<?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-36246673</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:53:35.123+01:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Mix CD'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='The B-52&apos;s'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Amsterdam'/><category term='Romantic Comedy'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Ben Folds Five'/><category term='Film'/><category term='Fun Lovin&apos; Criminals'/><category term='Mix Tape'/><category term='Bic Runga'/><category term='Jump'/><category term='John Mayer'/><category term='Coffee'/><category term='Music At Knife Point'/><category term='Top Five'/><category term='Orson'/><category term='Silence'/><category term='Battle Royale'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Smoking'/><category term='Nick Drake'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Dave Matthews Band'/><category term='Matthew McAvene'/><category term='Jack Johnson'/><category term='DVD'/><category term='Crying'/><category term='School'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='Lemar'/><category term='Weed'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='James Blunt'/><category term='Foo Fighters'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Cigarettes'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Eggs'/><category term='Vandalism'/><category term='The Cure'/><category term='Drugs'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='Snow Day'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Jamie Cullum'/><category term='Counting Crows'/><category term='Jason Mraz'/><category term='iTunes'/><category term='José González'/><category term='Compliation'/><category term='CDs'/><category term='Thinking'/><category term='Mushrooms'/><category term='Pete Rock And C.L. Smooth'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='High Fidelity'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='Love'/><category term='High School Musicial'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Smoke'/><category term='Media'/><category term='Books'/><category term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Whatever And Ever Amen</title><subtitle type='html'>Fine pewter portraits of General Apathy and Major Boredom Singing...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-4099315144079840967</id><published>2008-04-06T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:44:52.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 305: Red, Rogue, Rojo, Rosso, Pula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2378187663/" title="Day 305: Red, Rogue, Rojo, Rosso, Pula... by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3125/2378187663_f5830522ba.jpg" alt="Day 305: Red, Rogue, Rojo, Rosso, Pula..." height="355" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So starting today, I am doing a colour themed week, following the days with the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/colormyworlddaily/"&gt;"The Color My World Daily"&lt;/a&gt; group on Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 306: Mr. Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2380504811/" title="Day 306: Mr. Orange by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2311/2380504811_b3888bde9e.jpg" alt="Day 306: Mr. Orange" height="308" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Orange day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently bought a few new t-shirts from the Threadless spring-clean sale and picked up this t-shirt, it's called, Colour Coded Criminals. Of course it's a play on the wonderful Reservoir Dogs and the characters Mr. Orange and Mr. White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Orange day, I thought this shirt would be perfect for the colour and rightfully so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 307: Flower Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2385025655/" title="Day 307: Flower Power by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2385025655_ebcccc95b0.jpg" alt="Day 307: Flower Power" height="259" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Yellow day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower power all the way! Today marks the day that Jimi Hendrix is my hero. For reasons unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 308: Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2385857198/" title="Day 308: Green Day by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2050/2385857198_ab4b39ccde.jpg" alt="Day 308: Green Day" height="298" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Green day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green is my favourite colour and it has been since I was very small. Green is the colour of trees, grass, &lt;i&gt;grass&lt;/i&gt;, apples, go, money, frogs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the British summer around the corner, because it's not quite here just yet. I can't wait to be spending my days in the sun, despite my heyfever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 309: I've Got The Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2386968059/" title="Day 309: I've Got The Blues by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2059/2386968059_71aca10f02.jpg" alt="Day 309: I've Got The Blues" height="500" width="349" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Blue day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It’s like chewing gum with your headphones on&lt;br /&gt;Drinking lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Chilling on the front porch after running ball&lt;br /&gt;Like you lost a twenty dollar bill&lt;br /&gt;You got a free ticket from the scratch and win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Its like the swimsuit issue&lt;br /&gt;Could I get a tissue?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its’ like you and your baby got nasty cut off and left alone now making eyes&lt;br /&gt;On the city bus again grandma cooks blueberry pie&lt;br /&gt;Little sister got a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;It’s like smoking the ride&lt;br /&gt;The final right&lt;br /&gt;The vinyl rides&lt;br /&gt;Blues music..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Blues Music" by G. Love &amp;amp; Special Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 310: If You Don't Want To, Why Didn't You Say So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2390723476/" title="Day 310: If You Don't Want To, Why Didn't You Say So? by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3203/2390723476_69dcfccd65.jpg" alt="Day 310: If You Don't Want To, Why Didn't You Say So?" height="500" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Purple day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just have to be honest and just say 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 311: Snow Puts Spring On Hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2391308169/" title="Day 311: Snow Puts Spring On Hold by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3102/2391308169_ccb66a608e.jpg" alt="Day 311: Snow Puts Spring On Hold" height="333" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Black and White day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by my Dad, he's told me it had snowed outside and it had settled too. I thought it was meant to be spring? We had some sunny spells throughout the week, it was a good sign that the sun will be shining soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, the April showers I expected, but not snow! Hehehe. This made me excited and I went outside to take a self-portrait, the snow was perfect for a black and white shot and eventually my brother came along and we had a small snow fight until our hands started freezing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last photo of my Colour Theme Week, hope you enjoyed the series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-4099315144079840967?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/4099315144079840967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=4099315144079840967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/4099315144079840967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/4099315144079840967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/04/colour-week.html' title='Colour Week'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3125/2378187663_f5830522ba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-8810375172908576101</id><published>2008-03-28T00:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:17:36.054Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mushrooms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weed'/><title type='text'>Re:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Thank You DeeJay"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear "You",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to type and type until I can't type anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't have asked for a better friend than my best friend. I never connected too well with males, probably because they are, well, males. They're men, real men, they like to do things that men to do and that's all stereotypical I know, but it's always applied to me really. Don't get me wrong, I have many male friends, but I don't connect with them as much I do with my best friend Sarah. Sarah, being a female name, in case you didn't guess already. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all had our share of best friends, companions and peers. Your best friend in primary school was probably the first guy you saw on the playground playing tag or stuck in the mud, of course he isn't going to stick with you because you're too different from him, he's a temp, but then you find that friend who just sticks, whether you like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is an example of this. I first met her properly on the playground, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ironically&lt;/span&gt;. I fell over and injured myself and her. We were both sent to the medical room for a wet paper towel for treatment. Heheh. We connected. It was there. We both know we weren't the most popular kids on the field, so we were on the same level, school was a terrible hierarchy. Cruel world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stuck it through, as casual friends throughout school and even to secondary school where we were placed in the same form group. Years went by and we both grew up, we found new friends, new interests, but we found ourselves in the same situation, I guess we were still both lost...&lt;br /&gt;I always found it cool that we were in the same lessons, Religious Education, History, Art, etc. A small chat from time to time never hurt, Sarah was an old skool buddy who was cool in my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till this day, I'm not entirely sure how Sarah and I became best friends. We just did. Maybe it's best that I don't remember, I'm having trouble recalling how it came about actually. I believe it was MSN, but that's just a guess. I had a 2 year relationship with my first love and during this time, as a blessing in disguise, Sarah and I became good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do things good friends do together, you know, hang out in each other's houses, catch a movie, party and whatever, we had different friends, it was an occasional thing. When trouble came along, Sarah was the only one who listened and until this day I thank her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could type and write down endlessly about the times she was there for me, but I don't want to, brings back some terrible memories and things I'd rather not think about. But I will write down this, because this is one of the most memorable days of my life, the day I thought I lost it all. Sounds epic, but it's just petty, I'm a total drama queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Sarah first, I didn't hesistate either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, she was always fucking there. Why did I tell her first, because she were the only who would understand. The others just sighed for me, told me I could do better, ripped into her and I didn't want that, not then, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah! I just remembered how we both started developing our sexual drives together, but not with each other, of course. Sarah had another Filipino on hand and I was falling for a girl who refused to accept that she was falling for a helpless kid like me. We both fell into trouble, because the two we were chasing were so alike, they didn't give a shit, whilst we did. And whilst I was chasing her and ending into dead ends, crying and feeling so fucking helpless after a night of ups-and-downs, Sarah reached out a hand and helped me back up and I did the same for her, we weren't going to give up that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would walk up to the City Center after Psychology and sit down and have a coffee and forget everything that was happening and happily sip down on a Starbucks Latté. Or take a bus up to work because I was too lazy to walk for 30 minutes or so, 4 hours on a Thursday night just connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer came and went and it was possibly the greatest time of my life. I never felt so close to my friends. I found love once again and once again completely infatuated with her. So in love that I forgot about everyone else. Love is not an easy game, attention has to put on her, and her only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that time when we scored and peacefully got high in her comfortable living room, where we spent some of our days. Yes, I know I broke our spit-hand shake promise, but that's Mary's fault, not mine. That day, I just wanted to stay there all day, listen to G. Love and close my eyes. It would have been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time I moved on and literally. I moved on down to Coventry whilst Sarah went down to Brighton. I remember visiting Sarah on her birthday and I've never seen her so scared. What was she scared for? She was always so ready to leave it all behind and start fresh, I was happy for her, even though I was the one who was angry at her for her needs. Selfish of me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong? I didn't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact of the matter, both of us weren't ready. When &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she &lt;/span&gt;drove away, I called Sarah and said, "She's gone." I sent long e-mails back and forth, updating each other on this new and exciting life ahead of us. And suddenly, it hit me. She was gone too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person I looked up to, was gone. Where did I stand? All hope was gone and I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do was watch. And I totally understand why you didn't tell me straight away and there's no hard feelings, because even after everything you were still looking out for my feelings too. Despite my disappointment, I couldn't help but feel happy for you. You deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's skip a few chapters shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amsterdam. There was something about my drugs trip that I reconnected with Sarah. Yes, we both know that we've grown apart and we're both doing our own thing, but we never lost what we had. During my first trip. I felt happy, I felt connected and I felt free. Typical right? But it's true. Damn mushrooms. Hahah. I connected with Sarah throughout the whole trip, just like the summer and it was good to have her around, I missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, I met up for Sarah to re-unite for a coffee alone. Time alone with Sarah was fantastic and a change of scene. I missed her. And I didn't realise this. It was just like old times. Sarah even bought me a cake to share and we wondered around the City Center, shopping with our eyes and stepping in and out of those tiles on the floor, in unison. Without realising it. Just like old times indeed. We both achieved what we wanted, I got the girl and Sarah got the placement for her eternal happiness (let's hope it works out this time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to be there for each other everyday because we are always going to be there for each other whatever the weather (probably rain, because England sucks like that.) And I love her for that. We got our whole lives ahead of us and I want you to be apart of it, well, not all of it, because that would be rude, but you know what I mean! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised you've even read this far and I'm glad you've made it. I have something to tell you. Well, a few things. One, go for it. Don't hold back and just let your emotions flow, as another young Filipino once said and still does to this day, "you only live once". I'm happy for you that you found someone who you can really connect with and who make you smile by just thinking of him, it's a beautiful feeling indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I found your ring. It was in my bag, I shall give it to you when I see you next, hopefully on Saturday if you're not staying the night. *wink-wink, nudge-nudge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sarah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-8810375172908576101?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/8810375172908576101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=8810375172908576101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8810375172908576101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8810375172908576101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/re.html' title='Re:'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-4857013510306247160</id><published>2008-03-27T03:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:01:52.761Z</updated><title type='text'>Day 300: Light Painting</title><content type='html'>65 days left to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2364917976/" title="Day 300: Light Painting by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2364917976_3ee580f8c3.jpg" alt="Day 300: Light Painting" height="500" width="402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Day 300, I've made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to do a 300 shot back when I started this project out, but that idea has become clichéd and obvious. Chris Mav already done it I believe. No reason why I couldn't do my own, I just didn't have the accessories for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages ago, I saw some light painting images and thought that would be a good idea for a milestone photo. So I applied it to this milestone, because from here on, it's straight for the goal and there's no stopping me now, I've come too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 26th 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/365days/"&gt;365 Days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-4857013510306247160?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/4857013510306247160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=4857013510306247160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/4857013510306247160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/4857013510306247160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-300-light-painting.html' title='Day 300: Light Painting'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2364917976_3ee580f8c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-7181291091257213423</id><published>2008-03-27T02:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:19.864Z</updated><title type='text'>The Cake Is A Lie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portal is a fun game. I recieved The Orange Box from my cousins for my birthday and this was the first I played when I opened it. I previously read a &lt;a href="http://www.thunderboltgames.com/reviews/article/portal-review-for-pc.html"&gt;review of Portal&lt;/a&gt; by my own cousin Craig at &lt;a href="http://www.thunderboltgames.com/"&gt;Thunderbolt Games&lt;/a&gt; and was looking forward to the experience of Portal.&lt;br /&gt;(Craig is a great writer and should check out his &lt;a href="http://www.thunderboltgames.com/viewstaff/34"&gt;reviews.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is actually quite dark and has some brilliant dry humour. I thoroughly enjoyed playing it and that's rare for me nowadays as I don't play many games these days. So I'm telling you, go out and play Portal, you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-sDGlyxCBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3xumT8qn4s0/s1600-h/Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-sDGlyxCBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3xumT8qn4s0/s400/Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182239207979026450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;the cake is a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the cake is a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;the cake is a lie!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RthZgszykLs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RthZgszykLs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RthZgszykLs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portal End Credits Song&lt;br /&gt;'Still Alive' by Jonathan Coulton&lt;br /&gt;Sung by Ellen McLain (voice of GLaDOS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-7181291091257213423?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/7181291091257213423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=7181291091257213423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/7181291091257213423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/7181291091257213423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/cake-is-lie.html' title='The Cake Is A Lie!'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-sDGlyxCBI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3xumT8qn4s0/s72-c/Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-8807716541171204175</id><published>2008-03-26T22:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:18:04.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Needs Some Time Alone</title><content type='html'>Of course they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being with her, no doubt about it, but sometimes I need my time alone. As they say, or as she says, time apart is time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get the chance, we spend as much time as we can together. I make the effort to come to down every other weekend via Virgin Train from Coventry University to spend my days with her, it's not that expensive either because I have a special discount card from my Dad which makes it cheaper for me to travel. And she does the same when she drives up every other week, spending petrol money just to come up and see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it can all become too much for me and I need some time alone. But why do I need time alone? To be honest, I don't really know this for sure. I guess some "me" time is good. I just spent 3 days straight with her in Amsterdam, waking up next to her, falling to sleep next to her, eating dinner with her, consuming illegal substances with her, I basically do everything with her. She went to Scotland to attend a family matter, whilst I stay at home doing absolutely nothing. We're spending time apart right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanted time away from her, because spending too much time with her can get too much at times, but I found out today that's not what I want. I want to be with her all the time, even if I don't. That doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as cliché as this sounds, I need her around and I accept that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that, in the past, in my other relationship, I wanted to be with her all the time and when she didn't, it destroyed me and I can never be to careful these days, I have to look out for myself too. Past is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is what I should looking out for, it's going to make all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;...And I want to be with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-8807716541171204175?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/8807716541171204175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=8807716541171204175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8807716541171204175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8807716541171204175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/everybody-needs-some-time-alone.html' title='Everybody Needs Some Time Alone'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-8861773331274697185</id><published>2008-03-26T00:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:13:20.454Z</updated><title type='text'>All Apologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="main"&gt;&lt;div id="m2"&gt;&lt;div id="m3"&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="errorHeading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;"&gt;When I attempt to delete that blank post underneath, "I Amsterdam", it gives me this shit...and there's nothing I can do about it, or shall I say, no easy solution around it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="errorHeading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are sorry, but we were unable to complete your request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;   &lt;p&gt;When reporting this error to Blogger Support or on the Blogger Help Group, please:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe what you were doing&lt;/strong&gt; when you got this error.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Provide the following &lt;strong&gt;error code&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;additional information&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" id="errorCode"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bX-l43g6j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ADDITIONAL INFORMATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div id="additionalInformation"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;b&gt;blogID:&lt;/b&gt; 36246673&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;b&gt;host:&lt;/b&gt; www.blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;b&gt;postID:&lt;/b&gt; 8350445754330220913&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;b&gt;uri:&lt;/b&gt; /post-delete.do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;This information will help us to track down your specific problem and fix it! We apologise for the inconvenience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/36246673-8861773331274697185?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/8861773331274697185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=8861773331274697185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8861773331274697185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8861773331274697185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-apologies.html' title='All Apologies'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-8325743171906114713</id><published>2008-03-25T23:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:58:03.147Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smoke'/><title type='text'>Smoke?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I was given the pack of 19 Black Devil cigarettes, I'm sure it's okay to smoke it? Right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm possibly the biggest hypocrite of them all and I hate myself for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I constantly tell her that she can't smoke cigarettes because it's bad for her and it's addicting. She always makes an effort for me, why can't I do the same for her?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should wait for her and wait for her trust before I do anything drastic and destory something good because of a stick?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-8325743171906114713?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/8325743171906114713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=8325743171906114713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8325743171906114713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8325743171906114713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/smoke.html' title='Smoke?'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-1746354768247537167</id><published>2008-03-25T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:16:01.872Z</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Loathing In Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>- COMING SOON -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-1746354768247537167?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/1746354768247537167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=1746354768247537167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/1746354768247537167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/1746354768247537167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/fear-and-loathing-in-amsterdam.html' title='Fear and Loathing In Amsterdam'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-5146848038540660336</id><published>2008-03-25T23:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:20:39.017Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mix Tape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mix CD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDs'/><title type='text'>Mix Tape</title><content type='html'>Or should I say, Mix CD? Mix Tape sounds more old skool though. This is a compliation I've recently complied from all the music I heard and connected to whilst I was in Amsterdam. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"Today" by The Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;"Kick Drum" by G. Love &amp;amp; Special Sauce&lt;br /&gt;"Subterranean Homesick Blues" by Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"D.A.N.C.E." by Justice&lt;br /&gt;"All Along The Watchtower" by The Jimi Hendrix Experience&lt;br /&gt;"New Slang" by The Shins&lt;br /&gt;"Three Little Birds" by Bob Marley&lt;br /&gt;"Fire" by Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Mandy" by The Spinto Band&lt;br /&gt;"Fire On The Mountain" by Asa&lt;br /&gt;"If You Don't, Don't" by Jimmy Eat World&lt;br /&gt;"Battle of Who Could Care Less" by Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;"Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head" by B.J. Thomas&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"Alone In Kyoto" by Air&lt;br /&gt;"Toxic Girl" by Kings Of Convenience&lt;br /&gt;"Northern Sky" by Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;"It's All Over" by Broken Family Band&lt;br /&gt;"Dark Water &amp;amp; Stars" by Natural Calamity&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"Munich" by Editors&lt;br /&gt;"Helicopter (Whitney Version)" by Bloc Party&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"Over And Over" by Hot Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-5146848038540660336?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/5146848038540660336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=5146848038540660336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/5146848038540660336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/5146848038540660336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/mix-tape.html' title='Mix Tape'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-9205174587892153125</id><published>2008-03-25T22:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:05:46.609Z</updated><title type='text'>Say It With Photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/sets/72157604232880458/"&gt;Amsterdam 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2359795144/" title="57 by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2381/2359795144_779b31d680_m.jpg" alt="57" height="180" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2359052803/" title="94 by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3112/2359052803_51443302e9_m.jpg" alt="94" height="240" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2360004678/" title="(Brom)fietsen Worden Verwijderd by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2360004678_1a283a53ae_m.jpg" alt="(Brom)fietsen Worden Verwijderd" height="240" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2359194083/" title="Smokin' by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2359194083_c09593347e_m.jpg" alt="Smokin'" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2359261415/" title="192 by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2164/2359261415_aa5935f300_m.jpg" alt="192" height="160" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/2359329927/" title="237 by deejaynye, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2117/2359329927_263b443a37_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" alt="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-9205174587892153125?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/9205174587892153125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=9205174587892153125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/9205174587892153125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/9205174587892153125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-it-with-photography.html' title='Say It With Photography'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2381/2359795144_779b31d680_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-8357548260732304535</id><published>2008-01-23T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:11:08.125Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>What Is It...</title><content type='html'>About love...?&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-8357548260732304535?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/8357548260732304535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=8357548260732304535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8357548260732304535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8357548260732304535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-is-it.html' title='What Is It...'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-2405546422330031591</id><published>2007-03-13T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:56:44.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew McAvene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><title type='text'>Understand This</title><content type='html'>I'll never understand the opposite sex and I'm sure the opposite sex will probably think the same with us. It's just, I don't understand them sometimes, or maybe I just don't understand myself? Heh. You won't ever really know if they're okay or not, or whether or not they are cool with you or anything really. I've had my fair share of female experiences, whether it's dating them, being in a relationship with them or even just being friends with them, I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; been everywhere with them, but still, I don't understand them as much I would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be better at this kinda thing. I ask if they're okay, they're "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;". But are they really? What do you want us to say? Or do? You want us to be concerned or do you want us to not to care and move on, because I certainly aren't sure myself. Whatever it is, I just want to know, properly. Yes, I guess I can understand that maybe you don't want to talk about it? But I'm up for listening, yes, I may not understand everything that you girls are saying out of your mouth, but I certainly can be your shoulder to lean on, so why don't you lean on me instead of bottling it up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this process of thinking and understanding the opposite sex, ultimately puts me in the mood, emotion and state of mind that the girl supposedly wasn't. Does that make sense to you? I've certainly made no sense in my writing, I'm just writing along here and there. Yes yes. Ok, I'm going off track a bit I know, usually, I start these posts with a friendly, "Hey!" or "Today I did this..." Maybe it's a good time to start already? I'll work backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut after school as my hair was starting to go all afro on me again. My Dad took me down to Wolverton and we dropped his car off to a hand car wash service and walked down to the Agora. I wasn't overally satisfied with my hair at first, but after a shower, I guess I have to accept it really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beforehand, I had free lessons, where I just spent my days reading my book, which currently is a novel by Mark Haddon and it's called, "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time". I just was caught onto the book and wasn't really in the mood to talk to Pete, Sarah, Mark, Lizi and Cece. Nothing against them, just, I don't know, wasn't in the right frame of mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of school wasn't particularly interesting either. What more can I say? I'm sorry for the negative tone that I've written in tonight's blog entry, I wish it were more cheerful and somewhat positive. Hopefully I'll brighten up by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Matthew McAvene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; Brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; 777&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I've still lost of my files, so I've resorted to MySpace, the Archive and good old CDs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-2405546422330031591?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/2405546422330031591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=2405546422330031591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/2405546422330031591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/2405546422330031591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2007/03/understand-this.html' title='Understand This'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-9023314138319724427</id><published>2007-03-06T21:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:11:14.607Z</updated><title type='text'>I Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>Hey hey. I came back from my Amsterdam trip last night. It was amazing. I enjoyed myself very much, I'll go through it day by day to make it easier to read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/deejaynye/sets/72157594570906184/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for the pictures on my Flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 2nd March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I went home from school early and arrived at my house at 1pm, where Leigh was waiting to come inside my house already. We ordered pizza, but it came quite late, not usual for the pizza place we order from. I watched the new episode of Naruto Shippuden, Tom and Leigh already seen it, but didn't mind watching it again. Twas an amusing episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz and Co. picked us up at around 2.30pm - 3pm and we were on our to Luton airport. We put in one of Marshall's mix CD's which he made for us for the trip, but I didn't have enough time to rip it on my PC. He put some pretty good tunes on there and we were all thankful for Marshall for doing it for us, after all the shit he has been through. Love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the airport earlier than expected as the roadworks didn't stop us at all, it was perfectly fine actually. We all just chilled out out at the airport, waiting for the checkout time, so I bought myself a magazine to read and such. After checkout, we proceeded to go through those metal detectors, seems like I got searched as I forgot to take off my belt. Lame. It was funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/411121245_0fd1108149_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/411121245_0fd1108149_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what time our flight was, but we spent some time in Duty Free before anything. Tom and I played on some old skool arcade machines, seems like I got the high scores! Wahey! A bunch of us were trying on some sunglasses and I must say Tom looked pretty good in some of the shades that he picked up. I'll wait till summer until I get a new pair or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plane, I sat next to Cece and Liz and I took the window seat. Although, there was ice on my window, so I couldn't see clearly outside the window. Not that it mattered anyway, seeing as it was pitch black. The lights were pretty though. The flight only took about 15 minutes, in which, I was on the back of the plane, waiting to go past the drinks thingy. Whilst in the toilet, we got turbulence and that threw me off guard. Heheh. Also on the plane, some people were shouting, "Where's Kevin?", like from Home Alone, then someone shouted out, "Where's Marshall?" XDDD! I was in hysterics! Seemed like we were having fun already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all very exciting stepping down into the Netherlands! I couldn't help but jump around all hyper, it was indeed somewhat of a rush. At the airport, Mark got lost and already problems were starting. Heheh, but I was the one who noticed he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like we'd have to get two taxis to the hotel, a car of 8 and 4. A bunch of us went in the people carrier, and Mark broke the seat, so Leigh had to sit on it. That was humorous to say the least. The taxi ride took ages, the hotel was far, seems like we'd have to do some big ass treks just to get into Amsterdam itself. The fare went up to €75. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel was beautiful and very posh. It had a bar and the rooms were very spacious. I quite liked the hotel location, it was in the middle of nowhere! Heheh. There was a small lake nearby and also a castle/manor house of some sort. We spent the night at the bar, where we met the nicest and coolest bartender ever, his name was Andrew and he spoke great English, with that Dutch accent though. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a few drinks here and there, including Sambuca, Passoa, White Wine and Southern Comfort and Coke. Before I knew it, I was already drunk, tipsy and all happy. Everyone seemed to be drunk by this point, apart from the people who weren't drinking. I will mention no names. I played some music on my phone, seemed like everyone dug my Beastie Boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/411122228_00ec113d9b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/411122228_00ec113d9b_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/411122146_87fd300e60_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/411122146_87fd300e60_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all went back to our rooms around 12am, I hung out with Livia and Liz in their room, and Sophie invited us back into their room and so we all moved into there. But in the end, we all spent the night in the same bed, chatting until 5.30am in the morning. It was Liz, Livia, Sophie, Leigh and Cece all in one bed. It was fun though, we had a great laugh and also got into deep conversation at one point, which was good, I felt we all got closer together. We had to get up at 8am to meet up and get ready to go into Amsterdam itself. So we all just got around 2 hours sleep maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 3rd March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us five were pretty much tired in the morning, but we all survived. We all got ready for 8am, to find that LJ was still in her PJs? But I swear I heard her say, let's ALL meet at 8am? Oh well, Tom, Leigh, Mark and I all went down to the breakfast room for breakfast, obviously. The food there was nice and tasty, good quality stuff, that's what you expect for an expensive and posh hotel eh? We were only allowed to go up once though, so Leigh only got a piece of bread, unaware of the rules and paid €18 for a piece of bread for breakfast. It was quite amusing. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were all ready by about 9.30am or so, I forgot what time we all were eventually together. We walked to the bus stop and it was raining unfortunately. So glad I brought my umbrella though, that worked wonders. The public transport in the Netherlands is amazing, the buses were right on time and the bus itself was classy in it's own right. The train station wasn't far from the hotel itself, so it was quite a short bus ride. The train station wasn't modern, but not old. Random graffiti planted everywhere, it was nice to see the cultural graffiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train also came on time, and it was also double decker! Wow. Never seen anything like it, it was nice to look at and, I just realised now, but it was for first class, oh well, we never got questioned, we are foreigners! The train ride though, was long, but it flew on by because I spent my time staring out of the window, looking at the view. They weren't exactly the best views, but it was interesting being in another country altogether. Holland has a lot of water though, trust me on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into Amsterdam and it was busy busy, but I like the city life. The first thing though, when we get into the lovely city of Amsterdam is an outside urinal. And around 2 guys peeing in it, freely, without a care in the world. My thoughts were: WELCOME TO AMSTERDAM! Heheh. It was amusing to see and I was very tempted to use it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down one of the main streets and made our visit into the sex museum. Man, what a weird place, but it made me laugh and giggle at the most ridiculous things I've ever seen in my life. The black room was too much for me though, as soon as I saw animal porn, I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/411123986_f99c93067f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/411123986_f99c93067f_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After so, we spent AGES going through similar souvenir shops, I bought presents for my family and friends. Lots and lots of sexual and drug references in their products, it was hard to find a clean one for my brother. Heheh. After spending ages ages in these shops, we were getting pretty hungry, so where do we decide to go? McDonald's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, FUCKING McDonald's. Grrr. Where's my Argentinean steakhouse? Or my Indonesian dish? Damn. I felt like the only one like screaming out, but for arguments sake, I decided against it, I didn't want to cause conflict or look like I was being the wet rag, so I kept my mouth zipped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, in Amsterdam, McDonald's, very very similar to the McDonald's in UK, USA, Spain, France and Portugal, there was a guy trying to use UK pounds to pay for his meal. He wasn't even English!? What the fuck? I mean seriously? Also, pigeons in the store. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finally moved off that street and into the Dam Square. A bunch of us wanted to go to Anne Frank's house, but supposedly it would be full of queue's and shit? Damn, what a disappointment, again, no disagreeing here, I just went with the flow, kinda like water, isn't that right Bruce Lee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dam square was beautiful, street performers and such a lively and busy environment. Reminded me somewhat of Barcelona. We all decided to go to The Amsterdam Dungeon. It was really really cool in there and there was this "hot" guy that all of the ladies couldn't take their eye off. Heheh, I don't blame them though. The dungeon was fun and entertaining to be in and the staff were friendly. The tour was quite lengthy, but it went by quite quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all bought photos of the trip inside Amsterdam Dungeon and I bought a nice shot glass from there for Marshall boy. We proceeded to go back to Amsterdam Square, where we saw a cool street performer from Canada. He was cool and made a lot of us laugh, especially Sarah. Although, he kinda pushed the limit too far at times, it was quite extreme. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/411125047_12bf0b0141_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/411125047_12bf0b0141_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We all wandered off into a street and ended up in a Little Chinatown, does every city have a Chinatown? Heheh, great. I think we were near the Red Light District as we saw some sex shops along the street. There was a nice canal along the street too. I took some pictures, trying out my photography skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, we were all pretty tired, but I was definitely up for much more. I wanted to visit the Van Gough museum. I really really wish we did too you know, but again, we couldn't due to certain reasons or some shit like that. To say the least, I was very disappointed that we couldn't go, I really wanted to visit that museum too. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to go home. So we did. Goodbye Amsterdam, I really did love you. I really did. I will visit you again, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, there were problems ahead. Inevitable really though when we had that amount of people on the trip. LJ tried to book a table for 12 really late and we couldn't get any placements, so we just ended up pizza in our rooms. LJ was quite upset over this, so she spent her time in her room with Jason and the rest of us listened to my iPod and ate pizza altogether. It was fun, we were listening to Queen. The usual Bohieman Rhapsody and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us went out to take a "walk" into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't actually verbally say I did it on this blog, but you can guess what I did during this time. I was very nervous and I even had doubts doing it. I was somewhat scared for myself and I knew I was going to change during this phase. Nevertheless, I went through with it. It was such a weird but unforgettable experience. Out there, staring into the moon and stars, it was a good way to do it, it helped relax me, aswell as the actual thing itself. Heheh. I won't lie though, I did enjoy myself and it was something I don't regret doing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, I was giddy and happy all of a sudden. I never appreciated the trees and nature so much in my life. Oreos never tasted better and glasses of alcohol were never so amusing as I thought they should be. I decided to drink to add to this sudden rush of happiness. I got pretty wasted by this point, a mixture of being high and drunk. Everyone though, had a good time, we brought my iPod connector downstairs and listened to the tunes on there. Heheh. At one point I was dancing like an idiot to the Beastie Boys with Sarah. That was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/411126226_f53a493f5d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/411126226_f53a493f5d_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/411126507_7ac1e81011_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/411126507_7ac1e81011_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/411126882_f6c37abae8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/411126882_f6c37abae8_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it, it was "bed time". We all decided to crash down at Liz and Liv's room. Still recovering from earlier, I was still pretty much giddy and spaced out. Liv was offering M&amp;amp;M's and Liz thought it would be a good idea to shove them up my nose instead. In doing so, I wasn't able to breath and I was laughing at the same time. It was classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a.."try href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/411127414_651c91a8dc_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/411127414_651c91a8dc_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a.."try&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I visited Mark and Leigh's room, saying goodnight and Sarah said that most random comment ever made in history and said, "DeeJay, you have a really nice package". o_0? WTF? XDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;That was something I'll never forget. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to stay up and talk to the guys, but I fell asleep at around 2am, I was very exhausted from the night before and the travelling we did all day. Seems like the guys who didn't sleep late the other night stayed up this time until 6.30am and did what we did. That was cool of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 4th March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We woke up slightly later than last time, say around 10am. Which was good, I got alot of sleep this time and felt somewhat refreshed. I didn't feel any after effects of my antics last night, but Livia did. Unlucky for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was very unorganised, so Leigh, Sophie, Cece, Sarah and I decided we should go on a bike ride and explore the nearby town and village. The bike in Amsterdam are the coolest bikes I've ever ever ridden in my life. They were awesome. You had to pedal backwards to brake and the handle bars were on the side. There was even bike lane on the road, God, I love Holland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed into Leigh after he showed off in front of me as a car was coming the other way. Hehehe. OMG! It was so funny. It left a massive bruise on his leg. Ouch! The bike ride was awesome and I saw some hot girls on the girls bikes too. We also played in a random park near a small village. We had to go back to the hotel to meet the others for lunch. We went into the town center and ate in a resturant there. A chinese one to be exact. It was okay to be in there, we had some great conversations in there. Like, whoops, Leigh, you dropped 20p. XDDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was over before we knew it and we walked around town even more. Holland is very traditional and all of the stores were closed on a Sunday. So it was quiet and almost like a ghost town. We had fun telling jokes out and about, just chilling and getting closer as friends. We found a ice cream parlour and bunch of the guys got some ice cream, but I was still full up from the previous meal. Heheh. Sarah though, licked cream off my nose? Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave the lovely country of Holland. The trip seemed so damn short and it was sad to go as I had a pretty damn good time hanging out with my friends and I felt we all got closer as friends, I really learnt that I have the most amazing set of friends. To all you guys. I love you. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time at the airport playing card games, especially cheat/bullshit, where most of us participated. It was awesome and so funny too. I was pretty good at that game and even helped Sarah get through that game. Heheh. We played with Kama Sutra cards mind you. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all split up and shopped around in duty free. I spent my time with Liz, Liv and Sophie, browsing various shops and looking at the cheap alcohol. Heheh. So tempting. I actually regret not buying any now. Poo. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was delayed, so we did a lot of shuffling around the waiting area, but I didn't mind all that much. On the plane I sat next to Sarah and Liz, where they were doing seductive poses and shit. I had enough of that, so I licked my hand and wiped it on Sarah. XDDDDD!!! It was random but amusing for all three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the airport, I felt sad that the trip was over. =( I was going to miss it all. Even the sides of people that I've never seen before. Hopefully they'll return one day. My Dad picked us from the airport and we dropped Leigh and Tom off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the holiday was amazing, I had the most fun with my friends, although, it had it's ups and downs, but in the end, I can't complain because being with my friends was the thing. I am sorry Marshall that you couldn't come. I dedicated a drink to you my friend. You were greatly missed and we will all make it up to you. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could rape him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Feeder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; The Singles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length:&lt;/span&gt; 4:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/36246673-9023314138319724427?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/9023314138319724427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=9023314138319724427' title='0 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Post)'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-1205667307556112716</id><published>2007-02-13T22:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:33:28.258+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Boys Don't Cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would say I'm sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I thought that it would change your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've said too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Been too unkind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to laugh about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cover it all up with lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laugh about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause boys don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would break down at your feet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And beg forgiveness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plead with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's too late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now there's nothing I can do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I try to laugh about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cover it all up with lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause boys don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I thought that you would stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know that it's no use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you've already &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gone away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Misjudged your limits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pushed you too far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Took you for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought that you needed me more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I would do most anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To get you back by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep on laughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiding the tears in my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause boys don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys don't cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If there was one song I wish I wrote, it would be this one. It's perfection. About a guy, who broke up with his girlfriend and tries to cover up the fact he's upset by laughing about it because it's known that boys don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qo9mGjinhy0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qo9mGjinhy0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boys Dont Cry" by The Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-1205667307556112716?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/1205667307556112716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=1205667307556112716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/1205667307556112716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/1205667307556112716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2007/02/boys-dont-cry.html' title='Boys Don&apos;t Cry?'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-3169862926759015502</id><published>2007-02-10T23:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:29:20.931Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Lovin&apos; Criminals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High School Musicial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Counting Crows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CDs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bic Runga'/><title type='text'>And Just Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/Rc-GEJC81HI/AAAAAAAAABI/SktWNrCG1aY/s1600-h/DSCF1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/Rc-GEJC81HI/AAAAAAAAABI/SktWNrCG1aY/s320/DSCF1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030386714502026354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I opted to go to school on Friday as it was the last day of term, I wanted to spent it with my friends and such, plus I don't mind fridays all that much anyway. So I didn't want to take the bus, so I asked my Dad to take me to school with his work run. Which is at like 7.30am, so I arrived at school at 7.50am to find that we were re-directed to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another snow day. Never in the history of my education life, I've never had two snow days in a row, let alone two snow days in a year! It was quite exciting and awesome all at the same time, seems like we got an early half-term! There is a God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz invited me over to her house to go sleding and have snowfights down at her area. This is because we live quite close to each other, which we never realised. To get there though, I took a number 5 bus and stopped outside the Concrete Cows. It was about 11.50am by this point. So Liz, Emily (Liz's Sister) and I went sleding down this cool hill, with a ravine at the end, so it was quite dangerous too! It was fun though, I'd never been sleding before, so I had loadsa fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had a really cool snowfight in the open field, I was used to hiding behind cars on my battlefriend, but oh well, I think I did pretty well, we all ended up lying in the snow and make snow angels and what have you. It got pretty cold and started to snow once again, we decided to go inside and have some hot chocolate and watch movies instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like, we decided to watch the High School Musicial. WTF? That film had me doing this 0_0 half of the time, we stopped watching after about 30 minutes or so and decided to watch Heroes instead because we both know it's so much l33t than that! Heheheh. I went home at 4pm because I was actually so cold, I also missed my bus, which didn't help. =.=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went along to the Valentine's Party down at The Windmill. It was a tad bit crap at first, just a bunch of Year 12's dancning and prancing around like idiots and such. They even managed to break a table and dropped like 10 glasses. Idiots. But the upside is that I got served at the bar. I decided to pace myself and didn't actually get all that drunk until like the last two hours, so it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't turn out all that bad at the end, the music though, was kinda shit, the DJ kept speaking over the tunes and it wasn't really Valentine's, more Drum&amp;Bass and Mainstream Pop. Not alot of Year 13's turned up either, but a handful of my friends came and that's what matters eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a fun few days, memories will be always here in my head, great times I say. Oh, Liz went to Austraila today, hope she has a good and safe trip over there, plus she's going to Singapore! I envy her so much! &gt;_&lt;;;  I bought Bic Runga's CD and Fun Lovin' Criminal's Greatest Hits, so more listening material for me. Heheh.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; Big Yellow Taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; Films About Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length:&lt;/span&gt; 3:44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this cover, it's nice and I keep listening to it. I ordered their greatest hits to see what they're all about. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-3169862926759015502?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/3169862926759015502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=3169862926759015502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/3169862926759015502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/3169862926759015502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-just-like-that.html' title='And Just Like That'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/Rc-GEJC81HI/AAAAAAAAABI/SktWNrCG1aY/s72-c/DSCF1410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-3709053927776387173</id><published>2007-01-02T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:59:34.543+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lemar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iTunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>Close My Eyes</title><content type='html'>I want to write about something but I am not so sure what to write about. I could just describe what I did today, but to be honest, it wasn't a particularly interesting day. It's just as generic and the same as the last day and it's like someone is pressing repeat on iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, when you lay there in your bed and you think about things. Well, it's not healthy for you, but you probably know that already. I was thinking over my past relationship with Maye and the person that I've become now. Also, thinking about the future and what lies ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I felt down a bit yesterday, because, I am scared. Scared of getting nowhere and it is a possibility. Getting left behind is one of my fears right now, I want to get it right. I did something wrong to lose Maye, but I don't want to fail again. It's such a terrible feeling. Maybe I didn't do anything wrong, maybe it was just time? (You might agree with me here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I learnt so much with being with Maye. I won't ever forget my time with her, because, in honest truth, it was the best time of my life. You woke up everyday, knowing that somebody loves and cares for you, she was here everytime I needed here. Relationships have always been positive for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's funny that you don't realise the lyrics of these sad love songs on the radio, but one that sticks out in my mind is song by Lemar, and it's called, "It's Not That Easy" and it's has the most beautiful lyrics I've ever read. Ever felt that a song was written for you, like it was made because of you? Well this is one of the songs, it reaches out to me so personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XziQOgChFrA"&gt;Music Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricspy.com/164841/Lemar_lyrics/It_s_Not_That_Easy_lyrics.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to close my eyes and forget the world was here for just a minute to relax my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Orson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; Already Over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; Bright Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length: &lt;/span&gt;3:52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Lyric&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate the fact that I'm still in love with you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already over, we can't move forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let's move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bye-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-3709053927776387173?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/3709053927776387173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=3709053927776387173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/3709053927776387173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/3709053927776387173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2007/01/close-my-eyes.html' title='Close My Eyes'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-8254660896999900628</id><published>2007-01-01T18:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:59:01.046+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I feel like crying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-8254660896999900628?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/8254660896999900628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=8254660896999900628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8254660896999900628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/8254660896999900628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2007/01/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-2779112995636291586</id><published>2006-12-29T21:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:54:41.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foo Fighters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Top Five'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Fidelity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DVD'/><title type='text'>High Fidelity</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to watching this film today. I read the book a month ago or so. (Not sure, check my archives! :p) and I loved it. It's mainly about music, so I can relate. The love story is great and somewhat a statement on what men are really like inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I realised there was a film based on the book, starring John Cusack and Jack Black, I wanted to watch the film straight away. Jack Black plays the role of Barry very well. Even if the book is set in London and the film is set in Chicago, it works very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I watched that when I got home from the Nye residence today, I finished watching around 5.50pm and decided to set up my PSTwo and my iDock that I recieved. I thought I'd stick in my Foo Fighters DVD I got from Christian for Christmas. I absolutely love it and I want to buy the CD now aswell. It's such a different approach from their normal tracks and very reminisent of Nirvana's Unplugged performance. Dave Grohl talks about Kurt Cobain and Nirvana in the DVD too, and even performs two of the songs he wrote whilst in Nirvana, Marigold and Friend of a Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the lines of High Fidelity, I'll make it Top 3, not Top 5 because I haven't decided on it as of yet, but here are my Top 3 records:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Flake" by Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;2. "Emaline" by Ben Folds Five&lt;br /&gt;3. "Everlong" by Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought hard about this list and have done since reading High Fidelity. But this is what I got so far, hopefully I'll be able to get 2 more to make a Top 5. I'll have to do a lot more listening and maybe look into what CD's I have or songs that changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go to sleep soon as I have work at 7.30am. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Foo Fighters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; Skin And Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; Skin And Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length:&lt;/span&gt;4:00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-2779112995636291586?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/2779112995636291586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=2779112995636291586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/2779112995636291586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/2779112995636291586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/12/high-fidelity.html' title='High Fidelity'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-3528407981212346810</id><published>2006-12-28T13:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:52:22.515+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Fidelity'/><title type='text'>Rom Coms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/be/Serendipity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 392px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/be/Serendipity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why, but lately I've seen a few share of Romantic Comedies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I hate them, but I could be watching something different, you get me? But these films reach out to me. I feel somewhat affected by them, y'kno, I hate being a bit sensitive sometimes, but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to avoid watching Rom Coms all the time. I recall a time when I was browsing the Milton Keynes Library with Maye and she'd always pick out a Rom Com. I'd usually object to this idea and we'd usually end up choosing an action movie of some sorts. One time, I remember having a conversation with Maye about this film called, "Sliding Doors". We went to the MK Library to rent it out, but it wasn't there, so Maye even insisted that we buy it from HMV. She did you know. Maye is a persistant person, well, she was when she was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Sliding Doors with her and I enjoyed it. At the time though, I just thought it was another movie to watch, but now that I am thinking about it, why didn't I appreciate that I was with Maye, watching this film she bought, just so we could watch it together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching, "Serendipity", starring John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale. And it's about fate and it really got me thinking. One of the things Maye and I used to rely on, well sometimes, was the guidance of God to take us where we needed to go. I think God blessed us both. That's honest truth. Through Maye, I've learnt what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched "While You Were Sleeping" last night and I just finished watching "Serendipity", now I want to continue this John Cusack phase and watch "High Fidelity" since I read the book. I heard the movie was good too, plus, it's got Jack Black! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have watched these films with her, it would have made so much more sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist:&lt;/span&gt; Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;/span&gt; Northern Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album:&lt;/span&gt; Way To Blue: An Introduction To Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length:&lt;/span&gt; 3:44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Lyric:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been a long time that I'm waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-3528407981212346810?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/3528407981212346810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=3528407981212346810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/3528407981212346810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/3528407981212346810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/12/rom-coms.html' title='Rom Coms'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-116553118695361591</id><published>2006-12-07T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:30:01.360+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pete Rock And C.L. Smooth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Just Pondering</title><content type='html'>Pondering about what you ask? Life in general. Love, the future, the past, the present, work, school and university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good conversion with Anisha at work today. She's really cool and a good person to talk to, and she really makes me feel happy when I talk to her. I was also talking to Jen and she was helpful too. With Anisha, I was discussing my whole philosophy of love and the kind of person I am, do girls really dig what I believe and the way I am? What if they don't? It's all confusing, this stage in life, something good will happen to me, I just have to wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I did my presentation with Marshall on Science-Fiction in Media Studies today. It went okay, but the class were so unresponsive, so it was awkward trying to get through to them. I showed them clips from Terminator 2: Judgement Day, Star Wars and The Matrix. I wanted to show the class clips from Heroes but there was no PC in the room and I had a data disc unfortunately. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have my Christmas shopping list in my head done. It doesn't come out too expensive either which is good for me. I'll get it done after work on Saturday, despite the queues and the rush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist&lt;/span&gt;: Pete Rock &amp; C.L. Smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song: &lt;/span&gt;They Reminisce Over You [T.R.O.Y.]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Length: &lt;/span&gt;4:46&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-116553118695361591?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/116553118695361591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=116553118695361591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116553118695361591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116553118695361591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-pondering.html' title='Just Pondering'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-116422584608612975</id><published>2006-11-22T19:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:06:45.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The B-52&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vandalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eggs'/><title type='text'>Thirty Eggs</title><content type='html'>I think I grew up too quickly and didn't spend the time ever being a destructive kid, I always left that to my brother. When I was young I was always the sensible one, not that I didn't do anything destructive or daring, just I never liked the concept of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Gavin, Peter, Marshall and I decided to go a car trip at the last minute as all of us were walking out of school. It wasn't exactly planned, more on-the-spot movement. Peter thought he'd be smart and bring an egg along on our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the funniest parts of our journey is when Mark was doing 20mph on a busy road and all of us just couldn't stop laughing as we got tailgaters and angry queue of cars behind us! XDD!!!&lt;br /&gt;We stopped off at Asda and Peter bought 30 eggs for £2.34. Peter and Gavin seemed to have wasted the eggs easy, but eventually they hit targets. One of the worst accounts is when Peter threw an egg, unware of pedrestrians and hit a car and the egg splat all over the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game finished when Gavin threw the egg and it exploded in the car and went all over the interior. OMG! One of the funniest things I've seen, and probably most retarded aswell. It was absolute havoc as we had Mark going crazy, Gavin screaming for tissues, Pete and Marshall in uncontrolable laughter and I was frantically trying to find the dry wipes! XDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/740/4047/1600/Image004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/740/4047/320/Image004.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up from a small nap because I fell asleep while watching Crime Story. The thing is though, that I wasn't really that tired, I guess it was the car trip? Oh well, it was a good nap and I guess I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;: "Good Stuff" by The B-52's&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              "Well...Here it is / Here it is / Here it is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-116422584608612975?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/116422584608612975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=116422584608612975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116422584608612975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116422584608612975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/11/thirty-eggs.html' title='Thirty Eggs'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-116345166501553934</id><published>2006-11-13T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:58:31.029+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Mayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie Cullum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason Mraz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Matthews Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José González'/><title type='text'>Put The Color Inside</title><content type='html'>Lunch time discussion was quite fun today, joking around with the gang and having good laugh. Just I will never take in the song, "Jump" by Van Halen the right way ever again! I made a Christmas Presents List today, and got a rough idea of what get to everyone. There goes my November paycheck. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded two albums today to get some new music into my library, of course I will eventually buy them. I downloaded, "The Best Of What's Around Vol.1" by Dave Matthews Band and "Heavier Things" by John Mayer. Going back to my Acoustic mode and I noticed most of my acoustic artists start with J.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Johnson, José González, James Blunt, Jamie Cullum, Jason Mraz, John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy the tracks, "Daughters" by John Mayer and "Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band and I recommend you give those tracks a listen at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music: &lt;/span&gt;"Crash Into Me" by Dave Matthews Band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-116345166501553934?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/116345166501553934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=116345166501553934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116345166501553934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116345166501553934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/11/put-color-inside.html' title='Put The Color Inside'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-116280013396719807</id><published>2006-11-06T07:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-06T19:00:15.161+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack Johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Folds Five'/><title type='text'>We Used To Laugh A lot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We used to laugh a lot&lt;br /&gt;But only because we thought&lt;br /&gt;That everything good always would remain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna change there's no need to complain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mudfootball, Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Come on baby&lt;br /&gt;Throw me a right to the chin&lt;br /&gt;Just one sign&lt;br /&gt;That could show me that you give a shit&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile politely&lt;br /&gt;And I grow weaker and I..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Selfless, Cold and Composed, Ben Folds Five&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-116280013396719807?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/116280013396719807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=116280013396719807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116280013396719807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116280013396719807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-used-to-laugh-lot.html' title='We Used To Laugh A lot'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-116164937243242257</id><published>2006-10-24T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:37:50.688+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battle Royale'/><title type='text'>Battle Royale 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i14.tinypic.com/4dllqpk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i14.tinypic.com/4dllqpk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-116164937243242257?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/116164937243242257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=116164937243242257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116164937243242257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116164937243242257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/10/battle-royale-2006.html' title='Battle Royale 2006'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i14.tinypic.com/4dllqpk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36246673.post-116129487570207073</id><published>2006-10-19T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:32:42.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music At Knife Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Music At Knife Point</title><content type='html'>You should really check out Azreal Darkskies music blog, its called &lt;a href="http://www.musicatknifepoint.blogspot.com/"&gt;Music At Knife Point.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently wrote a guest blog for Azreal, doing a short review on "Brick" by Ben Folds Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you go check that out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36246673-116129487570207073?l=deejaynye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/feeds/116129487570207073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36246673&amp;postID=116129487570207073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116129487570207073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36246673/posts/default/116129487570207073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deejaynye.blogspot.com/2006/10/music-at-knife-point.html' title='Music At Knife Point'/><author><name>DeeJay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02414418801502933868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_bLbpi2wS8p4/R-leiVyxB_I/AAAAAAAAACc/af9WRLUk5aE/S220/Day+297.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
