<?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-4123942</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:00:45.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlit Night</title><subtitle type='html'>I blame you for the dreams that died...and the eagle's flight...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108771477703481532</id><published>2004-06-20T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T14:59:37.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All right.This is official-- I will record EVERY CENT I ever give to my mum, and have my dad and my sister sign it as witnesses, and my mum to sign it too, so she can't throw it back into my face.I HATE IT.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108771477703481532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108771477703481532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108771477703481532' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108386064530583586</id><published>2004-05-07T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:28:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...closer and closer......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108386064530583586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108386064530583586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108386064530583586' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108321985482874918</id><published>2004-04-29T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:27:20.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the LordHe is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on.I knew I'd read somewhere that something had lines in it with "grapes of wrath". 'Twas Andy Rooney's book, of course, one of his books, that is, and the line was from Battle Hymn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108321985482874918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108321985482874918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108321985482874918' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108320190016388509</id><published>2004-04-29T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T09:29:09.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is a bad placeA bad placeA terrible place to liveOh but I don't wanna dieMrs Angellini said to Heart in Heart of the City, that we can't save the whole world. And Heart answered that that was just an excuse adults use.Some days I take Heart's side; other days, I know Mrs Angellini's right. The latter days are increasing-- and yet two to four years ago, I'd have plumped for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108320190016388509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108320190016388509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108320190016388509' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108131018071569437</id><published>2004-04-07T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T12:00:00.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't quite get it sometimes. Look, does it matter if being gay is a choice, as some say, or if it isn't a choice, as other swear? What makes people gay, yet others wonder. What does it matter? If it is a choice, why should anyone be encouraged to "change" that choice? If it isn't a choice, why are we at all bothered about it inherent, or born with it, or whatever? It isn't as if it's a birth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108131018071569437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108131018071569437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108131018071569437' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108130079099436568</id><published>2004-04-07T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T09:23:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What Goes Round Comes Round Reminds me of the days when M'sia used to blame Singapore for every little thing...can we say "karma"?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108130079099436568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108130079099436568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108130079099436568' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108098197179004508</id><published>2004-04-03T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T17:31:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homosexuality Can Be Cured This is a very interesting article. I think it is, at least absolutely necessary reading for anyone who wishes to consider the issue of homosexuality, bisexuality, and hetrosexuality. I do, however, think that "There is no such thing as homosexuality" is a statement that perhaps stretches a little too far. Granted whilst the programme claims a decent success rates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108098197179004508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108098197179004508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108098197179004508' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108088034369066938</id><published>2004-04-02T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T12:35:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- shinylemur.com What Irrational Number are you? version 1.0beta --&gt;What Irrational Number Are You?You are √2You are in good company, many other square roots are also irrational numbers.  Just by being a square root you have been branded a radical.  You are considered very attractive, especially by Europeans (at least on paper.)You fear that a relationship with another √2 may somehow end up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108088034369066938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108088034369066938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108088034369066938' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108081856209520265</id><published>2004-04-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T19:26:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      Marriage is love.*points* I believe. 'Swat it should be. Read deeply.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108081856209520265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108081856209520265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108081856209520265' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108081839999377546</id><published>2004-04-01T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T19:25:54.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clay Aiken is Invisible LoveGO, CLAY!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108081839999377546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108081839999377546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108081839999377546' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108064356975064922</id><published>2004-03-30T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:49:39.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Captain Jack Sparrow:  smart, savvy, a demon with the eyeliner and the best damn pirate we've ever seen.  And only a litte crazy.  Savvy?Which POTC character are you?this quiz was made by alanna</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108064356975064922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108064356975064922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108064356975064922' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108044253558796560</id><published>2004-03-28T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T10:59:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  You're Taiwan!  Despite enormous setbacks, including the fact that most people refuse to recognize who you are or even that you exist at all, you've built yourself into quite a productive person.  You've got a little trouble maintaining a sense of personal order, but through the mess, you're still very industrious and have a small but pivotal impact on almost everyone you know, and even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108044253558796560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108044253558796560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108044253558796560' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108044240871239627</id><published>2004-03-28T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T10:56:56.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'You are gone but you pass on the pain' There's a suicide a day in Singapore. On Wednesday, a housewife who had cancer of the womb tied herself to her two young daughters and leaped from an apartment block. Madam Yap Cheng Chui said she didn't want to burden the family. But for those left behind, a loved one's suicide is a heavy load they can never shed. One woman tells Tracy Quek of her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108044240871239627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108044240871239627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108044240871239627' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108043809057685593</id><published>2004-03-28T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T09:55:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>England Catches Up With Europe!Well, about time. Now p'raps they don't have to keep going all the way to the ECHR or ECJ or whatever.The Homophobe and the Bigot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108043809057685593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108043809057685593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108043809057685593' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-108035337237701284</id><published>2004-03-27T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T10:12:58.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Anne of Green Gables!by L.M. MontgomeryBright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottagecheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You're impulsive, rash,honest, and probably don't have a great relationship with your parents. People hurtyour feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn't exactly treat others withkid gloves. Ultimately, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108035337237701284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/108035337237701284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108035337237701284' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107962320471650930</id><published>2004-03-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:23:19.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes! Camille Velasco is safe! I like her awfully, she's really nice. :) And okay, lemme just admit it, so I'm partial to folks of Asian descent. On the other hand, I'm not rooting for Jasmine Trias. I am rootin' for George Huff, JPL and Diana DeGarmo. I am not quite so fond of Fantasia and even less fond of Matt Rodgers, who has the Joshua Gracin demographic cheering for him, I'll bet, but he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107962320471650930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107962320471650930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107962320471650930' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107960912361612003</id><published>2004-03-18T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:28:38.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hm. So Spain has a new government. I'm going to admit I was in mixed minds, so to speak, when first I heard of it, for in the first place, I thought it was a pity that the Spanish people had unwittingly done exactly what Al-Qaeda calculated they would do. But I felt at the same time, that it was a jolly good thing that the anger of the electorate had resulted in the change in government, for if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107960912361612003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107960912361612003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107960912361612003' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107931615287242500</id><published>2004-03-15T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T10:10:04.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now it's hard to tell what happened, who lied, and when they lied, especially as leaders from both the Democrat and Republican side supported the decision to go to war against Iraq. But it was hard not to get caught up in the rhetoric, especially as not supporting the decision meant not being patriotic, etc. Now there are parents out there who want their sons and daughters home, and not in body </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107931615287242500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107931615287242500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107931615287242500' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107882493590175600</id><published>2004-03-09T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:52:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tony Blair's New BillUnh, why the change? tHE BillI grieve to add that ...Goodbye, Westlife *sobs* </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107882493590175600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107882493590175600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107882493590175600' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107849578699691687</id><published>2004-03-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T22:13:53.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Biggles's PhilosophyWhen you are flying, everything is all right or it is not all right. If it is all right there is no need to worry. If it is not all right one of two things will happen. Either you will crash or you will not crash. If you do not crash there is no need to worry. If you do crash one of two things is certain. Either you will be injured or you will not be injured.If you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107849578699691687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107849578699691687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107849578699691687' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107822446210991800</id><published>2004-03-02T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:51:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Hitler of AfricaBy Mel HunterZIMBABWE is rapidly turning into a modern Nazi Germany – with cruel despot Robert Mugabe a new Adolf Hitler. White farmers have been forced off their land, others beaten and some even murdered. AIDS and famine are spreading, free speech is impossible. The latest horror exposed is the existence of rape and torture training camps – for kids. WHEN control </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107822446210991800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107822446210991800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107822446210991800' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107797656711868889</id><published>2004-02-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:58:57.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From salon.com, May 1, 2000:Liberalism and conservatism each have distinct roles to play in civil society, and this explains why one makes for drama and the other makes for comedy. Democracies change, historically speaking, at a very fast pace. Liberalism is the engine of change; it always seeks to push the culture forward, to advance and evolve. Sometimes it brings about good things (like the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107797656711868889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107797656711868889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107797656711868889' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107797637190759868</id><published>2004-02-28T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T21:57:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*grins* Nice goin', West Wing. First read it on Yahoo! Headlines and went hunting it down later when I couldn't find it there any longer. =)Clinton writes to 'West Wing' characterWASHINGTON (AP) — People, it's just a television show. Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton and Rep. John McHugh are picking a fight with the fictional West Wing over a scene aired Wednesday night in which an aide discussed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107797637190759868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107797637190759868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107797637190759868' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107745882319730310</id><published>2004-02-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:09:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can hear your voices.I can hear your laughter.Do you remember when we played in the sunlight amongst the trees and walked the gnarled roots as tightropes?They used to sit there, smoking and talking, watching us as we played, and the ground was littered with their cigarette butts and the ash and the damp from where the water spilled as they drank from plastic bottles.There were leaf </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107745882319730310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107745882319730310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107745882319730310' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107682438276872943</id><published>2004-02-15T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T13:55:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lizzie McGuire show is a lovely show. Haven't enjoyed anything so much since West Wing. Really. And I still hold to the statement that watching the Bill and Ted movie is guaranteed to make your brain deteriorate rapidly from brain cells to oat mush. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107682438276872943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107682438276872943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107682438276872943' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107677667400682386</id><published>2004-02-15T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T00:40:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Guardian had a nice section on authors' views of the Iraq war. I have scanned through the headlines of the US papers online, and of Time and Newsweek, and the local editorials. Why, I wonder, has no one yet used the prominent word mentioned in the excerpt from the Guardian below?David Hare I was taken aback by the lying. George Bush lied when he pretended Iraq represented a threat to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107677667400682386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107677667400682386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107677667400682386' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107666895153759943</id><published>2004-02-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:45:00.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder at the genius of the casting director for the first Harry Potter film. It's hard to think of them as people other than Harry, Ron and Hermione, and I don't ever remember calling Rupert Grint "Rupert". He looks, acts and talks like Ron, right down to his accent, which is noticeably less posh than Emma Watson's. Emma's even fond of her onscreen Crookshanks, whom both Harry and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107666895153759943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107666895153759943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107666895153759943' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107639327044664532</id><published>2004-02-10T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:27:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now I don't know who Andrew Sullivan is....but it doesn't matter. The boy writes a nice article on the last page of Time that can be found here http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1101040216-588877,00.htmlI picked up one of the Harvard Civil Liberties Journals or something like that a couple of weeks ago and came across a really rather interesting article, all about how they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107639327044664532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107639327044664532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107639327044664532' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107413773811232221</id><published>2004-01-15T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T11:37:28.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guardian has a report: conservative forces within the Episcopalian Church in the US are planning to split.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107413773811232221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107413773811232221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107413773811232221' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107245195019340938</id><published>2003-12-26T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:21:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From AndrewSullivan.com:"HOIST BY THEIR OWN PETARD: The American "Family" Association, a virulent anti-gay group, decided to hold an online poll in order to prve to members of Congress that the public was appalled at the idea that gay couples should have the right to marry the person they love. Then word got out and lots of people began to participate. Guess which side is winning ..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107245195019340938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107245195019340938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107245195019340938' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-107245187050902366</id><published>2003-12-26T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:19:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>John HooperTuesday December 23, 2003The GuardianThis is a Christmas story. Indeed, the very name of its principal character means "Christmas". But this is a Christmas story with a difference.Its hero is a man whose first name is Natale, which in Italian is the equivalent of Noel.In the words of his nephew, Angelo, Natale Morea is "an oddball: a homosexual and a transvestite". He was born </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107245187050902366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/107245187050902366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107245187050902366' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106933747704758827</id><published>2003-11-20T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T22:11:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christina Aguilera. WHAT a voice. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106933747704758827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106933747704758827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106933747704758827' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106915239915754028</id><published>2003-11-18T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T18:47:12.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most Gorgeous Smile That-Can-Get-Me-To-Do-Anything: Clay Aiken. Indisputable, man. Watched the Invisible video and got charmed all over again. He's a lovely performer and enjoys what he's singing-- and it's easy to get caught up with him. Most Evil, Smirky I-Fooled-You-Bwahaha Smile: Jon Bon Jovi. Indubitably the one time I ever wanted to punch a singer I liked in his face and wipe off that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106915239915754028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106915239915754028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106915239915754028' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106906109312832822</id><published>2003-11-17T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:25:25.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You pass us in the street, look down on us in disgust. Our faces are dirtyand our clothes are torn. Our eyes tell stories you don't want to hear. Toyou, we're just a piece of scum you want out of your city. You put us here.You put us here with with your greed and your capitalism and your waste oftaxpayers money. You put us here with your cold, uncaring attitude toyouth.  You put us here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106906109312832822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106906109312832822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106906109312832822' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106888533660922635</id><published>2003-11-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T16:36:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In memoriam.Because it is yours not to question why, just yours to do or die. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106888533660922635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106888533660922635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106888533660922635' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106578174294180672</id><published>2003-10-10T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T18:30:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS I will not countenance. This is utterly reprobate. http://www.marriageprotectionweek.com/purpose.aspAs if they didn't know. Matthew Shepard died on Oct 12, 1998.B*******. The significance of the date cannot have escaped them. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106578174294180672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106578174294180672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106578174294180672' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106317968909298502</id><published>2003-09-10T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T15:41:29.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Evidence Law. Well. Okay, all I can say is that I had absolutely no idea of the depths of depravity human nature can descend to. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106317968909298502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106317968909298502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106317968909298502' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106307892457945943</id><published>2003-09-09T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T11:42:04.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay High SchoolI absolutely do not like it. I don't believe in segregation. If they have segregation on grounds of sexual preference, why not segregation on grounds of race? The trouble is also that it's publicly-funded. So why shouldn't they have publicly-funded religious schools in the US, or publicly-funded, racially-segregated schools as well? What, I ask, is the difference between the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106307892457945943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106307892457945943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106307892457945943' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106190912946413499</id><published>2003-08-26T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T22:45:29.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, this is incredibly weird. I stood at my back door and watched as the rain came. First it was somewhere in the distance, raining at the Lakeview area. Then it came in steadily and soon I could see Thomson Plaza wrapped in the mist of rain. Finally, the sounds grew louder and evidently the rain was sweeping its way in-- time to close the windows and doors!!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106190912946413499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106190912946413499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106190912946413499' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106155102647796446</id><published>2003-08-22T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T19:18:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUIZZIES!!!!!Yup, I present a plethora of my results from quizzies. :)Which [Smallville] Characters are you?Uggh, that was gross. I so do not like Lana.Which [Smallville] Characters are you?Darn, I also do not like her!!!Which [Smallville] Characters are you?YAYYYYYY!!!!!!!What's your usual [mood]?O.o Hello, I wake up thinking I hate myself and my life...and the most important thing in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106155102647796446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106155102647796446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106155102647796446' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106138919720666975</id><published>2003-08-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:22:17.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was down by CTA today, and saw a lovely thread, about the American Episcopalian Church appointing an openly gay bishop. From one of the posts, I humbly copy something, which the poster says is a reader's letter on the issue, taken from a paper called the Orlando Sentinel: Example of Jesus As a straight, Sunday School teacher and Episcopalian, I am grateful to be part of a community of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106138919720666975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106138919720666975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106138919720666975' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106066541614067048</id><published>2003-08-12T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T13:16:56.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny.Why do I write?I'd say it's because there's that odd little fact that my brain keeps churning out stuff. I like to either create something that's a new take or new twist on what's done before, or deliberately invert the original characters. And I've just realised that I don't do it consciously. It's a case of absently drifting along one day, doing my homework...and then WHAM!...the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106066541614067048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106066541614067048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106066541614067048' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106059958321884444</id><published>2003-08-11T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T18:59:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hole in the World by The EaglesThere’s a hole in the world tonight.There’s a cloud of fear and sorrow.There’s a hole in the world tonight.Don’t let there be a hole in the world tomorrow.They say that anger is just love disappointed.They say that love is just a state of mind.But all this fighting over who is anointed,Oh, how can people be so blind?There’s a hole in the world tonight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106059958321884444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106059958321884444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106059958321884444' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106044452283475368</id><published>2003-08-09T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T23:55:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I see the Boston dioscese is offering $55 million, or so news reports have it. It raises the questions of: gee, the church is THAT wealthy? --And also that money is but an empty way to settle things, not to mention that spread out over 500 victims means a measly $110 k per victim. They ought to stop being wishy-washy and do something to root out the evil, which is NOT homosexuality, contrary to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106044452283475368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106044452283475368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106044452283475368' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106041038128639491</id><published>2003-08-09T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T14:26:21.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I was younger, I'd look for literature. I wanted to read about racism, about prejudice, about war, about books that spoke of people's pain so that I could understand. So...so I read a lot of things. And it would be any book, children's, young adult's, serious fiction, whatever-- so long as it spoke about that sort of thing, I'd go for it. So I added Cry, The Beloved Country and Roll of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106041038128639491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106041038128639491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106041038128639491' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-106039729550125471</id><published>2003-08-09T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T10:48:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*coughs* Well, y'know, I'm not:(1) Christian(2) Scientific(3) PessimisticSo perhaps I have a totally different view. I don't see the upheavals in the Middle East, or the insurgence of religious radicals in Islam, coupled with terrorism, as a sort of warning sign or anything indicative of a Rapture or the end of the world. I don't see that we have, exactly, a moral decay, either, though "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106039729550125471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/106039729550125471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106039729550125471' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105992056409225218</id><published>2003-08-03T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T22:22:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Threat rating: High. The Bush administration isconcerned that it may not get a second term.Therefore, we are going to change the rules sothat each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2votes because Democrat is a shorter word thanRepublican What threat to the Bush administration are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105992056409225218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105992056409225218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#105992056409225218' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105973837115222624</id><published>2003-08-01T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T19:49:40.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Without shedding of blood, there is no anything. Everything...has to be purchased by self-sacrifice. Our race has marked every step of its painful ascent with blood. And now torrents of it must flow again...I don't think the war has been sent as a punishment for sin. I think it is the price humanity must pay for some blessing-- some advance great enough to be worth the price-- which we may not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105973837115222624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105973837115222624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105973837115222624' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105949069511323503</id><published>2003-07-29T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T22:58:14.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where Is The Love By Black Eyed PeasWhat's wrong with the world, mamaPeople livin' like they ain't got no mamasI think the whole world addicted to the dramaOnly attracted to things that'll bring you traumaOverseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorismBut we still got terrorists here livin'In the USA, the big CIAThe Bloods and The Crips and the KKKBut if you only have love for your own race</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105949069511323503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105949069511323503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105949069511323503' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105931435501860204</id><published>2003-07-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T21:59:14.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have realised something.I can read my friends. I can tell how they'll likely react to certain things.I know what they're going to say in response.I know....how to walk in their shoes.I have just one problem.I don't know what they like or dislike when it comes to birthday presents...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105931435501860204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105931435501860204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105931435501860204' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105893268922510262</id><published>2003-07-23T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T12:10:45.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEWS FLASHhttp://www.time.com/time/world/article/0,8599,466401,00.htmlOkay, that's amazing. I did not expect that. I mean, I seriously thought they'd be on the run for the next five years or something. http://www.time.com/time/asia/covers/501030728/story.htmlI've been waiting for a long time to see an article like this pop up. I think, for anyone following China, this article comes as no big</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105893268922510262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105893268922510262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105893268922510262' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105892928053072583</id><published>2003-07-23T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T11:01:20.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gah. Here I've tried to insert places for comments, names, e-mails and stuff, and it does not work. Sheesh. It DOES work, sort of, but it's all wrong, because I can't format it properly. *glumly* Bah. I want to keep present layout, but cannot quite figure out how and where to add the "comments" portion. Gaaaaah. Proud to announce I am building up a huge McGurk collection. Not bad, innit? My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105892928053072583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105892928053072583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105892928053072583' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105875693128864322</id><published>2003-07-21T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T11:08:51.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:) Lovely night yesterday. I signed in to MSN Messenger, and to my delighted surprise, Tenko was online! ^______________^ I was just so happy to see her and we talked for a long time, perhaps about two hours or more. But then, we've got months to catch up on. It's the most candid conversation I've ever had with her, to be honest. We talked about a lot of things-- my real name (which I still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105875693128864322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105875693128864322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105875693128864322' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105849441185291503</id><published>2003-07-18T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:13:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE WAY THINGS WORK One day you're worried if you'll actually get a place next year; next day a description of your dream job drops into your lap like a blessing from above, and you can't do anything, because you've already made a promise of sorts, a promise deeper than the one on paper.  I think I've just come across my dream job, but not now...I may try one day a few years from now. Oh, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105849441185291503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105849441185291503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105849441185291503' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105800560755512992</id><published>2003-07-12T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T18:34:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a cool day. Leant out of the window and watched as the sky whipped up a slow confection of grey clouds, ranging from the muted white to a darkness that promised a storm, the type where you curl up happily under your blankets and dream of romance. :p For a few brief snatches of time, I could imagine that I wasn't really on this Earth, but somewhere in a crazy fantasy world where any moment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105800560755512992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105800560755512992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105800560755512992' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105789751979542826</id><published>2003-07-11T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T12:25:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acquisitions Six The Saint books by Leslie Chateris Five or six Chalet School books Eight McGurk books One Three Investigators book   Not to mention the shipping costs, by airmail, global priority and ordinary slowpoke sea shipping... Now we know where all that money I earned from tuition has gone to... Well, it's been a rough hassle these few days, looking for a convenient place to rent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105789751979542826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105789751979542826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105789751979542826' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105776418299007883</id><published>2003-07-09T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T23:23:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been an odd day. I woke up feeling really gloomy and then set about printing out more cover letters and resumes. I mean, after all, I had just finished my last interview yesterday and I hadn't been given an offer. Besides, yesterday was a Jonah day. I was rejected umpteen times via e-mails, phone calls, whatever...and to top it off, just before my interview with law firm A, law firm B</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105776418299007883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105776418299007883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105776418299007883' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105766641052260321</id><published>2003-07-08T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T20:13:30.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am, still without an offer from a law firm. Yes, I feel depressed. Yes, I feel glum. Yes, I feel frustrated. Yes, I'm wondering what's wrong with me, that nobody seems to want me. What did I say wrong? Was I too nice? Was I too stern? I don't know. And yes, I'm also suffering a very severe crisis of self-confidence. :( Oh, well. Life goes on...as LeAnn Rimes pointed out, and and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105766641052260321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105766641052260321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105766641052260321' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-105758865359375046</id><published>2003-07-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:37:33.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooh, lookie, newie!!!-_- Who'd have thought I could talk baby-talk like that? ^_^;;; Wyse, if you're reading this, yes, I did get your e-mail. I just read it...and then my reply was cut off because Internet Explorer had an error and suddenly closed every window. --__-- I will reply. Soon. To make you feel better, I actually sat down and hurriedly looked for the diskettes where I saved To Chase </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105758865359375046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/105758865359375046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105758865359375046' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-95917707</id><published>2003-06-23T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T00:02:49.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*grimly* Well, so I'm finally done with Harry Potter. I think it's safe to say that I went to the bathroom and cried hard for about half a minute BECAUSE IT IS SO UNFAIR!!! Excuse the childishness, but truly-- I wish she had had the decency to kill off someone else. *bitterly* There go all my Potter-dreams.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/95917707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/95917707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95917707' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-95655952</id><published>2003-06-14T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T15:56:25.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which Lord of the Rings Soundtrack theme are you? brought to you by Quizilla*explodes with laughter*Which Annoying Two Towers Character are You?By LisaThat I am. XD   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/95655952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/95655952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95655952' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-95371947</id><published>2003-06-06T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T22:48:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Morpheus, from "The Matrix." Youhave strong faith in yourself and those aroundyou. A true leader, you are relentless in yourpursuit. What Matrix Persona Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/95371947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/95371947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95371947' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-94904060</id><published>2003-05-27T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T01:49:13.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Used to be that when I was upset, I'd hold it in and quietly throw myself into something, maybe reading, or just something else. Still the same, even today. Now I just surf the Net late into the night-- last time I finished up at 3 am. Now I'm anticipating another of those moments-- so this time I know I have two choices. Either surf till I'm busted, or else write, write, write, write...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94904060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94904060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94904060' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-94785877</id><published>2003-05-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T22:08:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which X2 Character Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94785877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94785877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94785877' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-94523794</id><published>2003-05-18T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T12:36:58.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cras amet qui numquam amavit quique amavit cras ametLet those love now who've never loved; let those who've loved, love yet again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94523794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94523794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94523794' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-94393925</id><published>2003-05-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T23:23:26.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To FightI don't like getting in the middle unless I firmly believe I can reconcile both sides and form some sort of compromise...or bully both sides into knuckling down. But I read something today and I realised that I was involved in a war the moment I was born. I think James Russell Lowell was right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94393925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/94393925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94393925' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-93380613</id><published>2003-04-28T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T12:59:04.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AngelsBecause they care. Their love is so great it cannot be confined to one person alone, or to one world, or to one cosmos. It must extend to the exclusion of none, by their very nature. In one being they see the reflection of all of that: everything ever created, everything that ever existed, everything that is, was and will be.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/93380613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/93380613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93380613' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-92934082</id><published>2003-04-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:49:14.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Grant Me......the serenity to accept the things I cannot change......the courage to change the things I can...And the wisdom to know the difference. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/92934082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/92934082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92934082' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-92518837</id><published>2003-04-13T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T14:02:48.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Nice, Long NapWhat wonders can a two-hour nap do? Well, it can cure back aches. I've been aching like an old woman with rheumatism and a slipped disc in her back. Bending over is difficult too, and that makes hanging the laundry a chore...heck, whatever requires bending is a chore. And that's a lot, seeing as I'm not exactly petite in terms of height. But wow, I had a two-hour nap yesterday (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/92518837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/92518837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92518837' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-92328557</id><published>2003-04-10T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T09:34:02.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All That Fuss Well, everyone thinks new US colony, etc. But history has shown that the US never does follow the road oft taken. So despite the fact that the new Iraqi interim administration is going to be American, I take great comfort from looking at Japan. If only the Arabs and Iraqis themselves don't screw it up-- after all, we didn't hear complaints from the countries around Japan post WWII.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/92328557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/92328557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92328557' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-91885548</id><published>2003-04-03T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T10:59:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think there's a lot of shock. I know I'm shocked, and I can hardly believe it. When they announced on the Chinese news on Tuesday night that Zhang Guo-rong had committed suicide, I just couldn't believe my ears. It's like, I've grown up hearing all about him, and the movies he starred in, and how amazing he was, particularly as he took on particular types of roles, not socially acceptable, so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91885548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91885548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91885548' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-91780024</id><published>2003-04-02T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T10:57:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Memoriam: Leslie CheungLeslie Cheung Kwok-Wing died on Tuesday evening.  He was one of Hong Kong's finest actors and singers, his career spanning the 80s and 90s, and both his singing and acting were absolutely superb. Himself a bisexual (a fact which he admitted only in the late 90s), he was best known for playing homosexual roles in the films "Happy Together" and "Farewell To My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91780024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91780024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91780024' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-91780022</id><published>2003-04-02T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T10:55:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, my God. Leslie Cheung killed himself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91780022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91780022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91780022' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-91779996</id><published>2003-04-02T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T10:54:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not possible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91779996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91779996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91779996' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-91048480</id><published>2003-03-20T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T16:59:57.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quizzies time!!!Blue Dragon Who is your dragon spirit guide? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91048480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/91048480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91048480' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-90995534</id><published>2003-03-19T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T00:18:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*scowls*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90995534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90995534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90995534' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-90500087</id><published>2003-03-11T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T12:06:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It makes me so angry. There is this case in the papers, about a Math tutor who sexually abused some of his male students, boys in secondary school. Five of them he abused, and of them one suffers post-traumatic stress, another hates his mother and stepfather for hiring that tutor, and three others-- the papers are silent there, but one of those three apparently didn't want his Math results to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90500087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90500087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90500087' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-90294813</id><published>2003-03-07T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-07T23:35:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days I wonder what I'm doing here, because I'm so tired. But that just means I'm very, very young still.************ If Iraq keeps announcing every few days that it's destroying some sort of weapons...then they didn't comply with UN demands. And if there are still scientists skilled in weaponry working for the Iraqi government...pray, tell, what they're being employed as, if not in their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90294813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90294813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90294813' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-90110888</id><published>2003-03-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T21:39:51.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOT, HOT, HOT It's hot. It's even a hot night. I've been feeling like a cooked radish all day, for goodness' sake, and a really sore one at that...suppose I sat too long at the laptop working out Credit and Security assignment, and I felt like someone ironed me out...all these kinks in my bones and aching shoulders, owwie. Sat four rows away from Davies today, and it's really strange how he can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90110888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90110888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90110888' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-90052716</id><published>2003-03-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T23:21:48.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went down to town to watch Daredevil. It's pretty good...the storyline was great, even if there was little fleshing out of the characters, but the fighting scenes, choreographed by Hong Kong folks, and the blood and all that-- that was undoubtedly the highlight. Wow. There were some really precious, priceless lines in the movie as well. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90052716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/90052716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90052716' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89949433</id><published>2003-03-01T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-01T19:00:25.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The UNAttended a lecture at Grand Hyatt yesterday, given by Kishore Mahbubani. Or is it Mabubahni? ... Nice, nice. It's not every day that I get to hear a respected diplomat in Singapore speak, plus he was talking about the UN, which I'm admittedly slightly obsessed about, so of course I had to go. Plus I remembered reading all about him not so long ago in the papers. He didn't say much that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89949433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89949433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89949433' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89873846</id><published>2003-02-28T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T09:55:46.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone needs an outlet of some sort. Some gamble, some smoke, some party the night away, some go for billiards, some are bitten by the travel bug, some catch every ballet they can catch...Me, I'm just glad I write. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89873846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89873846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89873846' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89766377</id><published>2003-02-26T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T16:58:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  We Didn’t Start The Fire1989, Billy Joel Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnny RaySouth Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, TelevisionNorth Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe Rosenbergs, H Bomb, Sugar Ray, PanmunjomBrando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queenMaciano, Liberace, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89766377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89766377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89766377' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89593612</id><published>2003-02-23T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-23T18:48:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What I Didn't KnowToday, I was suffering from a bout of cramps...that time of the month again...so I picked up an old book. Something called 'The World's Best Detective Stories' or something equally odd. I think I bought it when I was in Sec. 3, about fifteen at that time, perhaps, or younger...can't quite remember. And when I read through the book today, I suddenly realised that I understood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89593612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89593612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89593612' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89503290</id><published>2003-02-22T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T00:27:14.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOLIDAYS!!!!Yes! A one-week break! Finally! And I have a secret...a mighty big secret...and I'm dying to say it out but I can't. I'm not supposed to. &gt;.&lt; Ugh, it's killing me! *dies*Yes, well...uh, I am supposed to update stuff, I know...but currently I am suffering from a dry fount of inspiration where To Chase A Star is concerned. I am dissatisfied with the new developments and therefore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89503290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89503290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89503290' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89174945</id><published>2003-02-16T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T13:49:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JOY, JOY, JOY!!!! I'm done with the Family Law Assignment!!!! Back to tutorials...-_-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89174945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89174945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89174945' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89126398</id><published>2003-02-15T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T11:39:46.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New obsession coming up. I just bought Samurai X the movie...the Rurouni Kenshin movie, really...and I'm hooked. *_* And I'm not over my CCS, TB/X and FFVIII obsessions yet...I bought an X anime poster the other day, and Kamui has got golden eyes, like Fuuma, and probably Seishirou too...&gt;.O  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89126398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89126398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89126398' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89082281</id><published>2003-02-14T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T11:37:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You come from an Ancient Civilization.  Egypt,China, Rome... a piece of all the greatestcivilizations of their time can be found inyou. Where Did Your Soul Originate? brought to you by QuizillaNothing new here...always suspected it! XD Again, I stole this from...&gt;.O, well, somebody's blog. =D Speaking of quizzies, I must go and do that m&amp;m one, one of these days... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89082281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89082281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89082281' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-89036839</id><published>2003-02-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T23:53:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BiasHow just and fair can you be in a situation which involves someone who is a very good friend of yours? Would the fact that this person is your friend make you feel some sort of bias that would somehow soften your judgment of his/her actions and words? Do you really believe that you have judged fairly? Suppose someone else, not your friend, did as your friend has done. Would you think of that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89036839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/89036839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89036839' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88978939</id><published>2003-02-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T00:30:24.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Passwords and User Names... On the Internet, you can be anonymous. You can have a dozen different identities and still be the same character shining through. Sometimes it's difficult to remember who you are where you are. Evidently I'm not cut out to be a master criminal. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88978939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88978939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88978939' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88978855</id><published>2003-02-13T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T00:34:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes people ask: "Where do you get so many ideas from?" What can I say? It's only if you're in the business that you know. There's no such thing as training to get it, IMHO. You have any amount of story pieces floating around your head, characters dancing into life, situations unfolding...Some people say it's your muse. I don't know. All I know is that it's in there.     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88978855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88978855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88978855' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88849308</id><published>2003-02-10T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T21:50:50.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Love Pop MusicWell, that's true. A lot of people look at me and think 'classical music' but really, I'm very fond of pop music and I mean pop. I realised why the other day when I was listening to Kelly Rowland's Stole. It's because classical music doesn't have themes like that, where I bite my lip and listen, knowing that the songs reflect what's going on today. There's Stole, and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88849308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88849308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88849308' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88749305</id><published>2003-02-08T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T16:40:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Newsweek arrived today...and they published my letter on the death penalty! I'd forgotten about it, you know...seems so long since I last wrote it. I even hunted down the e-mail address of the guy who wrote the article I was responding to. I suppose that I should have engaged him, but I didn't as I hadn't the time to. Well, I shan't be so timid next time. Next time, I WILL engage him. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88749305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88749305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88749305' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88622394</id><published>2003-02-06T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T09:54:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is making me so angry. I have just read about paedophilia in the United Kingdom, and how Scotland Yard took in many people for questioning; and now comes the news about more children (apparently from Africa) being smuggled into England, again for child-sex purposes, or else for African witchcraft rituals involving body parts. And then the news about a children's home in Portugal being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88622394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88622394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88622394' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88532243</id><published>2003-02-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T22:39:34.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, yesterday, my cousin visited, complete with wife, new baby, uncle and aunt in tow. By generation, I am that baby's aunt. Goodness, but it does make me feel old. My mum and sis were cooing all over the baby, who's a girl and will turn six months old this weekend, if I'm not wrong. She's really a very sweet and cuddly thing, but I was absolutely terrified I would break her or something. All </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88532243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88532243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88532243' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88456588</id><published>2003-02-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T13:17:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm. Third day of the lunar new year...new lunar year, more like it...and tomorrow, it's back to school for me. Hopefully I'll be able to meet Bella after school tomorrow; I did record an MD, as per request, and I certainly do not want it to go to waste. Okay, time for all those quizzies...http://auracolors.comApparently, I tie for violet and blue colours, with scores of 10 each, and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88456588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88456588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88456588' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-88031960</id><published>2003-01-26T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T12:05:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have laryngitis. Also a nasty cough as a side dish.On a happier note, we have finally stood up to Malaysia!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88031960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/88031960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88031960' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-87774268</id><published>2003-01-21T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T16:58:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unless you want everybody and his donkey to know about your crush, you should preserve silence and fortitude. You have no idea how fast gossip spreads. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/87774268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/87774268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87774268' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123942.post-87675588</id><published>2003-01-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T18:41:36.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Veni, vidi, vici. I came, I saw, I conquered. Thus do I stake my claim on my own little bit of webspace, subject to terms and conditions, et cetera, et cetera.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/87675588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4123942/posts/default/87675588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diametricallyantithetical.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87675588' title=''/><author><name>Man</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07214499832589671166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
