<?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-2602328789744176894</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:07:01.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasphemy!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-8890371885196933083</id><published>2010-01-01T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:34:18.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why would that be</title><summary type='text'>I just read through my blog posts.  including ghosts of blog-posts past that have remained as half-finished drafts and those posts that have disappeared into an invisible background. Yes every single one. Because I am sad and bored. Somehow I'm surprised. There are just a few things that have changed since January 2008.The posts have become progressively less frequent (in fact I do believe I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/8890371885196933083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=8890371885196933083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/8890371885196933083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/8890371885196933083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-would-that-be.html' title='Why would that be'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-1298277295615211108</id><published>2010-01-01T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:43:00.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>01.01.10</title><summary type='text'>It's day one of the new year. A new decade. A new life for those of us who just finished 13 years of schooling.and I feel shit.Right now I feel like what it must feel like to be dumped. or to catch your boyfriend cheating on you with three other girls.It's not just the extreme despair and disappointment of finding out that someone who you thought you could always trust is no longer there by your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1298277295615211108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=1298277295615211108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1298277295615211108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1298277295615211108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2010/01/010110.html' title='01.01.10'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-3712538782856445952</id><published>2009-03-15T01:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T01:42:37.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to get out of hereand danceand play the guitarand light a fire and sleep in a tentand not have to study</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3712538782856445952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=3712538782856445952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3712538782856445952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3712538782856445952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-to-get-out-of-here-and-dance-and.html' title=''/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2835488677881023683</id><published>2009-01-24T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:46:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>such uncleanliness</title><summary type='text'>"I feel unclean".The statement was exclaimed to me the other day by a friend trying to describe (and I quote), a feeling, not dissimilar to "having [your] manhood slowly drained right out of your balls 'til they've shrunken to the size of peanuts". Funnily enough, this was provoked by my suggestion to read Twilight (the book) before watching Twilight (the movie)...Which he did in a night. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2835488677881023683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2835488677881023683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2835488677881023683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2835488677881023683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2009/01/such-uncleanliness.html' title='such uncleanliness'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-7808967812174698932</id><published>2009-01-20T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:33:09.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why MSN is EVIL</title><summary type='text'>1. it's a drug. a DRUG i say!--- muuuusssst have morrreee.2. Msn nicks are deceiving--- anyone who goes by the alias "gL0oMy i3eaR" has got to be dodgy.3. Dps are LAME--- there are 3 types of display picture:  type a) the "hey-look-it's-an-artistic-photo-that-i-may-or-may-not-have-taken" pic  type b) the "i-just-want-to-flaunt-my-boobs-to-get-guys" pic  type c) the "i-totally-stole-this-cartoon/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7808967812174698932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=7808967812174698932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7808967812174698932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7808967812174698932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-msn-is-evil.html' title='Why MSN is EVIL'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-1740184399380821567</id><published>2008-12-13T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:21:39.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fa la la la la</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1740184399380821567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=1740184399380821567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1740184399380821567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1740184399380821567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Fa la la la la'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SUSHGyP3nNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VpUsgE7EQ2M/s72-c/IMG_4413.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-4976217381376547169</id><published>2008-12-10T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T01:05:56.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;! Too good to be true.&gt;</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/4976217381376547169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=4976217381376547169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/4976217381376547169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/4976217381376547169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='&lt;! Too good to be true.&gt;'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-7262744125871082620</id><published>2008-11-24T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:32:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward Cullen get out of my head!</title><summary type='text'>*Sob****Let me just say that I NEVER usually use gay asian asterisks as quote marks to express my feeling however I can't seem to find any other way of saying it. (and after a day of debating workshop expressing myself shouldn't be such a hard task)so yes. *sob*PS [ read on if you want hear why i am sad and piss off if you don't give a phat patooty about it all]great. now I've scared any readers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7262744125871082620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=7262744125871082620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7262744125871082620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7262744125871082620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/11/edward-cullen-get-out-of-my-head.html' title='Edward Cullen get out of my head!'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-7641120198599149572</id><published>2008-11-14T02:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:13:21.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A List</title><summary type='text'>I've been holding this out for a long time. BUT I've got to say, the wait is so so worth it!Now I can finally say FREEDOM IS HERE~! and I Damn well Bloody deserve every second of it.So for the next 9 weeks I vow to absolutely make every minute of it count and I'm pretty sure the list of my random things to do isn't going to get shorter any time soon:1. BlOG2. Bake some nice nice cakes.Mmmm .. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7641120198599149572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=7641120198599149572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7641120198599149572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7641120198599149572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/11/list.html' title='A List'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-68409754925234075</id><published>2008-10-03T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T05:29:37.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R&amp;B - Really damn Bummy</title><summary type='text'>I had an epiphany the other day and it was during a pretty ordinary moment while I was chilling out on the bus trip home letting random shuffle on my iPod bring to my ears the bliss of all the different music genres.Rock. Indie. Hip Hop. House. Dance. Disney. R&amp;B.(yes i do consider *disney* a genre because i would say it takes up about as much memory on my Pod as any other type of song)And as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/68409754925234075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=68409754925234075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/68409754925234075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/68409754925234075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/10/r-really-damn-bummy.html' title='R&amp;B - Really damn Bummy'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-8131474343666282720</id><published>2008-09-19T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:06:32.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh How I hate Facebook</title><summary type='text'>So about two hours ago I logged onto facebook abcolutely determined to deactivate/delete my account. Why? because I'm not the sort of person who a) enjoys spending time browsing through other people's photos or loading virtual "bumper sticker" applications so that I can stick a sticker onto a friend's virtual bumper window or searching the world wide web to find any friend or non-friend or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/8131474343666282720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=8131474343666282720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/8131474343666282720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/8131474343666282720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-how-i-hate-facebook.html' title='oh How I hate Facebook'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-1870378744037175570</id><published>2008-09-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:54:26.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I see trees of green..."</title><summary type='text'>I made a another batch of my pretty fantabulous rainbow cupcakes yesterday and as I was stirring in the choco chips an epiphany of sorts hit me.The cupcake batter was pretty mundane looking as a big yellow mush in a bowl,but after it was split into little bowls and coloured, one couldn't help but look at the mush which was now pink, blue and yellow and grin (or maybe that's just me).After they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1870378744037175570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=1870378744037175570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1870378744037175570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1870378744037175570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-see-trees-of-green.html' title='&quot;I see trees of green...&quot;'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SMIiYzB0fSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/0BKZfPCdxY4/s72-c/IMG_7444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-7705978790124572904</id><published>2008-08-27T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:08:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEfrumped</title><summary type='text'>I’m happy today;But I’m sure it won’t last.Today I am glad,‘Cause my sad times have passed.It’s funny how whenYou’re down in the dumpsEven the prettiest thing,Can give you the grumps.When times get you down,You might find it tough,To differentiate from,The good things and the rough,Isn’t it odd, thatLike a flick of a switch;A ladder can fallBringing you out of that ditch?So I’m happy today,My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7705978790124572904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=7705978790124572904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7705978790124572904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7705978790124572904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/08/defrumped.html' title='DEfrumped'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-3681830215081632793</id><published>2008-08-25T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:32:23.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT</title><summary type='text'>I'm writing a post and making it snappy (because I have issues work to do - arrghh crap)Don't you hate it when someone, like a person who you've never been friends with , or maybe someone you only just met, or someone who you've never even met before,, goes out to find dirt about you. Actually, that's not the thing that bugs me, it's when someone finds out dirt about you ; talking to your friends</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3681830215081632793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=3681830215081632793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3681830215081632793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3681830215081632793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant.html' title='RANT'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-3189257413351061091</id><published>2008-08-12T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:19:37.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the good go?</title><summary type='text'>To whoever put the rainbow above my house as I was walking home ~ Thankyou, it brightened up my week. =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3189257413351061091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=3189257413351061091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3189257413351061091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3189257413351061091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-does-good-go.html' title='Where does the good go?'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SKFGOI-2xMI/AAAAAAAAADY/h5fdKFiCjvo/s72-c/11082008(005)2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-6168168398829467397</id><published>2008-08-11T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:56:48.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spontaneousness</title><summary type='text'>picked this one up from  my dearest postsecretsFunny how it applies perfectly to a large extent of my life.How sad.Well sometimes i feel that iPod shuffle really is the most spontaneous thing in my lifeThat and me and lin dropping a pen on the teahouse menu in order to pick our flavour of bubbletea. [it came out honey flavoured btw]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/6168168398829467397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=6168168398829467397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/6168168398829467397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/6168168398829467397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/08/spontaneousness.html' title='Spontaneousness'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SKAL90IZiwI/AAAAAAAAADI/61pvoSBtXP4/s72-c/shuffle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2289688036885098010</id><published>2008-08-01T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:11:56.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Ol Days</title><summary type='text'>A bit of sugar for your visual tastebuds :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2289688036885098010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2289688036885098010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2289688036885098010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2289688036885098010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-ol-days.html' title='The Good Ol Days'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJK3If4AZ6I/AAAAAAAAACM/eWOH22dog1o/s72-c/500013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-8748691485661263969</id><published>2008-07-31T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:59:02.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mind shit</title><summary type='text'>I've decided that I no longer like the new sexy look of my blogspot. It's too... boring?. dull? not eyecatching enough. Not saying I want exploding rainbows and pulsating banners, but maybe it needs an amendment to get this place lookig more.... me.But as I have just come out of a period of two weeks dedicated to one thing, that of which was not school work, it means that I have two weeks of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/8748691485661263969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=8748691485661263969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/8748691485661263969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/8748691485661263969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/mind-shit.html' title='mind shit'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-1898395698970938356</id><published>2008-07-18T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:44:42.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will not use the word "I" in this post...</title><summary type='text'>Didn't a certain someone say atthe very start of this blog that it wouldn't turn into a personal diary? and that there would be some effort to make the entries insightful, interesting at the least?woops. This is my theory about people:People who are the *agressive* type of people are said to constantly push their point of view. Without regard for others they not admit defeat despite all the angst</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1898395698970938356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=1898395698970938356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1898395698970938356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1898395698970938356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-will-not-use-word-i-in-this-post.html' title='I will not use the word &quot;I&quot; in this post...'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SICP0zgv64I/AAAAAAAAAB0/JTgK9T9_-ww/s72-c/IMG_0811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-3923309635649601289</id><published>2008-07-09T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:34:00.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bite my fingernails</title><summary type='text'>I bite my fingernails. It's a habit.My sister goes to me; "don't you get grossed out by the black shit under your fingernails when you bite them?"My reply: "No, because I don't have any fingernails for there to be black shit underneath!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3923309635649601289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=3923309635649601289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3923309635649601289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3923309635649601289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-bite-my-fingernails.html' title='I bite my fingernails'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-941877054521062013</id><published>2008-07-05T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T05:04:08.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><summary type='text'>Serendipity - A fortunate accidentSometimes I wish that life was controlled by fate. That day to day episodes were mere postcards which make up the complete collage, predestined happenings. That it's all layed out there for us to follow.I'm a terrible decision maker. Possibly the most indecisive person in the world (so I've been told), and so it is not suprising that the idea of a predestined </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/941877054521062013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=941877054521062013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/941877054521062013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/941877054521062013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-717499255270401567</id><published>2008-07-04T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:46:08.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Movie Script Ending</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine the other day said to me "I'm going to write a book about my life.""Wow" was my reply, "Actually, I used to want to do exactly the same thing""And then make a movie from the book..."That was until I realised how egotistical it would appear if I actually did. Plus, my writing skills aren't anything I'd try and sell.In fact, I think the only reason for my longing to make a movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/717499255270401567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=717499255270401567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/717499255270401567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/717499255270401567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-script-ending.html' title='A Movie Script Ending'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2614287058160491439</id><published>2008-06-27T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:58:14.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>appear offline</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2614287058160491439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2614287058160491439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2614287058160491439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2614287058160491439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-are-several-things-that-i-could.html' title='appear offline'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2924158851218117401</id><published>2008-06-21T06:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:02:26.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darn</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2924158851218117401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2924158851218117401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2924158851218117401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2924158851218117401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/06/english.html' title='darn'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-3810897691979130794</id><published>2008-06-17T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:16:43.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>asian boys. aihyah</title><summary type='text'>i've got to get this incident down so i never forget it.My sister is currently having boy troubles with an asian boy *shock horror!* and, in pure desperation - or maybe just for amusement and because she is the type of person who would do this, she went to dear ol' dad for advice.K: "dad, Tell me about asian boys"D: "YEs,, I kno lots about asian boys. Take a seat. Well what do you wanna know ey?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3810897691979130794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=3810897691979130794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3810897691979130794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3810897691979130794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/06/asian-boys-aihyah.html' title='asian boys. aihyah'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-6464416649197729581</id><published>2008-06-02T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:14:55.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;!---Harap---&gt;</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!----I was just reading over my blog. And stopped to laugh at the incredible stupidity of it all. Maybe, sometime in the future, I'll actually reveal this online diary which makes no sense at all to --- someone. And then I wont look like a maniac laughing in solitude [no, instead we can be maniacs together!].Actually the real reason why I was reading back on my older pieces of writing (and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/6464416649197729581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=6464416649197729581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/6464416649197729581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/6464416649197729581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/06/harap.html' title='&lt;!---Harap---&gt;'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-5323156982218658526</id><published>2008-04-24T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T06:42:49.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Post</title><summary type='text'>I'm writing a post. havnt yet decided what it's gonna be about.nup - complete brain blank. well adieu for now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/5323156982218658526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=5323156982218658526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/5323156982218658526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/5323156982218658526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/04/post.html' title='a Post'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-1873365179547391772</id><published>2008-04-09T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:04:32.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations: none</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!----I need some inspiration. Because right now I'm in a state of confusion. I'm going through denial about just about everything, and procrastinating like hell when I could be doing something constructive. I'm going round in circles because I just don't have that thing to push (or pull) me forward. And, in my desperate attempts to break free of this tedious cycle, I have, once again, found </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1873365179547391772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=1873365179547391772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1873365179547391772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1873365179547391772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/04/aspirations-none.html' title='Aspirations: none'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2883590693542735257</id><published>2008-04-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:11:45.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost smile</title><summary type='text'>Don't really have anything to epiphanize or theorize or rant abotu at the moment. Actually, I don't know why I have resorted to the good ol' computer screen at a time where I am feeling suprisingly happy.    :)  [thats a change!]I guess I'm here, on the blog, in order to note this particular happy moment down, and store it forever, incase it fades quickly.But I do know one thing that I wanted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2883590693542735257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2883590693542735257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2883590693542735257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2883590693542735257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/04/lost-smile.html' title='The Lost smile'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-144708039196860859</id><published>2008-03-31T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T06:13:15.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope:disapointment</title><summary type='text'>Ok here's the thing.I'm really not as stupid as I can make myself out to be. The reason why I do act in total ignorance of certain obvious facts is because, like half of this naive world: I am in denial. There you go. I'm not denying my state of denial. But I do want to put forward a sort of explaination.It's called hope. If there was no hope in our lives then can you imagine how dull it would be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/144708039196860859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=144708039196860859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/144708039196860859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/144708039196860859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/hopedissapointment.html' title='Hope:disapointment'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-3394738369004019213</id><published>2008-03-28T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:15:33.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that so often we get tied up in these big-ass dilemmas of ours: It causes pain, and tears, and sometimes - a hell of a lot of sacrifice, which turns out to bring you right back to square one. The only difference now is that you are tired, frustrated and drained out of your senses, asking yourself "why"? Why is it that you've just put yourself through hell.The answer doesn't exist; but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3394738369004019213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=3394738369004019213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3394738369004019213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3394738369004019213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-6371300148895467334</id><published>2008-03-26T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:11:37.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strange happenings</title><summary type='text'>So lately I've been having really bad dreams. Mum blames it on the giant chinese mushrooms [especially bought in bulk from malaysia once every two years when we visit and strangely enough when the family eats them for dinner we all wake up with epic tales of flying-man-eating goats or a skeleton nanny pushing a pram full of piranas]. Damn, we should really learn not to eat those mushies.But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/6371300148895467334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=6371300148895467334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/6371300148895467334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/6371300148895467334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-happenings.html' title='strange happenings'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-9091714384339101265</id><published>2008-03-22T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:40:56.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><summary type='text'>This is a nothing post.My mood at the moment : Nothingness.I don't know what to feel. My thoughts are too hurried for me to pick one up and wave it around in front of my face for examination. I feel - anxious [about what? I have no clue] also feeling lazy (what's new?). all this is coupled with the feeling of guilt. Done some pretty dumb things lately. Said some pretty stupid things. The thing is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/9091714384339101265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=9091714384339101265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/9091714384339101265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/9091714384339101265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-4547495088251353230</id><published>2008-03-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:06:30.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!---ARRRGHH. i need to punch something.. i need to bury my head in sand. or make that my whole bodyi need to cry.where's that shoulder that is meant to be there?---&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/4547495088251353230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=4547495088251353230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/4547495088251353230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/4547495088251353230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/arrrghh.html' title=''/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-7193796229447148160</id><published>2008-03-19T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:07:59.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pfft. You thinks that all your problems will be solved by distancing yourself from reality. Take it from me, my friend, denial is the wrong road. Inevitebly, shit will happen. And it's not really about you saving your poor damaged soul and turning your back on other people. What happened to all that talk about betrayal? Maybe you're not the person I thought. Maybe you just have to learn this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7193796229447148160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=7193796229447148160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7193796229447148160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7193796229447148160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/pfft.html' title=''/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-7238803751157874709</id><published>2008-03-18T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:51:59.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I can be careless at times. And I know that I made a mistake by now watching my steps more carefully today. But you saw what happened. Please, God, can you give me this chance for once and I will NOT screw around with it again. I promise. I am sorry for what I have done. And can't you see that I am trying my hardest? I don't know what I am doing wrong in every other aspect so please, God, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7238803751157874709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=7238803751157874709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7238803751157874709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7238803751157874709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-i-can-be-careless-at-times.html' title=''/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-720457429474754471</id><published>2008-03-17T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:09:10.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friend</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!---Today is the birthday of my good friend. It also happens to be the day after the birthday of another close friend. Happy birthday to the both of you. I really mean that. I wish for the best happiness each of these two legends could possibly have in hope that I can begin to repay all the loyalty they have shown me.It has only recently crossed my mind how incredibly fantastic this particular </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/720457429474754471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=720457429474754471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/720457429474754471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/720457429474754471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-friend.html' title='friend'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-3167205121382391511</id><published>2008-03-10T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:26:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/3167205121382391511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=3167205121382391511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3167205121382391511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/3167205121382391511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/R9YmCjtidlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0qe72V3hfVU/s72-c/IMG_0056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-697516304999448210</id><published>2008-03-10T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:20:55.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liectenstein</title><summary type='text'>I found it incredibly amusing when checking my emails today to find a email about this blog. I mean, as far as I'm concerned this page is simply a waste of space on the world wide web- unobtainable by the random browser. Heck, I've even tried purposely *stumbling* upon it *by accident* and through all the googling, couldn't find it. So I could say that the email that I received brought a small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/697516304999448210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=697516304999448210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/697516304999448210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/697516304999448210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/liectenstein.html' title='Liectenstein'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-4428321069946764661</id><published>2008-03-02T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:15:02.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear world</title><summary type='text'>Dear Friends, Non-Friends, Aunties, Uncles, Family, World in general and Me,I do not want a boyfriend. When are you going to get that little fact into your little heads? I mean, how hard a concept could it possibly be. You go on about sacrificing everything and doing your absolute best to get a satisfactory mark in VCE and but then look at me with mouths hanging (and is that a trail of drool I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/4428321069946764661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=4428321069946764661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/4428321069946764661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/4428321069946764661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/03/dear-world.html' title='Dear world'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2443023923759074637</id><published>2008-02-06T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:47:47.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe,</title><summary type='text'>Well Chinese New Year is back again. And as is only tradition I just had to get out our good ol' VCD of those 4 teenie-bopper girls. Tell me you know who I'm talking about; Those four six-year old chinese girls who go around singing Chinese New Year songs - except in Pop. Known for their *cute* chinese procelin faces and perfectly choreographed movements in the video clips dancing in and out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2443023923759074637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2443023923759074637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2443023923759074637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2443023923759074637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Maybe,'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-9070748227275620588</id><published>2008-02-06T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T05:39:35.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gong Xi Fa Cai</title><summary type='text'>If I made a list of all the chinese superstitions that i'm expected to follow it would take me longer than I am planning on spending on this blog. New years was 23 minutes ago [The Chinese one btw] and as of today I can't use knifes, say the words ___ or _____, take a shower or fight- at all. I was just thinking about all the superstitions before and wondered if they weren't at all being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/9070748227275620588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=9070748227275620588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/9070748227275620588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/9070748227275620588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-fa-cai.html' title='Gong Xi Fa Cai'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-7325161994354800268</id><published>2008-02-03T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:12:35.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging- justifiable?</title><summary type='text'>I promised myself that this blog site wouldn't be one of those where all you see when you enter the sight is "today I did this... and it was lyk soo cool... and then we went there... and I ... and she ...me... me... me" But seeing I've used the word "I" to begin this very posts, that resolution has just gone down the drain.Blogs are tricky things. I used to think that people who kept blogs did so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/7325161994354800268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=7325161994354800268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7325161994354800268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/7325161994354800268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/02/blogging-justifiable-you-decide.html' title='Blogging- justifiable?'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2319364699724594034</id><published>2008-02-03T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T04:02:00.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it's all about- lah.</title><summary type='text'>Hopefully this post will be more - substantial- than the last.Ideally this blog is where I keep all the thoughts and *theories* that are constantly bombading my pea-sized intellect (as good ol' William Someone- Hugh Grant in Notting Hill described it). This blog is my personal pensieve; sometime in the near or far future I might revisit these thoughts of mine... and most likely find that they are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2319364699724594034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2319364699724594034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2319364699724594034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2319364699724594034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hopefully-this-post-will-be-more.html' title='What it&apos;s all about- lah.'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-2699085953258377338</id><published>2008-01-29T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:13:25.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's odd</title><summary type='text'>Why do "I" get a CAPITAL letter but "you" doesn't/don't? (that's a grammar twister right there)Talk about discrimination!Poor you.ps. yeah that's the end of my great epiphany for today.and in conclusion to that little peice of fantastic, history making literature, we've can safely conclude that you are poor [not the *cha-ching* definition]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/2699085953258377338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=2699085953258377338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2699085953258377338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/2699085953258377338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/01/thats-odd.html' title='That&apos;s odd'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2602328789744176894.post-1186196172942923956</id><published>2008-01-03T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:43:11.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions...Schmesolutions</title><summary type='text'>Well, seeing as the New Year has already stolen the year from us I figured I'd better make a few resolutions. Not the first brainiac to come up with that idea.I must say I don't really understand those people who go around proud to exclaim that "this year, my New Year's resolution is to not make any New Year's Resolutions!". What's wrong with making New Year's resolutions ey? Yes, there is that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/feeds/1186196172942923956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2602328789744176894&amp;postID=1186196172942923956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1186196172942923956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2602328789744176894/posts/default/1186196172942923956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasph-emy.blogspot.com/2008/01/resolutionsschmesolutions.html' title='Resolutions...Schmesolutions'/><author><name>EmTay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07811876182781886099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_xGDZCB3-1O0/SJVQ8MsAOTI/AAAAAAAAACc/QGZ5hj98qb4/S220/IMG_2752.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
