<?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-5376464</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:04:07.036+08:00</updated><category term='Discovery Suites'/><category term='MTV Philippines'/><title type='text'>Odie's Atomic Dustbin</title><subtitle type='html'>Confessions of A Demented Mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-4029882432041058963</id><published>2009-03-12T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:49:06.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Down...</title><summary type='text'>There are some projects that you're glad it's finally OVER!  And this is one of them.  At the end of everything you're not even sure if you're going to be proud of it or LOATHE it.  But for the sake of posterity...I might as well.  In loving memory of the blood, sweat and tears, not to mention all that precious time and energy... here it is... another project done and we move on to the next...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/4029882432041058963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=4029882432041058963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/4029882432041058963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/4029882432041058963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-down.html' title='One Down...'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ns7i9thQKww/SbiF30qm5HI/AAAAAAAAADE/loD3YzIqwYA/s72-c/Globe+Broadband.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-8555067740539243457</id><published>2008-12-17T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:26:07.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Australia 2008</title><summary type='text'>Finally, a real vacation!  I've been looking forward to this for months and finally November 28 came and we all packed our bags and headed Down Undah!  I loved every minute of it! Didn't matter if I got overtanned, I love Australia and I will definitely come back and visit.  Click away and see some of the sights of Brisbane and Sydney.BrisbaneSydneyAnd of course the real reason why we went there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/8555067740539243457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=8555067740539243457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8555067740539243457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8555067740539243457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/12/adventure-australia-2008.html' title='Adventure Australia 2008'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ns7i9thQKww/SUkKxhMvyoI/AAAAAAAAACk/kmmHKYnGXrw/s72-c/OA_DSC_1995_lores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-1490426883349778200</id><published>2008-10-24T12:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:49:49.859+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discovery Suites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MTV Philippines'/><title type='text'>What's Kept Me</title><summary type='text'>There is no other reason for my absence in the blogging world aside from (what else) but work!  I've been juggling between projects.  But here I am taking the time to blog about it.  Here are the two of my major projects.  Please take the time to visit.  Two down.... more to go!Discovery Suites WebsiteMTV Philippines Website</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/1490426883349778200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=1490426883349778200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/1490426883349778200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/1490426883349778200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-kept-me.html' title='What&apos;s Kept Me'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ns7i9thQKww/SQFSkfGYfKI/AAAAAAAAACE/IF8xS4JRyZc/s72-c/Dsuites.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-6556289853245245713</id><published>2008-08-25T19:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:29:28.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaching with the Family</title><summary type='text'>Dad's home again, so its time for another family trip and this time we headed to Subic's Camayan Beach Resort for some R&amp;R.  Just in case you're keeping tabs, the last family trip was in Baguio.  Here are some lovely photos of our Subic trip, click away folks...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/6556289853245245713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=6556289853245245713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6556289853245245713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6556289853245245713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/08/beaching-with-family.html' title='Beaching with the Family'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-2717983158317602202</id><published>2008-07-28T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:59:59.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anesthetic</title><summary type='text'>I've been working non-stop for the last couple weeks, hence my long absence in the blogging world.  The weird (or sick)  thing is... I actually like it.  It's almost like a drug that puts my brain in auto mode for long periods of time.  It's been so toxic that I'm physically getting sick because of it.  But that hasn't stop me-- at all.  I just keep on going. When I think about it (which I try to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/2717983158317602202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=2717983158317602202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2717983158317602202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2717983158317602202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/07/anesthetic.html' title='Anesthetic'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-1981509953593551917</id><published>2008-07-23T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T16:05:17.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Fonts were People</title><summary type='text'>I would have to be crazy not to share this.  It's too funny.  See more funny videos and funny pictures at CollegeHumor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/1981509953593551917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=1981509953593551917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/1981509953593551917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/1981509953593551917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/07/if-fonts-were-people.html' title='If Fonts were People'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-7034304820855479765</id><published>2008-07-01T14:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:00:51.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin, Flabby and Spotted</title><summary type='text'>Back from the dead!Just to let you in on the news, I was stricken with the pox for the last two weeks (I am well now thank you very much), which has left me spotted and 4 pounds less off my weight.  But I have taken care of that with a quick visit to my derma and finally a trip to the gym!  Two weeks without 'gyming' is unbearable.  I hate flab.On better news, I have finally tried surfing!  Two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/7034304820855479765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=7034304820855479765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7034304820855479765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7034304820855479765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/07/thin-flabby-and-spotted.html' title='Thin, Flabby and Spotted'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-8522616080936791849</id><published>2008-05-28T10:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:22:53.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Am I?</title><summary type='text'>How am I--is the subject of much controversy nowadays and it all comes in different forms.  Whether its through a text message, a message through ym, a short call, an email, a comment on my blog, it actually feels overwhelming and maybe even slightly comforting.  That's what you get for having good quality friends.A question too simple merits a short answer of which I don't have. Of course I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/8522616080936791849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=8522616080936791849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8522616080936791849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8522616080936791849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-am-i.html' title='How Am I?'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-2231129686555468039</id><published>2008-05-26T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:47:26.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio &amp; Fish Nibbles</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I was 3 years old Baguio has been our family's destination of choice for a quick getaway, which meant most of the summers of my childhood was spent there.  Although nowadays our quick getaways have been replaced with trips abroad or to places nearby...sometimes we still go back just for the heck of it... and that we did two weeks ago.  Here are a few of some interesting photos.  For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/2231129686555468039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=2231129686555468039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2231129686555468039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2231129686555468039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/05/baguio-fish-nibbles.html' title='Baguio &amp; Fish Nibbles'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-8277882474449994012</id><published>2008-05-11T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:16:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispy Mint M&amp;Ms</title><summary type='text'>If you actually think this post is about Crispy Mint M&amp;Ms then I will disappoint you.  Best not to proceed because this is going to be a long one and it has absolutely nothing to do with chocolates.This whole break-up business is gruesome.  It reminded me why I never get into relationships in the first place. (Note to self.)The whole detachment process is EXCRUCIATING.  It's like undergoing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/8277882474449994012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=8277882474449994012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8277882474449994012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8277882474449994012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/05/crispy-mint-m.html' title='Crispy Mint M&amp;Ms'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-4819784724806826398</id><published>2008-05-05T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:56:29.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><summary type='text'>The way I see it if you know how to say 'Hi' then you should know how to say 'Goodbye'.  It's a pretty simple concept.  In fact, it's so simple a lot of us take it for granted like so many other simple things.We say 'Hi' when we get introduced to someone new or when we recognize someone in the street and if you're the friendly type you just say 'Hi' to practically everyone... which can be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/4819784724806826398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=4819784724806826398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/4819784724806826398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/4819784724806826398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/05/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-288322777718888222</id><published>2008-04-29T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:13:32.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billboard for Google Video in Berlin</title><summary type='text'>I'm posting something happy today 'cause I know two days from now... things are going to turn for the worst.Check out this really cool billboard for Google Video in Berlin.  It's genius!Happy viewing!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/288322777718888222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=288322777718888222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/288322777718888222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/288322777718888222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/04/billboard-for-google-video-in-berlin.html' title='Billboard for Google Video in Berlin'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-5954141629282258209</id><published>2008-04-28T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:03:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><summary type='text'>I'm using this site as my home base again after realizing I couldn't put up with LJ's limitations and mine. I will be making a few updates very very soon.  After the way things are going, I sure will.  Not exactly the changes I want but that's just how the cookie crumbles.Come back soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/5954141629282258209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=5954141629282258209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/5954141629282258209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/5954141629282258209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-8446060674398042788</id><published>2008-04-24T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:13:45.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Woman Walking</title><summary type='text'>It's almost close to 8 weeks and counting... and all I've done is wait.... waiting for the Executioner to finally drop the guillotine and he hasn't come yet.Where is he?  What's taking him so long?  I remember he called me up through my cellphone to hand me my sentence with a promise that I will have my chance to present my case and defend it.   The chance never came.  And so I willingly put </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/8446060674398042788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=8446060674398042788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8446060674398042788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8446060674398042788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/04/dead-woman-walking.html' title='Dead Woman Walking'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-7504358809618046520</id><published>2008-04-11T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:31:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Adventure Photos!</title><summary type='text'>As promised... click on!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/7504358809618046520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=7504358809618046520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7504358809618046520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7504358809618046520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/04/shanghai-adventure-photos.html' title='Shanghai Adventure Photos!'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-2425546838441294956</id><published>2008-04-10T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:19:49.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><summary type='text'>I don't want to sound so profound but given the situation... I just can't help it sometimes.  Here goes... In some situations words spoken are better than words written.  It's how we say it, how our eyes speak, how our hands move or how our bodies shift that make all the difference in what we want to convey.  Sometimes it's even not enough to just say it.  You need to see and you need feel it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/2425546838441294956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=2425546838441294956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2425546838441294956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2425546838441294956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-2324367770790828896</id><published>2008-04-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:12:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><summary type='text'>I'm back!  Four days worth of Shanghai adventures.  That was quite the experience.  It was fun while it lasted.  I will post pix through my multiply site, which I haven't touched in years (didn't really know what to do with it) but I have yet to go through all 161 photos I took there.  So hang on. Here are some notable places we visited:  The Bund- The great divide between the old and new faces </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/2324367770790828896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=2324367770790828896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2324367770790828896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2324367770790828896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-8810314976665814531</id><published>2008-04-02T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:52:54.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai or Bust</title><summary type='text'>Here's something to look forward to.  We're going to Shanghai!  That will be me and my best friend Lorena, who found this tour package for a steal in the newspaper.  Her timing is perfect.  It will be my first time to go on vacation not just because I love to travel and see new places because I just wanna DISAPPEAR-- at least for just 4 short days.  We're leaving on Friday.I've been to Beijing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/8810314976665814531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=8810314976665814531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8810314976665814531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8810314976665814531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/04/shanghai-or-bust.html' title='Shanghai or Bust'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-6060438260010845310</id><published>2008-03-31T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T17:30:19.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Multiply</title><summary type='text'>Bet you guys didn't know about my Multiply site.  It's something I had before and I'm trying to update it now.  I'm still finding that inspiration to hit me so I can start cleaning and updating my sites. I'm just hoping and praying my lack of inspiration ends soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/6060438260010845310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=6060438260010845310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6060438260010845310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6060438260010845310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-multiply.html' title='My Multiply'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-7022822008054455853</id><published>2008-03-13T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:00:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Stand</title><summary type='text'>I made my last stand today.  I figured since everything is falling apart already, might as well make everything fall apart the right away, if there even were such a thing.   In worst case scenarios, you try to do the best that you could so in the end, you walk away with a peace of mind.   But it doesn't stop there unfortunately, sometimes all we can do is wait and hope....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/7022822008054455853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=7022822008054455853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7022822008054455853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7022822008054455853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-stand.html' title='Last Stand'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-5288923362565073557</id><published>2008-03-11T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:55:15.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Incubus</title><summary type='text'>I heart Brandon Boyd and the rest of Incubus for making me forget the depressive pathetic state I am in for 90 minutes straight! Needless to say the whole concert was a blast!  I can't believe they sang songs from almost every album they made from S.C.I.E.N.C.E, Make Yourself, Morning View, A Crow Left of the Murder and of course their latest Light Grenades! I was totally out of my mind when they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/5288923362565073557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=5288923362565073557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/5288923362565073557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/5288923362565073557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-heart-incubus.html' title='I Heart Incubus'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-8531386892239777166</id><published>2008-03-11T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:34:36.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardonez-Moi</title><summary type='text'>Originally I had a vision for this site to be my laboratory of the online world but instead it has been all about my life as of late.  My lack of inspiration at this time is due to ongoing events that I have not expected and tough times have led me to be less inclined to explore new things. But please, bare with me here. I shall try to find inspiration in whatever way I can.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/8531386892239777166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=8531386892239777166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8531386892239777166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8531386892239777166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/03/pardonez-moi.html' title='Pardonez-Moi'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-7038596643226081252</id><published>2008-03-07T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:59:56.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to get my mind off</title><summary type='text'>Perfect timing.  Something to get my mind off recent events that have rendered me too depressed to even function. Incubus is back in Manila!  Watched them the first time and watching them again.  Can't get enough.  Me and my concert buddy, Carlo will be there in our comfy lower box seats.Anyone going?  See you guys there!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/7038596643226081252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=7038596643226081252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7038596643226081252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7038596643226081252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-to-get-my-mind-off.html' title='Something to get my mind off'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-7634074572194961970</id><published>2008-03-04T09:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T15:55:59.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Space</title><summary type='text'>Space, the final frontier.  No, that's not what I'm talking about.  I'm talking about this kind of  S  P  A  C  E.Space is good.  Space makes you think, it gives you that inner peace.  A place to relax and be alone.  A temporary recluse from the chaos of the world below.Right now I'm not a big fan of it.  Right now space spells uncertainty, impending doom, a disaster waiting to happen.  It spells</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/7634074572194961970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=7634074572194961970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7634074572194961970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7634074572194961970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/03/space.html' title='Space'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-7653026287584677364</id><published>2008-02-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T17:20:43.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Myself Laugh</title><summary type='text'>I'm watching these videos tearing up.  Laughter... it's the best medicine... I'm fucking Matt DamonI'm fucking Ben Affleck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/7653026287584677364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=7653026287584677364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7653026287584677364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/7653026287584677364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/02/making-myself-laugh.html' title='Making Myself Laugh'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-826474508322673161</id><published>2008-02-19T11:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:57:24.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><summary type='text'>Been feeling nostalgic for the last couple of days and its not because I'm becoming terribly sentimental but its MAINLY because I have been looking for these rare MP3s (circa college days 1999 thereabouts). Most unexplainable of all is that I could not seem to find them in torrent or even in Limewire. Frustrating.And so, I might just have to content myself in watching them through youtube. Here </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/826474508322673161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=826474508322673161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/826474508322673161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/826474508322673161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/02/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-3097873607736817567</id><published>2008-02-06T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T10:50:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a citizen of Snoozerville!</title><summary type='text'>Snoozerville Needs You!  I found this cute little site from Kei that let's you create your own City (and you even get to name it) and all you have to do is ask your friends to visit it and post little messages about it to make the city grow.  Pretty low maintenance if you ask me.  Here's mine.  I hope you guys take the time out to post something when you get to Snoozerville!  Snoozerville </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/3097873607736817567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=3097873607736817567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3097873607736817567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3097873607736817567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-citizen-of-snoozerville.html' title='Be a citizen of Snoozerville!'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-718987715060985089</id><published>2008-01-04T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:15:51.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schnoozing with a MAC (The New Year Entry)</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year folks!  It's the big 08!   Our creative director says that once I've tried a MAC.... you can never go back (to regula PC)... gasp!  And I would never have found out how true this was until my laptop crashed and the only available computer in the office is a MAC G4 (lovely!).  But I have to admit that at first I kind of dreaded the idea of using the MAC thinking that it wasn't going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/718987715060985089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=718987715060985089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/718987715060985089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/718987715060985089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2008/01/schnoozing-with-mac-new-year-entry.html' title='Schnoozing with a MAC (The New Year Entry)'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-2280209342433056889</id><published>2007-11-26T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T12:03:03.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We won!  We won!</title><summary type='text'>We won!!!Pinoy DVD wins best E-Commerce site at the 10th Philippine Web Awards!  Woohoo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/2280209342433056889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=2280209342433056889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2280209342433056889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/2280209342433056889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-won-we-won.html' title='We won!  We won!'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-6501830702110749951</id><published>2007-11-20T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:57:27.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Kids Shows and... Inday</title><summary type='text'>I am exhausted.  This will explain my blogging hiatus.  If I'm too tired, I would rather immerse myself in some online game like KoL (which I so love) or anything Jay recommends.  I just could not bring myself to blog.But here's something worth blogging....a Kids show gone bad and this is for real!  Watch and weep!And speaking of blogs... our beloved Inday Ang Sosyal na Katulong has her own space</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/6501830702110749951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=6501830702110749951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6501830702110749951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6501830702110749951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-kids-shows-and-inday.html' title='Of Kids Shows and... Inday'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-6420903798249672956</id><published>2007-10-26T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T16:57:26.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh. My. God.</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to all of you who have voted.  All four of our wonderful entries to the 10th Philippine Web Awards are now finalists!There's still time to vote you guys!  Wahoo!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/6420903798249672956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=6420903798249672956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6420903798249672956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/6420903798249672956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh. My. God.'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-3907500000561425307</id><published>2007-10-15T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:53:15.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Marketing 101: Coke Zero</title><summary type='text'>Friends from the multi-media marketing and advertising world (and for those who want a glimpse of it), read up!  Here's another excellent example of using the Internet to launch and support a marketing campaign.  This one is launching and promoting Coke Zero.... its fantastic... it creates hype, its hilarious and I think it actually works.  Look around their site and there's lots in store for you!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/3907500000561425307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=3907500000561425307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3907500000561425307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3907500000561425307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/10/online-marketing-101-coke-zero.html' title='Online Marketing 101: Coke Zero'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-295336371628438896</id><published>2007-10-08T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T13:46:53.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favor....</title><summary type='text'> Because you are all my friends, I know you will help us win in the 10th Philippine Web Awards!Here are our entries!For Community Portal: San Miguel Great Food ClubFor E-Commerce: Pinoy DVDFor News and Media: MTV PhilippinesFor Schools: Marilou Diaz-Abaya Film InstituteYou have two ways to VOTE! 1. VOTE ONLINE.     All you have to do is visit   http://www.philippinewebawards.com/default.asp  and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/295336371628438896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=295336371628438896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/295336371628438896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/295336371628438896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/10/favor.html' title='Favor....'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-8477705949118841097</id><published>2007-09-25T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:16:30.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook, iLike.. etc.</title><summary type='text'>I am running out of ideas to put in this site, to be perfectly honest.  I am open to suggestions at this point.  In a way its kind of limiting.  Either that or I need to learn more about capabilities of some web applications a.k.a technical stuff.  But since time has been rare, what I have been doing lately (thanks to Gabs) is experimenting with some networking sites like Facebook and iLike, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/8477705949118841097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=8477705949118841097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8477705949118841097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/8477705949118841097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/09/facebook-ilike-etc.html' title='Facebook, iLike.. etc.'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-686422536940110402</id><published>2007-09-05T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:52:16.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webbies!</title><summary type='text'>The Philippine Web Awards are here again!View the nominees here.But....Here are our proud entrees (a.k.a. the sites you need to watch out for, :P) :For Community Portal: San Miguel Great Food ClubFor E-Commerce: Pinoy DVDFor News and Media: MTV PhilippinesFor Schools: Marilou Diaz-Abaya Film InstituteWoohoo!  I hope we win!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/686422536940110402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=686422536940110402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/686422536940110402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/686422536940110402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/09/webbies.html' title='Webbies!'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-19612539663347027</id><published>2007-08-15T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:06:37.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding a Header Image</title><summary type='text'>I figured I should at least try to add a header image for this site.  Making one wasn't a such a problem, nothing Photoshop couldn't handle.  So off I went, hosted my image and added the code to my template with the help of Dreamweaver.  I saved my work and previewed it and it was exactly how I wanted it to turn out.  It was just all a matter of finding the header tags and voila!  Very uneventful</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/19612539663347027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=19612539663347027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/19612539663347027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/19612539663347027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/08/adding-header-image.html' title='Adding a Header Image'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-3420856697478518024</id><published>2007-08-08T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T18:29:35.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Web Widgets</title><summary type='text'>So I finally had time again to work on my nuke site of which I have recently added some web widgets on my side bar.  I didn't realize how addicting it was until now!  But I had to control myself or else my site would look like some horrible explosion of non-sense.  I had added a blufr widget since I've always been a sucker for trivia- useful or not.  I also added a digital clock... just cause I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/3420856697478518024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=3420856697478518024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3420856697478518024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3420856697478518024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/08/web-widgets.html' title='Web Widgets'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-4205156987397893409</id><published>2007-08-01T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:53:28.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favicons</title><summary type='text'>At the moment the only change I can afford to do to in this site is add a favicon.  I couldn't figure out how to do this until I realized I needed to host my favicon somewhere first.  Since I absolutely know NOTHING about hosting a favicon, I searched and found a site that does just that..... host favicons!  The whole site was like friendster of favicons you can update whenever you want!After </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/4205156987397893409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=4205156987397893409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/4205156987397893409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/4205156987397893409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/08/favicons-at-moment-only-change-i-can.html' title='Favicons'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-3206527786752267244</id><published>2007-07-20T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:54:16.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEST JOURNAL ENTRY #1</title><summary type='text'>I have recently introduced myself to my friend Dreamweaver in my attempts to get reacquainted to the world of HTML.  So far it's all about editing text and inserting images for now.  Reading the Help manual seems to be effective but I am too impatient.  I need to cut that out and start reading!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/3206527786752267244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=3206527786752267244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3206527786752267244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3206527786752267244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/07/test-journal-entry-1-i-have-recently.html' title='TEST JOURNAL ENTRY #1'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-3841429172230630685</id><published>2007-07-20T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:56:02.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TESTING...TESTING...</title><summary type='text'>From this day forward, this space will be Odie's laboratory in her attempts to develop the skills of a web developer.  Recurring bugs or strange occurrences should be ignored and will be dealt with as soon as she finds her bearings and figures out what to do.  Everything here is strictly experimental.For relevant posts, please refer to her livejournal.Godspeed!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/3841429172230630685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=3841429172230630685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3841429172230630685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/3841429172230630685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-this-day-forward-this-space-will.html' title='TESTING...TESTING...'/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-110806813500540961</id><published>2005-02-11T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T04:43:20.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of the Unexplained and UnexpectedI choose not to know why or how or even when. Sometimes things are better left unsaid. Mysteries they remain and probably will forever be.For instance, how do you explain believing in something so impossible yet the pursuit remains ruthless? Or when the odds are great but the vision is still clear? Or when the wind blows and knocks you out senseless but still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/110806813500540961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=110806813500540961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110806813500540961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110806813500540961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2005/02/of-unexplained-and-unexpected-i-choose.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-110724654988496530</id><published>2005-02-01T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:29:09.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making the Same Mistakes... AgainI couldn't even bring myself to say it.  Just the thought of it leaves a lingering bitter taste in my mouth. She said she saw it coming and obviously I never did, like all other things.  In the beginning it was all about making a point.  I believed that once I have achieved that, things will be better.  It was that simple.  I never meant it to get complicated.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/110724654988496530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=110724654988496530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110724654988496530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110724654988496530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2005/02/making-same-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-110687322692987144</id><published>2005-01-28T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T08:47:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TomorrowAvril LavigneAnd I Wanna Believe YouWhen You Tell Me That It Will Be OkayYa, I Try To Believe YouBut I Don'tWhen you say that it's gonna beIt always turns out to be a different wayI try to believe youNot today, today, today, today, todayI don't know how I'll feelTomorrowTomorrowI don't know what to sayTomorrowTomorrow is a different dayIts always been up to youIt's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/110687322692987144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=110687322692987144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110687322692987144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110687322692987144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2005/01/tomorrow-avril-lavigne-and-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-110687131461426207</id><published>2005-01-28T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T08:15:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life After DeathMorning after morning, experiencing every rude awakening that could possibly happen, the world appears crude, dark and merciless. Nothing can seem to change this. As a result, I have made myself captive to the world, refusing to give in to its whims thinking it would do no good. I have kept to myself refusing any kind of help for I know this would only complicate matters and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/110687131461426207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=110687131461426207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110687131461426207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110687131461426207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-after-death-morning-after-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-110111338988864925</id><published>2004-11-22T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:49:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ignorance is BlissSometimes things are better off unexplained.  Sometimes headaches and heartaches are borne out of complications in an attempt to explain the unexplainable.  Just let things be.  We don't want to know why we're happy as long as we are.  Just let me be and you don't have to do anything else but watch me as I find myself get lost in you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/110111338988864925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=110111338988864925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110111338988864925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110111338988864925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/11/ignorance-is-bliss-sometimes-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-110076206496480143</id><published>2004-11-18T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:16:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the Way DownRyan CabreraSick and Tired of this worldThere's no more airTrippin' over myselfGoin' nowhereWaitingSuffocatingNo directionAnd I took a diveAnd on the way downI saw youAnd you saved meFrom myselfAnd I won't forgetThe way you loved meOn the way downAlmost fell right throughBut I held onto youI've been wondering whyIt's only meHave you always been inside</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/110076206496480143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=110076206496480143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110076206496480143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110076206496480143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-way-down-ryan-cabrera-sick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-110076189470895487</id><published>2004-11-18T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:11:34.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington DCIt was the perfect season, orange begets red with shades of brown in between.  The cold air freezing the moment, the scent of the leaves intoxicating.  Surrounded by monuments so proud and important, feeling so small.  It's so easy to get lost yet you don't mind.  I felt like exploring and so that's what I did.  But sometimes I wondered how you were and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/110076189470895487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=110076189470895487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110076189470895487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/110076189470895487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/11/pennsylvania-avenue-washington-dc-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109931472035998868</id><published>2004-11-01T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T21:12:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 WeeksSomehow you bring out the worst and best out of me and you don't even know-- not even a clue.  Like morphin you numb the wounds which you have deliberately inflicted in me.  For how long am I to suffer like this?  I wish I knew.  I am enraptured and I can't break free.  You're all I ever needed.And now I am given the chance to open my eyes-- for two weeks.  Enough time for me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109931472035998868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109931472035998868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109931472035998868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109931472035998868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/11/2-weeks-somehow-you-bring-out-worst.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109877783119756591</id><published>2004-10-26T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:03:51.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self-PreservationSometimes we have to runaway in order to save ourselves.  Back when we were young we learned to avoid things that hurt us.  It's usually the same when we're all grown up, especially when we find ourselves in the same situation wherein we somehow foresee that the situation would lead you to something much worse.But the hardest and most challenging thing about this is the thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109877783119756591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109877783119756591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109877783119756591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109877783119756591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/self-preservation-sometimes-we-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109877814523770791</id><published>2004-10-26T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T16:09:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BrokenSeetherI wanted you to know I love the way you laughI wanna hold you high and steal your pain awayI keep your photograph and I know it serves me wellI wanna hold you high and steal your pain‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesomeAnd I don’t feel right when you’re gone awayYou've gone away, you don't feel me, anymoreThe worst is over now and we can breathe againI wanna hold you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109877814523770791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109877814523770791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109877814523770791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109877814523770791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/broken-seether-i-wanted-you-to-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109843373714488106</id><published>2004-10-22T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:28:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Necessary EvilSometimes to forget something or someone, you need to let go, even if it means letting go of EVERYTHING.  It is easier said than done... but it is necessary because sometimes it is the only way to get things right again.  It's definitely not an easy thing to do, in fact it is probably the hardest especially if you are trying to detach yourself from something so important.  I guess</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109843373714488106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109843373714488106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109843373714488106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109843373714488106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/necessary-evil-sometimes-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109825281670191330</id><published>2004-10-20T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T14:24:35.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth SerumIt's like a poison that creeps into your veins, slowly making its way into your head and then into your heart. Before you know it, you feel the cold envelope your entire being until you let out one last frozen breathe. The torture comes when you suddenly realize there is no stopping the process. I have found the source of the poison that runs through my veins and I can only beg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109825281670191330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109825281670191330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109825281670191330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109825281670191330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/truth-serum-its-like-poison-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109816996453435630</id><published>2004-10-19T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T15:12:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drowning Pool Part 2I hide underneath the cloak of denial.  I pretend I do not hear, see or feel.  Whoever said Out of Sight Out of Mind is a fool, for he continues to live and breathe in my memories.  My immortal.  My face gaunt, expressionless, trying to hide the truth.  I pretend each day is an ordinary day.  I'm too scared to even close my eyes for he would visit me in my dreams.  And in my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109816996453435630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109816996453435630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109816996453435630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109816996453435630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/drowning-pool-part-2-i-hide-underneath_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109801561046808150</id><published>2004-10-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:20:10.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Miss YouBlink 182Hello there, the angel from my nightmareThe shadow in the background of the morgueThe unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valleyWe can live like Jack and Sally if we wantWhere you can always find meWe'll have Halloween on ChristmasAnd in the night we'll wish this never endsWe'll wish this never ends(I miss you, I miss you)(I miss you, I miss you)Where are you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109801561046808150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109801561046808150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109801561046808150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109801561046808150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-miss-you-blink-182-hello-there-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109801445667523104</id><published>2004-10-17T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:00:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Grateful DeadThings are good but it could be better.  I find myself compromising a lot of things only to get less than what I've bargained for.  I wanted something more.  I guess I could just be grateful for what we already have but I keep wondering if there was so much more to it or if there could be.  I could just have it easy but I chose not to.  I chose the road less traveled rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109801445667523104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109801445667523104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109801445667523104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109801445667523104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/grateful-dead-things-are-good-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109713397243192010</id><published>2004-10-07T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T15:26:12.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drowning PoolI had another dream but this time it is something to remember.  I was sunbathing next to a not-so-ordinary pool which had rocks beneath it.  While examining the pool I found a very interesting looking rock below and it was the deepest blue I have ever seen and found myself wanting to reach for it.  So I dove in the pool and searched for this unique rock and was happy that I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109713397243192010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109713397243192010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109713397243192010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109713397243192010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/drowning-pool-i-had-another-dream-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109709351213544497</id><published>2004-10-07T04:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T04:19:57.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trying to make myself smile...You are the fox.Saint Exupery's 'The Little Prince' Quiz.brought to you by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109709351213544497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109709351213544497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109709351213544497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109709351213544497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/trying-to-make-myself-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109704640928348819</id><published>2004-10-06T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:06:49.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lost &amp; ConfusedI woke up last night with the strangest dream but I couldn't remember what it was.  All I can remember was waking up with a feeling of great loss.  I felt I lost something so important to me but I couldn't figure out what it was.   I was driving to work with that same feeling and it frustrated me to no end just to know what exactly I've lost.  And then it suddenly dawned to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109704640928348819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109704640928348819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109704640928348819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109704640928348819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/lost-confused-i-woke-up-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109693287518722227</id><published>2004-10-05T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T07:35:35.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I might as well...Amber 311Brainstormtake me away from the normI got to tell you somethingthis phenomenonI had to put it in a songand it goes likeWhoa, amber is the color of your energywhoa, shades of gold displayed naturallyyou ought to know what brings me hereyou glide through my head blind to fearand I know whywhoa, amber is the color of your energywhoa, shades of gold </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109693287518722227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109693287518722227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109693287518722227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109693287518722227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-might-as-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109687405403312162</id><published>2004-10-04T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:20:10.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the Way DownOn the way downI saw the world upside-downas I feel myself fall.On the way downI saw the crowd gather belowto make way for my descent.On the way downI watched time in slow motionas my head neared the ground.On the way downI feel the blood rush to my faceas gravity takes control over me.On the way downI saw you smile and wave at mebefore my head hit the ground.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109687405403312162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109687405403312162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109687405403312162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109687405403312162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/on-way-down-on-way-down-i-saw-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109685335708612753</id><published>2004-10-04T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T09:50:18.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death Becomes HerDo you know what it's like when the sun shows itself but you don't feel its warmth? Or how the wind would pass you by but you don't feel its strength? Or how the rain falls in your face but you don't feel its dampness? It's an all too familiar feeling for me. I should say that it happens all the time, so I shouldn't even be surprised. But I couldn't help it sometimes. Sometimes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109685335708612753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109685335708612753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109685335708612753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109685335708612753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/death-becomes-her-do-you-know-what-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109680839853332124</id><published>2004-10-03T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T20:59:58.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MindI love the beach, so whenever I'm not doing so well I mentally transport myself into its sandy shores with the sunset just looming ahead.  It's a perfect picture.  I love how the sound of the waves hit the shore creating its own rhythm.  I love the orang-purple haze of the sky which almost look like an abstract painting floating in the air.  Pehaps the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109680839853332124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109680839853332124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109680839853332124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109680839853332124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109672962154056716</id><published>2004-10-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T23:13:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's one of those days again when you have a song stuck in your head playing like a broken record...One of These DaysMichelle BranchI didn't noticeBut I didn't careI tried being honestBut that lead me nowhereI watched the stationSaw the bus pulling throughAnd I don't mind sayingA part of me left with youOne of these daysI won't be afraid of staying with youI hope and I pray</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109672962154056716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109672962154056716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109672962154056716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109672962154056716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-one-of-those-days-again-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109642345150345347</id><published>2004-09-29T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T10:04:11.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes we all just need a little room to breathe.BreatheMichelle BranchI've been driving for an hourJust talking to the rainYou say I've been driving you crazyand its keeping you awaySo just give me one good reasonTell me why I should stay'Cause I dont wanna waste another momentin saying things we never meant to sayAnd I Take it just a little bitI, hold my breath and count to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109642345150345347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109642345150345347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109642345150345347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109642345150345347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/sometimes-we-all-just-need-little-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109627361815623555</id><published>2004-09-27T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T15:07:04.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Signs: To read them or notI woke up today with a sudden urge to hit my head against the wall. I was having an epiphany moment and I wasn't dealing with it very well. It was a couple of days ago that I had prayed to God and asked for a sign from him if whether or not my feelings were true or if this was the right thing for me. I got my answer last Sunday, at least I assumed that was the answer. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109627361815623555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109627361815623555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109627361815623555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109627361815623555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/signs-to-read-them-or-not-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109601638890967978</id><published>2004-09-24T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T09:50:35.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three LibrasA Perfect Circlethrew you the obvious and you flewwith it on your back, a name in your recollection,thrown down among a million same.difficult not to feel a little bit disappointedand passed overwhen i've looked right throughto see you naked and obliviousandyou don't see me.but i threw you the obviousjust to see if there's more behind the eyesof a fallen angel,the eyes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109601638890967978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109601638890967978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109601638890967978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109601638890967978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/three-libras-perfect-circle-threw-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109600885005846887</id><published>2004-09-24T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T09:49:37.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pre-Conceived Notions Part 3I remember when I was 6 or 7, every three o'clock in the afternoon I would look forward to spending the rest of the day with my guy friends climbing trees, biking around and exploring and playing with bugs.... It's no wonder I was so dark back then and my hair was a shade of burnt brown. It was then that I realized that I have become one-of-the-boys, which turned out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109600885005846887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109600885005846887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109600885005846887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109600885005846887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/pre-conceived-notions-part-3-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109583886226909327</id><published>2004-09-22T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T15:41:02.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange ConditionSo I'm driving home from work again only this time I have Pete Yorn's Strange Condition playing in the background.  I realize for the nth time, yet again, how and when will I ever wake up from this recurring nightmare.  It seems that I tried every means to escape from it yet it manages to suck me right back in again.  I wonder if I make the worst decisions.  I'm totally fed up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109583886226909327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109583886226909327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109583886226909327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109583886226909327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/strange-condition-so-im-driving-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109575782129849728</id><published>2004-09-21T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T17:10:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NakedAvril LavigneI wake up in the morningPut on my faceThe one that's gonna get meThrough another dayDoesn't really matterHow I feel insideThis life is like a game sometimesThen you came around meThe walls just dissapearedNothing to surround meKeep me from my fearsI'm unprotectedSee how I've opened upYou've made me trustI've never felt like this beforeI'm naked around you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109575782129849728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109575782129849728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109575782129849728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109575782129849728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/naked-avril-lavigne-i-wake-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109567039072891518</id><published>2004-09-20T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T17:12:46.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Great Torpedo BlastActions speak louder than words but actions may be misinterpreted through wrong assumptions. Mistakes are often borne out of wrong assumptions and that is why I don't expect and I don't assume. I tend to take things as it is because I hate getting disappointed in the end. But the thing that I truly appreciate the most is clarity. I'd like to know if I'm wasting my time or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109567039072891518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109567039072891518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109567039072891518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109567039072891518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/great-torpedo-blast-actions-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109521409883677513</id><published>2004-09-15T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:15:17.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worlds ApartSearching for words to saytrying to make things rightfeeling so restlesswondering if this is rightwe struggle to think togetherare we gonna be alright?breathing the silencefeeling the space betweenwaiting for you to speakwhile you wait my turneyes not seeingvoices unheardtrying to read your mindas you try to read mineboth unmovingboth just waitingwe both sit still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109521409883677513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109521409883677513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109521409883677513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109521409883677513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/worlds-apartsearching-for-words-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109520026994663304</id><published>2004-09-15T06:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T06:17:49.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Poem to No OneI really don’t’ know how to say this to youI don’t mean to assumeBut I have these questions in my headthat I can’t bring myself to ask youI’m walking around in my roomwondering what to sayI’m thinking maybe I’m wrongor maybe I’m just too afraidYou say I think too muchYeah, maybe that’s itor maybe I’m just not rightthese feelings I have to fightAll I’ve been </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109520026994663304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109520026994663304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109520026994663304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109520026994663304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/poem-to-no-one-i-really-dont-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109499853975336102</id><published>2004-09-12T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:15:39.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Magic Dusts and Roller Coaster rides........It's 9 o'clock in the clock and my mind is nowhere close to home.  Tonight my mind is filled with thoughts of the past, the present, and the things to come.When I was young, the world overwhelmed me.  So I resorted in trying to find a world of my own where I can be... happy.  I became an escapist, and not a very good one at that.  I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109499853975336102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109499853975336102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109499853975336102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109499853975336102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/of-magic-dusts-and-roller-coaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109470644738571192</id><published>2004-09-09T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T13:07:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>**sigh**All I WantToad the Wet SprocketNothing's so loudAs hearing when we lieThe truth is not kindAnd you've said neither am IBut the air outside so softIs saying everything....Everything.....All I want is to feel this wayTo be this close, to feel the sameAll I want is to feel this wayThe evening speaks, hear it say....Nothing's so coldAs closing the heart when all we needIs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109470644738571192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109470644738571192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109470644738571192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109470644738571192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/sigh-all-i-want-toad-wet-sprocket_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109451992163074448</id><published>2004-09-07T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T09:30:36.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Preconceived Notions part 2All along I thought that the caste system has long been obliterated from our culture but unfortunately traces of it still remain. Case in point, if you were born rich you are expected to only mingle with your kind, act like your kind and live like your kind. But this shouldn't be the case at all and anyone who had sense knows that. But some people just don't get it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109451992163074448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109451992163074448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109451992163074448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109451992163074448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/preconceived-notions-part-2-all-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109445790204890707</id><published>2004-09-06T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:05:02.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Christian whom from now on will start changing for the better because I believe in him so much. That's Just What You AreAimee Mann(one two)In our endeavor we are never seeing eye to eyeNo guts to sever so forever may we wave goodbyeAnd you're always telling me that it's my turn to moveWhen I wonder what could make the needle jump the grooveI won't fall for the oldest trick in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109445790204890707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109445790204890707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109445790204890707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109445790204890707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/for-christian-whom-from-now-on-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109410841927237572</id><published>2004-09-02T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T15:06:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DenialI pretend not to see it,to see the truthof your existence.I pretend not to hear it,the sound of your voicethat tells me you’re here.I pretend not to say it,the words I long to sayto you. I pretend not to feel itthe way you're thoughtssee through mine.But I believe in you.I believe in your powerto see the truththat is within me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109410841927237572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109410841927237572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109410841927237572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109410841927237572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/09/denial-i-pretend-not-to-see-it-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109401605017686805</id><published>2004-09-01T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:40:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Exorcising the ExHe called again. I don’t like it when he calls. The sound of his voice makes my heart leap not because of joy but more of dread, and a huge lot of it.It wasn’t like this before, him and me. He was my knight. He slew dragons for me, healed my wounds and rescued me from a world unfit. He listened to my woes and drove away my demons. He was the source of my joy and he meant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109401605017686805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109401605017686805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109401605017686805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109401605017686805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/exorcising-ex-he-called-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109390748897988421</id><published>2004-08-31T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T09:57:23.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feng-Shui FooeyGot this from a Feng-Shui test:Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back. You try to enjoy your life to the maximum and your lovelife is soon to blossom. You will have a great year and will experience a major life-changing experience for the good. Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at the time but will be the best thing for you, you will be glad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109390748897988421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109390748897988421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109390748897988421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109390748897988421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/feng-shui-fooey-got-this-from-feng.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109385168526679733</id><published>2004-08-30T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T17:09:01.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Questions thrown into the void....Would you get into a relationship with someone whom you like tremendously but would mean compromising a lot of things in the long run? In making decisions, would you rather follow your heart or listen to your head? Would you marry a lover or a best friend? Can a lover be a friend or can a friend be a lover? Why do I keep seeking comfort in your strangeness?When</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109385168526679733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109385168526679733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109385168526679733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109385168526679733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/questions-thrown-into-void.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109359313850615326</id><published>2004-08-27T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:21:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To my Rainmaker:  I fare thee well.I have made a huge mistake. I thought you were the one I was looking for. You see, you remind me of someone I knew a long time ago, and both of you had the same power over me. It's probably just pure coincidence that I got to meet someone like you.But I hope you understand how important it is for me to do the right thing. I can't afford another huge mistake.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109359313850615326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109359313850615326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109359313850615326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109359313850615326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-my-rainmaker-i-fare-thee-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109349447251246101</id><published>2004-08-26T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T12:42:39.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Succumb to the MadnessI can’t believe that it would come to this,that I would lose control over me.I can’t seem to think clearlywith all this vulnerability.I’m just not used to this.‘coz I’m usually ahead of myself.It’s just not fair how well you read mewhen I can’t even see me.I can’t hide anything from you.I know you’ll catch me before I even fall.So wipe that smile off your face</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109349447251246101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109349447251246101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109349447251246101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109349447251246101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/succumb-to-madness-i-cant-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109298899077274806</id><published>2004-08-20T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T16:03:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Strange Fears and Taking Chances....I miss the rain a lot.  I especially miss the comfort it brings and how it washes away my fears.  But I'm also terrified of the rain.  I'm scared that the flood it brings might sweep me off my feet and drag me into some nowhere zone.  They say I shouldn't be afraid of the rain especially of the flood it brings.  I should just simply learn to let go and let</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109298899077274806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109298899077274806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109298899077274806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109298899077274806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/of-strange-fears-and-taking-chances.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109260929031532733</id><published>2004-08-16T06:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T06:41:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rainmaker ReturnsWhatever you do DO NOT give me any reason to hate you... because I can't (for some strange reason). The mere thought of hating you bothers me to pieces. How bothered? Well, I'm seriously writing this entry in the middle of the night with an i-mac that needs serious debugging. That's how. It probably doesn't matter to you but I thought you should know.P.S.Why do you always </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109260929031532733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109260929031532733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109260929031532733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109260929031532733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/rainmaker-returns-whatever-you-do-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109258167272785957</id><published>2004-08-15T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T22:58:49.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Preconceived NotionsIt is surprising how people can easily judge you based on how you look or how you talk or how you're brought up. I guess some people can really be too shallow. I thought some people would have the sense to get to know you better and to understand you more but I guess not. It's really annoying when people suddenly get so condescending around you especially when they get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109258167272785957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109258167272785957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109258167272785957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109258167272785957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/on-preconceived-notions-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109238862432875388</id><published>2004-08-13T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T17:17:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To my RainmakerYou continue to confuse me.  Because of you my thoughts and my feelings have gone completely out of whack.  Are you telling me that something so wrong could actually be right?  How could that even be possible?  I wish you can tell me why.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109238862432875388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109238862432875388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109238862432875388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109238862432875388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/to-my-rainmaker-you-continue-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109235922127179228</id><published>2004-08-13T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T10:15:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Joe my friend. You know I'm always gonna be there for you.Firewoman Hungry Young PoetsThe moon's gone downI know you're still awakeThis heart I've foundI didn't intend to break'Cause I've seen the world from down thereAnd it wasn't a pretty sightNow the circle is turningAre you armed for the fight?I wanna be a firewomanI'll water down your desire'Cause I know this love is a killerI wanna</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109235922127179228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109235922127179228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109235922127179228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109235922127179228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-joe-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109221562396877353</id><published>2004-08-11T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T17:13:43.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAINMAKERIt always rains when I'm with you.  I wonder if it's just mere coincidence or you just bring all this rain wherever we go.  I wonder if it means anything at all.  I don't mind getting wet in the rain but this seems to bother you a lot.  I thought that was funny. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109221562396877353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109221562396877353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109221562396877353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109221562396877353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/rainmaker-it-always-rains-when-im-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109212468231247833</id><published>2004-08-10T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:58:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeirdI tried to reach out to youbut you move awayyou say you're lonelybut your're not afraid.So I keep my distanceI tried not to carebut you still come in anywayeven if I wanted you away.It's so hard to understand youthe way you push me awayand still manage to staywish you weren't that way.I don't have a clue about youabout how I am to youI wish I knewhow to get closer to you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109212468231247833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109212468231247833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109212468231247833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109212468231247833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/weird-i-tried-to-reach-out-to-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109212365667624420</id><published>2004-08-10T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:51:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisappointedWhy do you always disappoint me?Why do you always hurt me?Don't you even have a cluethat I like to be with you.I don't know what you do to meI don't know why I feel this waymaybe it wasn't meant to bemaybe I should just go away.Today you seem disinterestedYesterday you were so sweettomorrow I don't even want to knowso I guess it's time to let go.We are truly so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109212365667624420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109212365667624420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109212365667624420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109212365667624420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/08/disappointed-why-do-you-always.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-109030958804915687</id><published>2004-07-20T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T15:47:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UNTITLEDSometimes I feel that I know youBut you never really showed yourselfBut I wish you didNow that I know it's too late You never left me at my lowest pointyou've listened to every word I saidBut I can't seem to find you nowNow that I know I need you more I must've taken you for grantedOr maybe I did something wrongbecause now is when I need you the mostNow that you've found someone else.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/109030958804915687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=109030958804915687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109030958804915687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/109030958804915687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/07/untitledsometimes-i-feel-that-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-108845921038744632</id><published>2004-06-29T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T05:47:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you can't say it... sing it!"Why"Why, do you always do this to me?Why, couldn't you just see through me?How come, you act like thisLike you just don't care at allDo you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall?I can feel, I can feel you near me, even though you're far awayI can feel, I can feel you baby, whyIt's not supposed to feel this wayI need you, I need youMore and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/108845921038744632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=108845921038744632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108845921038744632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108845921038744632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/06/if-you-cant-say-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-108311416763840483</id><published>2004-04-28T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T09:07:28.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got this through an email.  I don't normally do mush... but this got me thinking...Tree===People call me "Tree".I had dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lotbut never dared to go after. She didnt have a pretty face, or good  figure,nor an outstanding charm. She was just a very ordinary gal. I liked her.I  really liked her. I liked her innocence, her frankness,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/108311416763840483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=108311416763840483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108311416763840483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108311416763840483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/04/got-this-through-email.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-108217101333437202</id><published>2004-04-17T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T11:07:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The view from the top isn't so great.....Hype can be deceiving.  People use it to lure other people so that they can be on the same mess they are in.  It's like showing candy to a baby.  The unknowing victim finds out in the end that it's just all puffery and that it's too late to even back out... well maybe it isn't.  Maybe I can still find a way....hopefully.');" target="_self"&gt;postCount</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/108217101333437202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=108217101333437202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108217101333437202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108217101333437202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/04/view-from-top-isnt-so-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-108183035039677577</id><published>2004-04-13T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T12:29:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Should Date An Australian!You're a down to earth, outdoorsy kind of girlAnd you need a guy who can keep up with your adventuresA rugged Austrailian guy is just your styleBetter start learning how to surf!Which Foreign Guy Should You Date? Take This Quiz :-)Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.Hehe...sorry Cliff :P');" target="_self"&gt;postCount('</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/108183035039677577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=108183035039677577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108183035039677577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108183035039677577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-should-date-australian-youre-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-108071190387396722</id><published>2004-03-31T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T13:48:35.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On disappointements...I can't believe I finally found time to blog again. A lot has happened in the past few weeks.  I have found myself blocking out the intricacies of reality by trying to deny its existence.  What a fool I've been.  For what is real is what matters in this world.  They say one has to be strong in order to cushion the blow of anything that life may bring but what use is this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/108071190387396722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=108071190387396722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108071190387396722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/108071190387396722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/03/on-disappointements.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-107854100597509795</id><published>2004-03-06T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T10:48:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What attracts people to you? brought to you by Quizilla');" target="_self"&gt;postCount('&lt;$BlogItemNumber$&gt;'); </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/107854100597509795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=107854100597509795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/107854100597509795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/107854100597509795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-attracts-people-to-you-brought-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-107240953326014091</id><published>2003-12-26T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T11:33:37.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damned if you do.  Damned if you don't.It has been so long since I wrote here.  I  have been thrown mercilessly into the pit of despair where the damned live and thrive.  I miss my friends, I miss the life I used to have, I miss the feeling of joy and excitement.... but most of all I miss my freedom.  I guess this is the price I pay for taking the blue pill.  But I must carry on now, there is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/107240953326014091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=107240953326014091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/107240953326014091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/107240953326014091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2003/12/damned-if-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-107088485010507828</id><published>2003-12-08T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T20:01:51.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.So I finally sold my soul to the devil, which means what I have to do know is to make sure that I get what I've bargained for.  There's no turning back now.  I've gotten this far already.   NO REGRETS!  NO REFUNDS!  postCount('rockon');</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/107088485010507828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=107088485010507828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/107088485010507828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/107088485010507828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2003/12/be-careful-what-you-wish-for-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376464.post-106986636414786620</id><published>2003-11-27T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T01:06:50.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I decided to brighten up my blog.  Got these through an email.Nothing like a few nasty remarks to brighten up your day, enjoy!Classy things to say when stressed1. "Okay, okay! I take it back. Unfuck you!!!"2. "You say I'm a bitch like it's a bad thing?!"3. "How many times do I have to flush before you go away?"4. "Well this day was a total waste of make-up."5. "Well aren't we a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/feeds/106986636414786620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5376464&amp;postID=106986636414786620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/106986636414786620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5376464/posts/default/106986636414786620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://odie_mented.blogspot.com/2003/11/so-i-decided-to-brighten-up-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Odie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08514922939316273186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y270/owdster/odie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
