies night is more like mens night because "there's too many dicks in the club". lol btw... the entrance to this place is fuckin' trippy, it's like the walls are made up of lights that keep going on in gradients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.penangcentral.com/NIGHTLIFE%20NEW/Georgetown%20Penang%20%20Mois%20Disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.penangcentral.com/NIGHTLIFE%20NEW/Georgetown%20Penang%20%20Mois%20Disco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my base got transfered to KL! and the scene got revamped! All the clubs that I visited were way ahead of penang like Republic, Starhill, Space but the one that I frequented most was Euphoria MOS-ministry of sound. This club is fucking kickass, damn stylish. Great house music especially on mixtape thursdays. Patrick Oliver is the house DJ over there and he has really improved since I started going to this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3903528404_0dc687f01e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 253px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3509/3903528404_0dc687f01e_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought MOS was the best club KL had to offer. Then yesterday, my friend Emily from college said she could get us o the guest list for ZOUK. I've always wanted to try this club but I knew I couldn't get in because the age limit is 23 and the door policy is really strict. So we gave it a shot, took emily and her bf 3 hours to get me and 2 of my other underage friends in. When we finally entered, my jaw dropped! The wait was nothing for what the inside had in store. The music was sick, they were mixing house, electro, progressive, a little bit of techno and trance all together. The dj was LapSap. The guy looked like steve aoki. The crowd was the best crowd ever. They all knew how to party to house music. Then suddenly the crowd went silent and then WHOOP! WHOOP! aoki's warp 1.9. It was godlike! I don't think i can club anywhere else anymore. Even MOS would be a turn off. MOS is seriously shit compared to this. So today I tell the world that I'm officially in a relationship with ZOUK! best night of my LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b214/paulkongck/event026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b214/paulkongck/event026.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-5655215117385495773?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5655215117385495773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=5655215117385495773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/5655215117385495773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/5655215117385495773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-relationship.html' title='In a relationship'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-3006236411785845417</id><published>2010-01-15T12:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:38:26.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up on LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey god, whoever you are... if you're reading this, change something, some chemistry, some connections, I don't know just change something, make her love me back because I'm really starting to believe there's no such thing as love. If the saying which was engraved on that wall is true "Love is god, god is love" then don't let it die in me. I wanna believe it! Help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you keep telling me that she's ugly and all, well FUCK OFF, I still love her. I wish you would all stop saying stuff like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if some find this emotional, I'm just saying what I feel. Again, all I can say is Love ME back PLEASE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3006236411785845417?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3006236411785845417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3006236411785845417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3006236411785845417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3006236411785845417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2010/01/giving-up-on-love.html' title='Giving up on LOVE'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-1533186810723192592</id><published>2009-09-30T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:06:00.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down low</title><content type='html'>What happens when you finally find someone who has the same taste with you and wants to pursue the same career as you. You decide to become bestfriends and that someone agrees to that relationship. You're the happiest person on earth. Then your new bestfriend starts getting to know your friends and she becomes really close to them, a lot more close than she is to you. (keep in mind that you're both bestfriends). Slowly, you realize that she talks much more to them than she does to you. You can't help it but to wonder why and to start questioning. So you ask her once, she doesn't want to tell you. Then you ask her again but she still doesn't want to tell you why. You to end up in a tight spot and conflict arises accompanied by awkwardness that's starting to build. You don't talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days, you start talking to her on msn but things are still really awkward. You see her in college but she ignores you. Then you try texting her but all you get are those "short, i don't wanna talk to you kinda replies" Then you get fed up and you give her a one word reply. Then she finally decided to step out of the box and say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole convo exactly as sms'ed. unedited! NO TWISTING OF WORDS! Ps. Im not trying to get ppl to support me or ppl to sympathize, i got no time for that! I got no time for twisting words, i was just trying to cut things short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;"i don't like talking to emo ppl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Only emo cause you refuse to tell me things but oh, well... If u don't want to tell me things. Fine. We don't have to talk about it. I'm also TIRED of trying to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'm sorry if I don't tell everyone everything. There are certain things i'd like to keep to myself. if you want to find out so badly, go ask around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I already know. I just wanted you to tell me. how would you feel if I am your bestfriend and I always talk to your close friends about things rather than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;what do you know? I have one and only one best friend. I didn't expect the bestfriend thing to be so serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;It ain't serious! What am I then? cause you tell my friends everything and they're just friends that you just got to know? So what am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I don't tell them everything. I tell them whats been going on with you because i don't know what to do with you. And they're the ones who know you better than i do. You were my good friend before you got all sensitive with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Dude. they tell me everything, they're my friends. you don't have to do anything, just be the friend you were before all of this. Forget whatever that happened ecause i don't think there's any other way and now that i know that im just your goodfriend. I won't be sensitive no more. you don't have to tell me anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I didn't have to tell you anything i didn't want to in the first place. if you weren't so sensitive in the first place maybe it would have been easier to tell you things. Plus I've only gotten to know you the few days before raya weekend. makes no difference from how long i've know your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;You just shod've told me we're just friends and never have agreed to the bestfriends thing. Cause im like that to my bestfriends. when it comes to my bestfriends, yes i'm sensitive. Feeling like an insignificant bestfriend is the reason why i got sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Not my problem you felt like my bestfriend. I don't think i did anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I've got nothing to say.&lt;/span&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/5723749990090914376-1533186810723192592?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1533186810723192592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=1533186810723192592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1533186810723192592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1533186810723192592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-down-low.html' title='Feeling down low'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-3574659743070147606</id><published>2009-08-04T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:35:52.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxi Driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9kfMDVVEs/R1vRW9O4G4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/X2vfMT_xQoE/s400/Poster-%2BTaxi%2BDriver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9kfMDVVEs/R1vRW9O4G4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/X2vfMT_xQoE/s400/Poster-%2BTaxi%2BDriver.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Taxi Driver again. Martin Scorsese is fuckin' awesome! You know the first time i watched it, i hated the movie. I thought it was just slow, boring and nothing was making sense. This time I manage to get the symbolism and all that shit. The part where he gives the crumpled $20 bill to the brothel owner and how he's in bright lighting and the owner walks into the dark. Pure genius! Oh and the intro credits to this movie is so new york and so bloody stylistic-ly shot. SO if you can get your hands on a copy of this movie, go watch it! but I must worn, please watch it when you're fully awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I saw something really disgusting at the men's bathroom which i visited after Pelham 123. Owh god, if I ever get into the DETAILS .. yiKES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3574659743070147606?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3574659743070147606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3574659743070147606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3574659743070147606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3574659743070147606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/08/taxi-driver.html' title='Taxi Driver'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ws9kfMDVVEs/R1vRW9O4G4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/X2vfMT_xQoE/s72-c/Poster-%2BTaxi%2BDriver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-4368900736902417331</id><published>2009-07-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:34:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I luv' u Michael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G48WGowcuOg/SiEu2xMtRFI/AAAAAAAACaY/4SEve1WT_-k/s400/michael_jackson_lyrics_billie_jean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G48WGowcuOg/SiEu2xMtRFI/AAAAAAAACaY/4SEve1WT_-k/s400/michael_jackson_lyrics_billie_jean.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ROCK MY WORLD! YOU KNOW YOU DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the 1996 History Tour when i first saw MJ. My 2 uncles worked backstage and they manage to sneak me and my mum in. The moment he did smooth criminal, I was sure i was a fan! and forever will be. HE, it was HE that got me interested with music! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His death was too sudden. Too much to take, still is. Come back MIKE! please... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Paris talk about her father at the memorial just broke my heart. &lt;br /&gt;"daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences to the Talauenga Brothers, I feel sad for you guys, he was your teacher. I wonder how it felt working next to a legend. Never let his moves die! NEVER. Hope to see you guys in LA sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe now Michael, they'll leave you alone" RIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-4368900736902417331?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4368900736902417331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=4368900736902417331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/4368900736902417331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/4368900736902417331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-luv-u-michael.html' title='I luv&apos; u Michael!'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G48WGowcuOg/SiEu2xMtRFI/AAAAAAAACaY/4SEve1WT_-k/s72-c/michael_jackson_lyrics_billie_jean.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-8683486485917621062</id><published>2009-07-03T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:47:44.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Final Short in LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4dyI6OtvLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w4dyI6OtvLU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short film which i completed at NYFA. It's a twisted story, so pay attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that this video is not controlled or planned rather very emotional. I was going for the quentin tarantino look, in one of the blood drip scene. The main character the Killer/Boyfriend (doubleact) has stared in the upcoming movie Public Enemy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking for suggestions, so keep them pouring in. Don't worry, i won't be offended, i just want to get better. Those hate comments, I love them. So go ahead and amuse me. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-8683486485917621062?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8683486485917621062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=8683486485917621062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8683486485917621062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8683486485917621062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-final-short-in-la.html' title='My Final Short in LA'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-3384117642595514152</id><published>2009-06-11T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:55:59.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Old Party Poloroids</title><content type='html'>We shall add to this soon. we SHALL. *hints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUZZOjGMI/AAAAAAAABKk/e-k7_a-FZOM/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUZZOjGMI/AAAAAAAABKk/e-k7_a-FZOM/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346006290422503618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUZOBTMjI/AAAAAAAABKc/TOrgEo4u_TM/s1600-h/Untitled-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUZOBTMjI/AAAAAAAABKc/TOrgEo4u_TM/s320/Untitled-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346006287414145586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUYxlspNI/AAAAAAAABKU/dPllN6zQnHg/s1600-h/Untitled-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUYxlspNI/AAAAAAAABKU/dPllN6zQnHg/s320/Untitled-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346006279782180050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUYpgBwOI/AAAAAAAABKM/u-Tw-x30Bro/s1600-h/Untitled-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUYpgBwOI/AAAAAAAABKM/u-Tw-x30Bro/s320/Untitled-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346006277610914018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDTaExa0XI/AAAAAAAABKE/ViksVNljeqk/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDTaExa0XI/AAAAAAAABKE/ViksVNljeqk/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346005202599858546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone was friends with everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3384117642595514152?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3384117642595514152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3384117642595514152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3384117642595514152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3384117642595514152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-old-party-poloroids.html' title='Old Old Party Poloroids'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SjDUZZOjGMI/AAAAAAAABKk/e-k7_a-FZOM/s72-c/Untitled-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-6321389855117354615</id><published>2009-05-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T07:54:51.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels &amp; Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2986712387_622ef8a809.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2986712387_622ef8a809.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's movies like this that make me wanna make movies! God where should i start???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first lets set the records straight, it's already definitely, positively, undeniably in my TOP 10 list!!! &lt;br /&gt;Directed by Ron Howard, haven't seen much of his movies. Except for some editing flaws here and there, the movie's practically perfect. How he captured the detailed architecture of the vatican, though most of it was made up, it just boggles my mind. It still does! The movie took me for an emotional ride that i haven't felt since movies like "The Gladiator" and "Titanic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that part where he takes the bomb and flies upwards with the chopper. God, it was so grandly done! I felt the moment from within. I shall stop trying to describe how great the movie was for me, cause movies like this surpasses the boundaries of being able to be described by words alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's movies like this that make me wanna make movies" &lt;br /&gt;Why I want to become a director? here's the answer... to create a world of my own, that i can only live through movies! THAT'S WHY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-6321389855117354615?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6321389855117354615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=6321389855117354615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6321389855117354615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6321389855117354615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/angels-demons.html' title='Angels &amp; Demons'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-3260345252524985773</id><published>2009-05-16T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:17:49.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snoop's in College</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGPceNeg9DA/STtCptXAcXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1hToDU5vJtM/s400/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGPceNeg9DA/STtCptXAcXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1hToDU5vJtM/s400/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, college has started or at least orientation is done. So far, so good. I met Anna for lunch after orientation, gossiped'. I like the whole open mindedness about the place. The guy who did the whole counseling/sex ed thing was HILARIOUS. My seniors rock btw and yes, they have already started calling me SNOOP DOGG and did the whole "drop it like it's hot thing". ADP has a lot of korean people in it. According to my seniors ADP itself isn't big, i mean the population. Oh! and the good news, ADP will be moving to the new campus next year. Prayers worked! CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First semester, i've only got 2 subjects, ENG 101 and IT! ROFLMAO but they said the ENG 101 is shit hard and we have to do it in half the time the march intake students got. On another note, prom's coming up, July 13th. I think i'm gonna help out with the entertainment section cause the student council has really weird but cool people in them. LOL After prom will be the 1 month summer break. July 13th -August 17th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I think the main campus is scary, it's a different world altogether there! *gasps "the dark side"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3260345252524985773?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3260345252524985773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3260345252524985773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3260345252524985773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3260345252524985773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/snoop-in-college.html' title='Snoop&apos;s in College'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oGPceNeg9DA/STtCptXAcXI/AAAAAAAAAUA/1hToDU5vJtM/s72-c/DSC01687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-4521746381302682294</id><published>2009-05-08T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:03:05.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenting with Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/4484/bitchonflames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://img8.imageshack.us/img8/4484/bitchonflames.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I needed some inspiration, decided to go mess with lights with andy. This is what you get with 20 secs of an open lens and a Zippo lighter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-4521746381302682294?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/4521746381302682294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=4521746381302682294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/4521746381302682294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/4521746381302682294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/experimenting-with-light.html' title='Experimenting with Light'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-7360740277366606156</id><published>2009-05-05T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:34:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this shit out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3kyNGVK-hI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3kyNGVK-hI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took it to the next level!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-7360740277366606156?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7360740277366606156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=7360740277366606156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/7360740277366606156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/7360740277366606156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/check-this-shit-out.html' title='Check this shit out!'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-8561755229214040915</id><published>2009-05-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T10:06:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicky Cristina Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/28/Vicky_cristina_barcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 436px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/28/Vicky_cristina_barcelona.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you seen Penelope in this movie. I just saw it last night, I think she deserves that oscar now but the main reason for the post is the soundtrack. Go get it. Spanish guitar, I think im in love with spanish guitar music. SMILES. Gonna try to get one of the tracks for my blog background music, so ya'll can have a listen. Gosh ... ideas!!! Imagine what you can do with spanish guitar and beat. Maybe boom boom pow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-8561755229214040915?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8561755229214040915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=8561755229214040915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8561755229214040915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8561755229214040915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/vicky-cristina-barcelona.html' title='Vicky Cristina Barcelona'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-467391349752062246</id><published>2009-05-01T05:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T05:34:21.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X-men 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OrbpZEdQdUM/SdXVJtlgOgI/AAAAAAAABSw/W8JFd3T2vYk/s400/x_men_origins_wolverine_movie_poster4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OrbpZEdQdUM/SdXVJtlgOgI/AAAAAAAABSw/W8JFd3T2vYk/s400/x_men_origins_wolverine_movie_poster4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie is downright GREAT! The directing wasn't all that great, expected more from Gavin Hood, especially after what he pulled of with Tsotsi. I think it's just that scene where Hugh Jackman falls naked through the waterfall. Something was just off-putting. Then again, he did a great job at building the emotions throughout the movie. That's the one thing that all big-budget action film are missing and that's one of the reason why I think the Dark Knight was awesome. It's really important to tingle with the audience emotions through the movie, especially in the action flicks. All action and effects, may get you attention but the movie itself won't be remembered. *winks, or won't be blogged about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-467391349752062246?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/467391349752062246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=467391349752062246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/467391349752062246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/467391349752062246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/05/x-men-4.html' title='X-men 4'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OrbpZEdQdUM/SdXVJtlgOgI/AAAAAAAABSw/W8JFd3T2vYk/s72-c/x_men_origins_wolverine_movie_poster4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-1136564837822729562</id><published>2009-04-17T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:13:21.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game On!</title><content type='html'>Some people are going down. Watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-1136564837822729562?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1136564837822729562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=1136564837822729562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1136564837822729562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1136564837822729562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/game-on.html' title='Game On!'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-3354945386729947389</id><published>2009-04-05T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:01:15.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing with Bum Apprentice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sdjv8m-D9RI/AAAAAAAABIM/4Hdwb21PZEs/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sdjv8m-D9RI/AAAAAAAABIM/4Hdwb21PZEs/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321266784270284050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SdjwwjwdQGI/AAAAAAAABIc/HblmF90IFok/s1600-h/DSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SdjwwjwdQGI/AAAAAAAABIc/HblmF90IFok/s200/DSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321267676761112674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i haven't been writing about my outings recently cause i've got no pictures to go with them. So anyways, went out with wei ling 2day. GOD, that girl can make u do anything!!! Suppose to go to jemputree but once again it was closed. Then went to UPR, taught maybe they would hv something there but it was all CLOSED. Well at least someone was proud she gtg to UPR (in the day that is!). Then headed to my 2nd home/1st home GURNEY. Went to chillies, drinks came 1st, fuck u assholes, never send my drink 1st again!! Couldn't finish most of the food and Wei ate most of it... SO PROUD OF YOU! ..GOL.. (giggling out loud-to those that don't already know, shame on YOU!!) Then went to coffee island, "school girl's" FIRST TIME. Got ripped off, bloody drink was filled with ice till the brim. Then the clouds decided to start a war. Rushed home. AWESOME DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. someone scratched her car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3354945386729947389?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3354945386729947389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3354945386729947389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3354945386729947389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3354945386729947389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/04/outing-with-bum-apprentice.html' title='Outing with Bum Apprentice'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sdjv8m-D9RI/AAAAAAAABIM/4Hdwb21PZEs/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-8724766574508000926</id><published>2009-03-23T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:35:18.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wohOO! im 18 (Rated-R)</title><content type='html'>big deal.. thanks for the surprise bob, fu sheng, and andy. Notice that SOMEONE's fucking name is not here. That's why im so fucking pissed off. I left this island for 3 months and the gang's gotten uglier. Yours truely is okay, i won't say anything about her but you rather spend time with that fat fuggly shit than me! FUCK YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, on another note. Don't give me advice on how to be myself when i didn't ask you in the first place. If you're expecting a "sorry" from me, you DREAM ON honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. fuck college and fuck whoever who created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the f-bombs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-8724766574508000926?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8724766574508000926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=8724766574508000926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8724766574508000926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8724766574508000926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/wohoo-im-18-rated-r.html' title='wohOO! im 18 (Rated-R)'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-364044425843769462</id><published>2009-03-03T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:00:25.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me making movies</title><content type='html'>KRAZY.. i'm gonna try telling this in ONE sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were shooting the car scene and the cops came, next day went all the way to hollywood and to re-shoot the car scene, the day after that we had to shoot a florist scene and we had not permit (that's the way i role), went to the florist shop, the moment I took out the camera, the manager came out with a sledgehammer,  had to scram to a florist shop that was closed, manages to get all the shots i needed FINALLY!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sa4Y5wSe2GI/AAAAAAAABIE/QacF1QHD3ak/s1600-h/DSCF0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sa4Y5wSe2GI/AAAAAAAABIE/QacF1QHD3ak/s320/DSCF0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309208391210424418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sa4Y0n6JTPI/AAAAAAAABH8/r7tKQ99FTKk/s1600-h/DSCF0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sa4Y0n6JTPI/AAAAAAAABH8/r7tKQ99FTKk/s320/DSCF0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309208303061519602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sa4YucnrwRI/AAAAAAAABH0/eCfN8qbUrYY/s1600-h/DSCF0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sa4YucnrwRI/AAAAAAAABH0/eCfN8qbUrYY/s320/DSCF0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309208196952080658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-364044425843769462?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/364044425843769462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=364044425843769462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/364044425843769462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/364044425843769462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-making-movies.html' title='Me making movies'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/Sa4Y5wSe2GI/AAAAAAAABIE/QacF1QHD3ak/s72-c/DSCF0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-3483659045788003417</id><published>2009-01-29T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:03:20.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Tiffany's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.doctormacro1.info/Images/Hepburn,%20Audrey/Annex/Annex%20-%20Hepburn,%20Audrey%20(Breakfast%20at%20Tiffany's)_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.doctormacro1.info/Images/Hepburn,%20Audrey/Annex/Annex%20-%20Hepburn,%20Audrey%20(Breakfast%20at%20Tiffany's)_14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth time i have watched this one, im just drained out of emotions, audrey hepburn's eyes just sucked it all out of me. To me, this is the movie that proves alfred hitchcock's saying "dialogue should simply be a sound among other sounds , just something that comes out of the mouths of people whose eyes tell the story in visual" cause when watching this movie, i could mute the sound for 5 minutes and get what she was trying to portray. Her eyes just fills up the gaps that were once filled with questions that made me ponder for hours. They explain why i like the kind of girls that i like. Jon you know the kind. It's not cause of the mole. most definitely not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE love lurrvve audrey (long gone but very much alive)&lt;br /&gt;Prasham.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3483659045788003417?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3483659045788003417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3483659045788003417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3483659045788003417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3483659045788003417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/breakfast-at-tiffanys.html' title='Breakfast at Tiffany&apos;s'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-2079079358264547241</id><published>2009-01-20T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:03:25.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Myself</title><content type='html'>Went to see the counselor today, i thought to myself that i can't go on like this so i thought i would go see her. She had some good advice, she kinda changed my mindset on counseling. But it was all JUST WORDS to mellow the emotions. She told me to come see her again when i feel like it. I might. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like smoking again. I don't know what i'm doing with my life anymore. That email has kicked off a chain of unwanted emotions and wrong actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-2079079358264547241?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2079079358264547241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=2079079358264547241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/2079079358264547241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/2079079358264547241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/killing-myself.html' title='Killing Myself'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-6843633478829154685</id><published>2009-01-20T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:26:33.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what YOU mean to ME</title><content type='html'>i love filming more than myself, i love myself more than my family. That's me, im sorry if the rest of the world is different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE you more than my filming career. I'd give up filming to have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. That's what you mean to me, it's not another guy telling "i'll die for that girl" cliche. When i said "I LOVE YOU" it wasn't just "three letters, eight words", I actually MEANT IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-6843633478829154685?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6843633478829154685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=6843633478829154685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6843633478829154685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6843633478829154685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-what-you-mean-to-me.html' title='that&apos;s what YOU mean to ME'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-8399685952213943737</id><published>2009-01-12T22:17:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:33:31.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WH0OPS i skipped new year</title><content type='html'>Sorry sab, stupid connection died on me as i was about to upload em' . Here you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKU0e4mZBI/AAAAAAAABHQ/b6TqgWrgI6c/s1600-h/IMG_4719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKU0e4mZBI/AAAAAAAABHQ/b6TqgWrgI6c/s320/IMG_4719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292456141478323218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKSG0nddfI/AAAAAAAABHI/yaaa6O3b6x4/s1600-h/IMG_4722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKSG0nddfI/AAAAAAAABHI/yaaa6O3b6x4/s320/IMG_4722.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292453158014776818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKO7jChM5I/AAAAAAAABHA/AJJBsV8MpxM/s1600-h/IMG_4724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKO7jChM5I/AAAAAAAABHA/AJJBsV8MpxM/s320/IMG_4724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292449665782985618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKOAkcK_yI/AAAAAAAABG4/mSKazPaLdhA/s1600-h/IMG_4726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKOAkcK_yI/AAAAAAAABG4/mSKazPaLdhA/s320/IMG_4726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292448652546735906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea, i know new year big deal. 09, great cause 08 was fucked up, it was good in a way but the last month was the worst month of my life. seriously. anyways fuck 08. lets see what the new year has brought so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has brought new names into the list of "Places i've been to" and my filmmaking career has kicked off. shot my first short film. "mis en scene" that's what they call it. the title of my mis en scene is "BLUFF" the film has been sent for processing. I'll be editing it this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked in groups of four. 2day was the last day of shooting for our mis en scene. We went to Malibu to shoot one of the scenes with Miss Texas. It was great but tiring, i must say. Here are some pictures of Malibu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-8399685952213943737?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8399685952213943737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=8399685952213943737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8399685952213943737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8399685952213943737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2009/01/wh0ops-i-skipped-new-year.html' title='WH0OPS i skipped new year'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SXKU0e4mZBI/AAAAAAAABHQ/b6TqgWrgI6c/s72-c/IMG_4719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-1492309082606236881</id><published>2008-12-27T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:49:15.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New/Old Me!</title><content type='html'>December has been a suckie ass month, it's screwed up since the 1st. First I had fucked up problems with the prom committee, Then I had prom, if you wanna call it one, that is (i don't blame her for that, she's innocent, she just should have known it before prom).. After that my aunty got killed by a bunch of terrorist ( i wonder what goes through their heads before they carry out something like that, didn't god give everyone a heart, didn't god give everyone at least a set of feelings).. anyways psst.. KARMA motherfuckers !!.. see how you get it back in your next life. After that, lost one or two friends, doesn't really matter as they weren't even friends to begin with, so yeah! Then re-apologized to someone but NO, looks like it wasn't good enough. The next one is the one that really hurts like a bitch! but i shall not say it here cause then it might end up like that big facebook issue .. ooo . ahhh.. aww.. jeee which didn't even have the persons name on it btw!!.. I won't bring up the last one, it's just for me to know, it will forever remind me that you're twisted too. I will never forget this + it's the second time. You know i guessed it like long ago but kept telling myself it wasn't true cause you would have never done something like that to me. After that email, i keep pondering whether you hanged out with me cause of him or for me??.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enlighten our asians, yes i know I'm one and I'm proud to be one in a way BUT speaking from experience, asians are really really screwed up in almost every way possible, they're sick and twisted, never straight, full of hidden intentions and strings attached to whatever related to them. JESUS. CHANGE or happily live with your own kind cause no one outside that place you call home will except you with the fucked up attitudes you have. Start by learning how to be a real friend and not form clans and always stick to them. It might work in the small shit hole you live in, ONLY there and no where else. Don't believe me, GO AHEAD.. we'll see who's right. Next stop acting like bloody stuck-ups, not only we see this at the clubs (you fucking whores think you're hot &amp; sexy _ - _ bloody anorexic sluts that just know one bloody dance move) but we also see this among the closest of friends. I shall not say any more go figure who I'm referring to, YES IT'S YOU! There's a lot more by the way but what's the use if ya'll can't even achieve the 1st one. Just go be a kiasu! be happy with what you've got and wish the rest of the world never existed okay.. ?? go be happy! HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always reminds me that asians have a lot of culture. YES DAD, they have a shit load of one same screwed-up culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what i was afraid of loosing friends and not having anyone by my side, well fuck-that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new years resolution, loose as many friends as possible, the good ones, the one's that are worth it, the one's that need a sash that says "friends foreva" THEY will cling on to you no matter what. Not the sick and twisted with strings hanging from them like an octopus. GO fuck yourself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new me (actually it's the old but I just hid it), like it, GOOD. don't, FUCK OFF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-1492309082606236881?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/1492309082606236881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=1492309082606236881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1492309082606236881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/1492309082606236881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-time-yall-change.html' title='The New/Old Me!'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-6962082665688905398</id><published>2008-12-21T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T11:23:16.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Scene"</title><content type='html'>Green light i went, one bike shot pass me, i braked but who knew it was a race.. I continued to turn into my area 11200 BAMM!!Boom!! Next thing you know, mat rempit crew, car towing crew, 2 ambulance, 7 patrol cars (with all the lights and flashes could have have a breakdance showdown with both the crews) LOL.. Jeez man, it's not like Angelina Jolie got involved in an accident, it's just snoop dogg's long lost twin.. whoooppsss.. forgot, we're in Malaysia, Kay Po capital of the world.. there was this one cop that I think was trying to make a CSI video out of the whole scene. BTW the two guys that crashed into me nearly died. One guy dislocated his shoulder. Well, that's what you get for beating the lights!!.. "Do drugs, Don't beat the lights".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more including upcoming pictures live from the crime scene *with a low and husky voice*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SU6Nw-lUq6I/AAAAAAAABGY/tUAa7dZXxUM/s1600-h/IMG_4423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SU6Nw-lUq6I/AAAAAAAABGY/tUAa7dZXxUM/s320/IMG_4423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282315285524949922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SU6Ddw91zTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/_xeRbRDFxz8/s1600-h/IMG_4422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SU6Ddw91zTI/AAAAAAAABGQ/_xeRbRDFxz8/s320/IMG_4422.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282303960335895858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SU6DCcFjSkI/AAAAAAAABGI/F86_9OBpiXg/s1600-h/IMG_4421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SU6DCcFjSkI/AAAAAAAABGI/F86_9OBpiXg/s320/IMG_4421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282303490874624578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-6962082665688905398?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6962082665688905398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=6962082665688905398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6962082665688905398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6962082665688905398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/scene.html' title='&quot;The Scene&quot;'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/SU6Nw-lUq6I/AAAAAAAABGY/tUAa7dZXxUM/s72-c/IMG_4423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-3499154189531188394</id><published>2008-12-18T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T01:20:17.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/07_02/planeDM2207_468x336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/07_02/planeDM2207_468x336.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To those of ya'll who didn't already know that i'm leaving for the states on the 24th, well it's cause you suck as a friend and i think there's no reason you should know! so yeah, i'm leaving for a 2 month filmmaking course which begins on jan 5th. Leaving early so that i can spend Christmas and New Year with my cousins there. I wanna apologize to those friends that i consider "real friends", you know who you are, I'm sorry cause i can't spend christmas and new year with ya'll. Well, we'll catch up when i get back eh'. AND Lara, i'm sorry i won't be here to send you off and give you and awesome farewell party.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;~Sorry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS. To those who try to hide stuff from me, everything will eventually end up at my doorstep..!! so go ahead and waste your time hiding. You just drift us apart even more. You know sometimes i think, you don't really wanna be friends. You were never afraid to loose a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS. To ppl who think a sincere apology is not good enough and think you're all so great!, hah, i got nothing much to say to you. It's YOUR LOST, not mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3499154189531188394?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3499154189531188394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3499154189531188394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3499154189531188394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3499154189531188394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-8024372143554327800</id><published>2008-12-11T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:43:42.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me What You Know</title><content type='html'>Everyone lied, even the bestest of friends. Everyone knew, but they kept quite. Everyone thinks they're right, even when they know behind their heads that they're in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I KNOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-8024372143554327800?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8024372143554327800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=8024372143554327800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8024372143554327800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8024372143554327800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/tell-me-what-you-know.html' title='Tell Me What You Know'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-7628920259522755483</id><published>2008-12-11T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:20:57.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do you treat me like that, what did i do to deserve that. if you know  i love you and you can't except it, you don't have to treat me like how you are treating me right now just to show me that you don't like me. it would hurt less if you told me straight in my face. why do you do the stuff you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why'd you just have to go and see him? even after how he treated you, you put him above me on the night of my prom.&lt;br /&gt;why weren't you with me, where were you? i was involved a lot but if you wanted to be with me you would have been with me. &lt;br /&gt;when we walked in.. was it me or were you just avoiding me?&lt;br /&gt;and... one dance ? if you wanted it, you could have but you chose not to?&lt;br /&gt;You know what's the worst part, after all this, i still love you like i always did. I don't know how not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of memories you leave me with questions and endless pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. if you want love and nothing but love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're just being you but if you are then how could i have fallen in love with you in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-7628920259522755483?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/7628920259522755483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=7628920259522755483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/7628920259522755483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/7628920259522755483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-2076043794618262184</id><published>2008-12-02T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:58:10.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what happen?</title><content type='html'>I wish i could still look forward to prom like all of ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-2076043794618262184?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/2076043794618262184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=2076043794618262184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/2076043794618262184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/2076043794618262184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happen.html' title='what happen?'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-3208403234025350945</id><published>2008-12-01T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T05:22:17.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days in a row</title><content type='html'>We've been kickin' it like mad drunk fucks for the last four days.. so the alcohol jing-bang are taking a rest for the week.. we might do it all again come friday. lol.. you may be wondering how'd we come up with four days.. well we started the day before the EST paper, then the night after SPM, after that was jon's b'day and finally we kicked it off at MOIS to celebrate Jon and Sam's birthdays. Thanks Ryan for bringing all of us in!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Yeoh Ee-Jon got drunk! Now i know how he acts when hallucinations kick in! ROFLMAO. There are pictures for prove. Credit's to Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/STPkG0xwuhI/AAAAAAAABFw/VV28peDTzJc/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/STPkG0xwuhI/AAAAAAAABFw/VV28peDTzJc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274810394478688786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1107/24/20/669852933/n669852933_1193754_9313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1107/24/20/669852933/n669852933_1193754_9313.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1107/24/20/669852933/n669852933_1193753_8407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1107/24/20/669852933/n669852933_1193753_8407.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1107/24/20/669852933/n669852933_1193659_4058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v1107/24/20/669852933/n669852933_1193659_4058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-3208403234025350945?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/3208403234025350945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=3208403234025350945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3208403234025350945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/3208403234025350945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-days-in-row.html' title='4 days in a row'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_20zFj_fE8Us/STPkG0xwuhI/AAAAAAAABFw/VV28peDTzJc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723749990090914376.post-6214880630116430347</id><published>2008-11-25T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:12:13.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern</title><content type='html'>what i did was wrong and i have apologized. i'm not expecting you to forgive me but just so you know, it backfired on me worst then it did on you. I put that up on facebook, 10 + ppl commented, all 10 of them don't have a clue who you are what so ever. In my case, 'she' found out about what i did to you. YOU know what she means to me. i rather someone typed something bad about me with my name on it and send it to everyone on facebook rather then she finding out about what i did. whatever hope i had, it's over, it'll never happen now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying you told her but if you were intending on getting back at me, the worst thing that could hv happen, already did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have lost the one i love.. please, I don't need you to forgive me.. but please just leave me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. i will still stand against racism, i will not except the fact that just because HE was angry with me, he could post racist comments on my blog....  AND i will NEVER except him. NEVER DID!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so everyone knows.. i'm not looking for sympathy here! I did what i needed to do. One day, the time will come. when ya'll come back to this very post and THINK "he was right".. to that, i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like i said, " i judged everyone i know perfectly, i know that there's absolutely no flaw in my judgement " * if i knew there was, it wouldn't have ended up being a judgement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-6214880630116430347?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/6214880630116430347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=6214880630116430347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6214880630116430347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/6214880630116430347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-5412255285179873563</id><published>2008-11-08T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:02:51.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shit I'm Bringin'</title><content type='html'>I read swimyourwayout's blog aka Sam's blog recently. He had written a list of things he's gonna do after SPM. So since i've got absolutely no inspiration to write what so ever, I shall do the same. So here goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna SCREAM till my throat hurts! can't afford to loose my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna listen to pitbull's Krazy, 5 times straight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna have a bonfire to burn all my books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna do a movie marathon, min 3 movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna Prom shopping with someone. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start reading again, substantial books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start writing my script for my year end short film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna settle the application with NYFA and Columbia University.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go for Samuel's stay over and we're gonna cook and get drunk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna makesure sesame seeds watches a horror during his stay over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna hit the clubs. Anna Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start having sex with my saxophone (creating music, you pervs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start a SKYPE trend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna beg my parents for a Canon GL2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna Gurney pranking with sam and his siao siao crew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna discover new places to eat and refrain from going to Ananda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go for dance classes at Danzity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna start my freakin' gym again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna throw the most awesomest partaAy one day b4 new years eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna camwhore with all my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna make a trip to Singapore to do my shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna go for a concert if there's one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna smoke weed fo shizzle ~ and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna update my blog more often, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then just fcukin' wait, will you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-5412255285179873563?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5412255285179873563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=5412255285179873563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/5412255285179873563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/5412255285179873563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/11/shit-im-bringin.html' title='The Shit I&apos;m Bringin&apos;'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-8020560605141692672</id><published>2008-10-31T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:32:44.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat People Talking Thin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chm.bris.ac.uk/motm/acetylcoa/fat-thin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.chm.bris.ac.uk/motm/acetylcoa/fat-thin.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really can't stand fat people talking thin. What do i mean? well, I don't know whether you have come across some of these types, let me try to explain.. they try to pronounce words sexily and they try to modulate their pitch just to subconsciously feel appealing, i'm not denying their rights to feel sexy. I'm just saying they should just be themselves and talk with their low voices, it suites their physique. Just be yourself, and I for one love fat ppl who are true. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-8020560605141692672?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/8020560605141692672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=8020560605141692672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8020560605141692672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/8020560605141692672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/fat-people-talking-thin.html' title='Fat People Talking Thin'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-5703160148041702839</id><published>2008-10-30T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:54:22.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bitch was Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v338/85/97/683814070/n683814070_945974_2874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 287px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v338/85/97/683814070/n683814070_945974_2874.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booyaah.. fools proof surprise. you didn't have a clue. hahahh To those who don't know, today was one of my best friends birthday (yes, i believe in having a few bestfriends, avant-garde, yeah.. i know). There's a lot of me, that's me because of her. As a friend, if she's not down, she's the best person to tittle-tattle with. She knows all my secrets, 99.9% of them (the other 0.1%, if i ever get in to "the moment of truth") LOL She's the one that came up with one of my many-many nicks.. had to brag... "rice boy". She's one of the few that i still think is special. You don't get that last sentence very often from me. so yeah.. Anyways, i give you LARA. Happy birthday babe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-5703160148041702839?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/5703160148041702839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=5703160148041702839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/5703160148041702839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/5703160148041702839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/bitch-was-born.html' title='The Bitch was Born'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5723749990090914376.post-755383176940668696</id><published>2008-10-30T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:03:09.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/97338266_ed37f724df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/97338266_ed37f724df.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog. To define &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rant&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gossip&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let it all out&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;help friends&lt;/span&gt; who hate listening to my problems, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get out&lt;/span&gt; of the octagonal walls that im usually confine to, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspire&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;motivate&lt;/span&gt;, to create &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awareness&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;visualize&lt;/span&gt; expressions with words, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relief&lt;/span&gt; my boredom, to generate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;, to relief the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heebie-jeebies&lt;/span&gt;, to get your &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;concern,  &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; with words, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apprise&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relate&lt;/span&gt;. Most of all to tell you &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to make a change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723749990090914376-755383176940668696?l=theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/feeds/755383176940668696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723749990090914376&amp;postID=755383176940668696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/755383176940668696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723749990090914376/posts/default/755383176940668696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunconventionalmind.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-of-norm.html' title='Make a Change'/><author><name>|.!.|</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991198509946201931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/97338266_ed37f724df_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
