<?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-5210672</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:45:11.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sun dun shine forever</title><subtitle type='html'>psych(ed) up/ (saik)/ (informal)/

|To put into the right psychological frame of mind / To be enthusiastic; zealous / To be aggressive; confident / To be mentally prepared for sth |</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>388</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-2763213990857245237</id><published>2010-05-03T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:44:50.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bin List includes:1) deep Purple tongues2) pseudo Jeans on the shoulders3) the (W)oven4) something 30% Silky blue that ain't my prerogative这一次,谁在明,谁在暗.5) Checks and Homer6) American Express spartan7) brew chronic lakers supersonicsPathetically few.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2763213990857245237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2763213990857245237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2763213990857245237' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4359043145529294449</id><published>2010-05-02T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:08:15.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Speaking of standing, which I have none, the only thing that is important to me is to know that you're happy. Those particular memories of '07 tell me that this ain't a simple-minded person, and I thought I should let you know. In case no one does. I like to think that I'm right all the time, but then again, who doesnt? I just wish that you know what I meant when I said sometimes what might seem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4359043145529294449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4359043145529294449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4359043145529294449' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-8888289389413908170</id><published>2010-04-28T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:49:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's always the Zed persona, and the real persona. if both are incommensurate, the former serves as a veilover the uglier latter. A veil remains a veil though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8888289389413908170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8888289389413908170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8888289389413908170' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5899470725778553547</id><published>2010-04-08T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:29:39.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Rs stream back like unlike poles of a magnet. Nightmares of wicked fiends and crooked things haunt the invisible walls. Almost a decade has gone by and the decision that hinged on a possible dictator makes one rethink the reason for the current state of tyranny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5899470725778553547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5899470725778553547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5899470725778553547' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4135567330273078252</id><published>2010-02-08T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:44:44.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>touch touch touch tolerance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4135567330273078252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4135567330273078252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4135567330273078252' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-7727145628581143116</id><published>2009-11-18T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:49:01.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one year on, the proverbial Elle strikes again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7727145628581143116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7727145628581143116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7727145628581143116' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-6811246576422591927</id><published>2009-11-17T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:09:18.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perhaps one day we could conduct a little experiment and take away those carrots that we unwittingly (or knowingly) dangle in front of people, and make a little observation, we would be able to see lucidly exactly who are those who respond only when there's a carrot. A second valuable discovery awaits, though. It is how these people respond when they realise that the carrots have are now a thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6811246576422591927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6811246576422591927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6811246576422591927' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-6070754843860180268</id><published>2009-11-09T13:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:07:24.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aldous and William both got it right I think. That part about the alternate doors of perception, that really hit the nail on the head. Like how the dart hits the bulls eye, or when that tracer hits the heart of the Figure 11 and you know 200 bucks are coming your way. The doors differ from people to people though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6070754843860180268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6070754843860180268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6070754843860180268' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-6579563857719740809</id><published>2009-09-23T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:11:08.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE TIMING IS MESSED UP BY THE WAY. moz and johnny marr. underworld and ewan mcgregor(MEGAMEGA white thing)sam ronson and her thing-of-the-past brothertogether with other things of the pastjustice + klaxons + sebastian + yeah yeah yeahs equals ONE erol alkan. (MEGAMEGA white thing)your disko loves you muhfuckathere is no objective truth. the only objectivity is the one you defined in the 4 walls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6579563857719740809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6579563857719740809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#6579563857719740809' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-2176517835735971631</id><published>2009-07-15T01:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T01:48:11.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today, i dreamt that X told me about "leo-annual" contact lenses. i got no idea what that means. I dreamt that leslie was selling fake kikstyo aki hoshino tees on mrt trains and he felt damn dope about it. i dreamt that i was at a dinner table and she told me that her grandma was in critical condition, thank god its just a dream. i didnt just randomly rise from the dead. i was never dead to begin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2176517835735971631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2176517835735971631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2176517835735971631' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-3087915215683223211</id><published>2008-11-18T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:48:30.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>capslockingellesSometimes, you wonder about the proverbial leeches in their true but ugly colours, clinging on to their dear lives on the calf of the unknowing river-crossing traveller. And you wonder why no matter how much you warn the traveller he doesn't seem to be able to catch anything. This time it's different. Where the river is as long as eternity, there is only one inevitable end for the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3087915215683223211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3087915215683223211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3087915215683223211' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-350450702900933401</id><published>2008-09-30T11:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:37:30.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today marks children's day. where we are supposed to forget what we came to know as we became adults.today marks the end of the fasting month for our muslim folks. a month of impressive perseverance that us non muslims will never be able to imagine enduring or going through. today marks GST rebate day. where we are supposed to remember to be thankful. today marks SDPC day. another "first" that we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/350450702900933401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/350450702900933401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#350450702900933401' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-9144668950641609534</id><published>2008-08-31T12:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T12:42:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The task at hand, victory at the end. Pillage and plunder, this world asunder,In our myopic haste, we forgot more than half the world, still lay waste, to a war orchestrated by an outlaw. Cause no more pain, Hedi Slimane, Cash in the pockets beats hype on them backs. frivolity with threads invites mere karmic tomfoolery of a different fad. Now, now, ain't that rad? Goldstein shall come, to stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/9144668950641609534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/9144668950641609534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#9144668950641609534' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-8472715005718219627</id><published>2008-08-10T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T11:17:42.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy bird dayYesterday, or two days ago, however strictly you view the clock by, was the ninth of august two thousand and eight. So there was this one helluva celebration and a hell lot of fireworks being thrown about. In the heart of an impending racing extravaganza, amidst the exciting buzz of a never-before resort (the first ever in fact), and right smack in the nexus of the commercial hub. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8472715005718219627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8472715005718219627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8472715005718219627' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/SJ8v8KpsWQI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vSymXPosoaw/s72-c/kennedy000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-7801816586789992443</id><published>2008-07-21T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:19:25.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blue-eyed baby boy bumbles up to you with a wide smile on his face hands you a big brown envelope the size of a piece of A4 printing paper but in brown yes in brown and you open it up to find a mostly-white slightly-purplish hard cover book lightly illustrated with the title le petit prince in gentle cursive black at the front. there is a light that never goes out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7801816586789992443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7801816586789992443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7801816586789992443' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-3658442288184290605</id><published>2008-07-20T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:47:20.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no. One by one, ticking time bombs won. It's not the secret of the government. That's keeping you dumb. It's the other way around. Wait. What's that sound? One by one baby here they come. He wants it easy. He wants it relaxed. Said I can do alot of things, but I can't do that. Two steps forward, then three steps back. Two steps forward, another three back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3658442288184290605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3658442288184290605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3658442288184290605' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-3160409285066876323</id><published>2008-07-15T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:15:48.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In bad shapeThe lyrics are quite (n)emo but the beats really killed me and thats what matters. If anyone has the time, check out the vid on youtube. Note the part where the guy brushes his teeth and washes his face it is hilarious. There's something in the air tonight A feeling that you have that could change your life There's something burning up inside I reach out for you and our hearts collide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3160409285066876323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3160409285066876323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3160409285066876323' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-2624736159206584216</id><published>2008-07-01T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:16:35.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I thought about our bad attempt at pulling off an "On The Road" stunt and the guffaws that followed. Then there was reptilia and heart in a cage that came into the fray and the memories of tripping. Things just fly by my very eyes in as lucid a manner as possible as if on replay so realistic that even reality felt unreal right next to it. The impending Mecca to the land I remember only for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2624736159206584216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2624736159206584216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#2624736159206584216' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-1669942015242149775</id><published>2008-06-12T14:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:06:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In remembrance of Recruit Andrew Cheah Wei Siong and OCT Clifton Lam Jia Hao2 fine young men died in the name of national defence and national service within the past 5 days. Are we killing our sons even before they go to war?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1669942015242149775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1669942015242149775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1669942015242149775' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4227454984234631675</id><published>2008-04-16T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T11:35:06.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cash money courtesy of the oligarchythe same one thing that impressed,that same one thing that turned us offthe mellon collie of it all, to be ever more so distant. Sissy would've been upset if she knew. Judgments will be reserved, while Hope Renews on the premise of coincidence. Prophets overnight we've become. These skills, andTools, overnight, we gained.The chaos of big bang enclosed in 4 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4227454984234631675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4227454984234631675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4227454984234631675' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-7930890775121683534</id><published>2008-03-30T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:46:10.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shirt Powerperennial spiderwebs linger from the glory of yesteryear gnaw on you like leeches to them rough hipsUsher in the new era of comic superhero revival. Oasisgives great advice that is oft heard but not listened, some choose to remain in time's warp. Some feign the very expressions on their face. Futility'sFirstborn, but Deception goes on as far as oneself. Denial means something only when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7930890775121683534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7930890775121683534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7930890775121683534' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/R--y2-5YIEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/h7Rwup7Br6s/s72-c/kennedy072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-6227614562441536881</id><published>2008-03-13T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:15:13.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my very own miami ink without the ink.lum getting the shit done. somehow i feel old all over again.knowing lum in the army was probably one of the best things that happened cos hes always such a fighter. always hauling 2 projectiles while the rest had only one. always up for supper. he had the most grit one could ever imagine. and people like him just made everyone else feel like working harder. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6227614562441536881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6227614562441536881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6227614562441536881' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/R9lst5Es-mI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8v7xDpgKosE/s72-c/kennedy021%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-2383648842344451055</id><published>2008-02-20T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:08:50.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keep walking keep walking. keep moving keep moving. don't stop don't stop. you gon freeze to death if you gon stop. as long as the clock ticks you keep ticking it'd be over before you even know it. keep moving keep walkingdon't stop till the day you dropeither way you're gon dropso drop when it's your last drop. bolster prophecies. ego-trippin' on poison. somebody got burned. i saw history </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2383648842344451055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2383648842344451055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2383648842344451055' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-1521414631125305655</id><published>2008-02-02T10:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T11:34:58.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the beatles, indie, and street fashion have somthing in common. new year, new threads. watch atonement, watch the assassination of jesse james. skip sweeney todd, and the rest. oh lookie, they think we're stupidmonkey see monkey do, so many cats in so many ways. save your ticket money, open up your eyes. free movies all day, all night. the season of monkey business starts again, but this time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1521414631125305655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1521414631125305655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#1521414631125305655' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5033231434425561706</id><published>2008-01-07T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:43:15.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a number in the middle of nowhere/ january 18th is the day to look out for, not the 7th.twentythree is 23rd Singapore Artillery Battalion. twentythree is i don't really know. twentythree is too old to be bold.twentythree is a landslide from now on. twentythree is what the hell is going on. twentythree is why why tell me why. twentythree is one big sigh. twentythree is one bigger question mark, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5033231434425561706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5033231434425561706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#5033231434425561706' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/R4LFXtz8FOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KvY-5hZecrs/s72-c/CDGguerilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-1471880959085354596</id><published>2007-12-25T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T15:17:57.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>too bimbotic to write anything about 'tis jolly season. getting merry with ferrywho needs rock stars when you make the crowd go plain insane with just the tips of your fingers. we all know where electro-indie got "electro" from. nothing to be said. random drunkard I snapped. corsten sends his well wishes this hanukka. highlight #1 of the night: binary finary way back from 1999, a 2007 remix done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1471880959085354596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1471880959085354596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1471880959085354596' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/R3GMLtz8FHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/U8dA6okvnMk/s72-c/kennedy021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-6408358113587716929</id><published>2007-12-21T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T15:59:22.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don't be there if u don't want toso we had christmas charity in school. u know how its like, kids running around. the kid from last year came back. it was good seeing him. it was good doing something good. i wonder why people partake in things they weren't really serious about doing. my little eye spied a pair of folded arms, a face of devil-may-care attitude. frankly, nobody cares. run along now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6408358113587716929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6408358113587716929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6408358113587716929' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/R2xF0dz8FBI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zkxVM7d7Df0/s72-c/kennedy080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-8163013142492620459</id><published>2007-11-16T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:15:27.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tip: if u're all about utility, don't come near me please. pussies that park and ride. now this world tells you all about itself.where the wheels at, puss be at. independence comes with a certain exception. possibly something small wrapped up in that single, universal tell-tale colour. remember, nothing is accelerated. you seek acceleration, you seek wantonness, you seek degeneration. it's a full</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8163013142492620459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8163013142492620459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8163013142492620459' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/Rz3P7hMMtTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jFDDm82z45I/s72-c/kennedy016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4405716008550708010</id><published>2007-11-06T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:06:48.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zipping between school life and preferred life. which is the real life? thin line between somebody and a nobody. a line that is rocksteady crystal clear. lap it up if you wanna, but be like you, I won't wanna. crowd pleasers, eager beavers. no offence, mere sleaze-r weasels. hey pseudo-s, hey paedo-s. oh please, we don't need more wackos.life through camera phone eyes: if only playmates dropped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4405716008550708010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4405716008550708010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4405716008550708010' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RzCnW_fDquI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KBT8OXr_-vo/s72-c/kennedy063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4393231282578431498</id><published>2007-10-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T10:39:44.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>those who don't love haji lane probably just don't know anything about it. enough freshmakers to break off your heel and/or paint your black suit with stripes on the daily.alice and the cheshire teletubby cat. "But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be the shepherd."Homer thought real hard about picking up a new hobby but he just couldn't stand the thought of cycling to the Springfield </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4393231282578431498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4393231282578431498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4393231282578431498' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RxuC0EQ0zDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/jFeGy_fpxg8/s72-c/kennedy061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5144919614026120361</id><published>2007-09-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:29:32.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If money can buy your heart,I'd much rather burn it all, on Undercover,Or drown whatever that's left of it, in Martell.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5144919614026120361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5144919614026120361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5144919614026120361' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RvVcPXWJeZI/AAAAAAAAADA/RquHQz_dAjs/s72-c/IMGP1271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-2495387454276126849</id><published>2007-09-15T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:17:16.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>parkinson's don't get him downand they was righthe's gon smash it up. nice and tight. boy you would've made Odessa's night. butterfly a dancing by day,bee a stinging, by night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2495387454276126849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2495387454276126849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#2495387454276126849' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RuwgSMwrqTI/AAAAAAAAACw/WL_TFwWw7Ok/s72-c/kennedy047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4832660288890257375</id><published>2007-09-08T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T11:18:46.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we've only just begunthe straightforward black-whites came back to reinstate the old order.as things heat up in the ghettoblastaand spraycan criminals adjourned from the public canvasses back into anonymity behind their bedroom walls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4832660288890257375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4832660288890257375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4832660288890257375' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RuLlrf2yYeI/AAAAAAAAACY/kSVrERrhqKI/s72-c/kennedy039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5230738253153787682</id><published>2007-09-01T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T11:04:42.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>evergreenso they were there at the beginning. and they will be at the end. I remember the very first time I set foot into sidewalk10. how the lovely silkscreen woven babies got me charmed. and it was a love affair that came through all the way. and then there was Meme, and her same, blank expression that tells a million emotions all at one time. so today I paid tribute to graniph, in more ways </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5230738253153787682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5230738253153787682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#5230738253153787682' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RtmoBf2yYcI/AAAAAAAAACI/TuIBRJcW8Lw/s72-c/IMGP1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4291550891993212581</id><published>2007-08-22T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T08:54:27.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ramblerambleramble.i hope you know that the chuck taylors are basketball shoes made by the man himself.i hope you know that jack purcells are badminton shoes made by the man himself.i hope you know that vans rad was made solely for the rad x-Games bicycle tourney.i hope you know that first came the Eras, followed by the old school, sk8-his and classics, and of course the rest you should already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4291550891993212581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4291550891993212581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4291550891993212581' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RsxaWP2yYaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3ll1i0qWBTE/s72-c/kennedy023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-354520328898162337</id><published>2007-08-15T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:16:27.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why can't we all just be friends! and nice, proper, sincere ones at that!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/354520328898162337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/354520328898162337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#354520328898162337' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-2450765104740709597</id><published>2007-07-24T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:15:20.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>save some face you know you've only got onechange your ways while you're youngboy one day you'll be a mangirl he'll help you understandsmile like you mean itthe nights as a pemimpin knight. some are inclined to smells/sights as a catalyst of reminiscence. i, for one, am more inclined to songs. this track takes on a whole new meaning now. the hinge of the moment. we all forget things along the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2450765104740709597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2450765104740709597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2450765104740709597' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-8822354869621916621</id><published>2007-07-03T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:40:07.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I can't play Cupido no more. Looks like my days of playing Cupid are pretty damn numbered. the most recent attempt being the one I pulled off for Lum when we worked together at Expo, and that too failed terribly. In fact what began as an innocent attempt to help him get to know the girl of his dreams (okay, exaggeration) ended up in me possibly looking like some sorta stalker. In any case it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8822354869621916621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8822354869621916621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8822354869621916621' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-3831522871114045810</id><published>2007-07-01T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:56:35.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only when we feel pain do we feel alive.the grandma made ice cold birds nest for me.now aint that sweetums.she knows that the holidays ain't holidays.yes i am lucky.california dreaming on such a winter's day.make me feel alive. pontius is part of the crew now. hell yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3831522871114045810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3831522871114045810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3831522871114045810' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RogUK8H6ceI/AAAAAAAAABo/br_rL_GJpQc/s72-c/IMGP1193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5907132758797314816</id><published>2007-06-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:21:22.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>contrary to popular beliefsome of us do have a life thank you. his observations never failed anyone, even though he changed his name to the capital N.the early bird catches the worm. i caught quite a few worms today. sbtg 2 was disappointing as expected, though not the most. breakfast king. and transformers was the bomb. optimus prime was his usual gay self that i wasn't surprised. he thinks he's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5907132758797314816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5907132758797314816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5907132758797314816' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-3763488957450582429</id><published>2007-06-25T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T11:10:36.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sexandviolencemelodyandsilenceI got a present today. A present in white, gold, and black. This present I must hide from everyone else, and keep only to myself. The Killers hopped onto iTunes tonight, said they wont shine if I don't shine. Well I wouldn't mind. Opportunism yields nothing, depends on the context in question though. I'll smoke on my little Japanese cigarette and we can let this go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3763488957450582429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3763488957450582429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3763488957450582429' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-311089927370835625</id><published>2007-06-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:55:23.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sick cycle carousel. spin cycle washing machine, tumble dry not too low. a bird with no feet has to keep flapping its wings because it belongs nowhere. we all just gotta make do? poetic justice happens because it does have its place in reality, not just in literature. list out the constants. roll out the joint. the spin maestro works his magic, but magic don't last forever. timing timing timing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/311089927370835625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/311089927370835625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#311089927370835625' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/Rn1h9_nflAI/AAAAAAAAABI/GgVOQxdYGUw/s72-c/IMGP1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-8457425023502015354</id><published>2007-06-08T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:10:04.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wakey wakey from dreamlandhush, hush.we all gotta park at the allocated lotsi hope you know that.seasoned parking is up for grabs though,pretenders need not apply.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8457425023502015354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8457425023502015354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#8457425023502015354' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-3307697718237052101</id><published>2007-05-29T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:40:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Situational Composition 1:An incident that made you feel mighty guilty.Write a composition of not less than 250 words based on the situation above.Situational Composition 2:The trip that never existed.Write a composition of not less than 150 words based on the situaton above.vans rad.feist runs through my head.hot chip x rehab jumps on the bandwagon.mad hectic is undefeated.a hundred bucks worth </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3307697718237052101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3307697718237052101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3307697718237052101' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5327339512610537005</id><published>2007-05-13T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T13:35:32.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 am J.B. the sheer randomness of it.that's why we are who we are.deep dark lanes. piercing stares.the land of truly asia teaches us that all things in our country are better,except for fags, and fuel.first day as a Moulder tomorrow.the generations have a bright(er) future ahead.say aye if you're a fake.then say bye.nobody, somebody.the line is as clear as day.sleep is no longer for the weak,it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5327339512610537005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5327339512610537005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5327339512610537005' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-6246447935049554113</id><published>2007-04-26T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:22:06.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the connection between fall out boy and brknhome:champagne to my real friends, real pain to my sham friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6246447935049554113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/6246447935049554113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6246447935049554113' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4114325035127115597</id><published>2007-04-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:52:12.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So early on this week this dude decides to pull off an Eric and Dylan spoof, and the same old issues from the famous incident go on replay. Some say what he's done will spark off an all-American anti-Asian student tide in high schools and colleges all over. I wouldn't know about that. Judging from their great track record, if the kids there intend to go on a tirade like that, I'll bet my last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4114325035127115597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4114325035127115597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4114325035127115597' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-500297633734769307</id><published>2007-04-14T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T10:09:30.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's always 2 sides to a coin. and as always, 2 sides to a story. much as passion is important, one cannot sway another to your way by mere passion. in fact, persuasion via neutral reasoning wins the day. win your adversary over, not destroy him. that's how it is to it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/500297633734769307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/500297633734769307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#500297633734769307' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-2277102973171479809</id><published>2007-04-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T09:36:24.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of late I haven't been feeling too good. And I'm surprised this didn't stem from the fact that the exams were impending. Big Brother is watching you. Big Brother doesn't go away. Big Brother will make you pay. Big Brother is here to stay. I maintain that I'm a neutral man, and that's that. I'm a neutral man.Came across this earlier today, a friend sent it to me. Do read it if you have the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2277102973171479809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/2277102973171479809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#2277102973171479809' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5212772974483905107</id><published>2007-04-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T14:29:38.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You say party! We say die!We just don't know how lucky we are. So lucky that we can revel into the wee hours/breaking moments of the night/dawn. So lucky that as we tuck ourselves into bed, the dreaded alarm clock rings and we groan, but of course it's the neighbour waking up at 6 in the morn. So lucky that we enjoy so many privileges and conveniences that we sometimes abuse as if they were our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5212772974483905107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5212772974483905107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5212772974483905107' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4056670527559543510</id><published>2007-03-29T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:27:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all the signs. baby, it's time to say goodbye. you don't look a day older than you did when we first met. and that, soothes my pocket a hell lot as well. take care yrself tiffy.Accidental artwork at the bus stop (no cigarette butts were harmed in the creation of this).  A gentle reminder that the stick will come back to haunt us all one day, starting from myself.   oh well time to go. good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4056670527559543510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4056670527559543510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4056670527559543510' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/RgwDeqExANI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0BPusodJycY/s72-c/kennedy(290).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-5646571540943860371</id><published>2007-03-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T08:44:11.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these days i think im feeling more and more ominous about the kaiser chiefs' prophecy. it seems to be unveiling itself on its own hinge. now of late some things which used to be very simple, ie chicken feat/feed/feet, seem to get harder. now i maintain that everyone should be out of the fray, so i always gently remind myself that i am now but an old man who is, too old. it works pretty damn fine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5646571540943860371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/5646571540943860371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5646571540943860371' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-4336430858797595175</id><published>2007-03-18T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:30:34.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello tiffy.let me introduce you to your new roomie.her name is. tiffy.oh, and tiffy, remember your rent is due. please move out soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4336430858797595175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/4336430858797595175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4336430858797595175' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-8575207114391633182</id><published>2007-03-15T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:03:26.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this just in. well, not really.this lomo makes me feel like having another cigarette.kinda like the people we see round town selling tissue paper, except that they wouldn't ask you for 2 bucks for a pack of Kleenex. Oh did I mention it was THREE-ply Kleenex to be exact? a sign of the state of things to come.now now. since we've started on the issue of graffiti already, how can i not put this up? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8575207114391633182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/8575207114391633182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8575207114391633182' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/Rflpm36IN5I/AAAAAAAAAAU/WORrX1mdyp4/s72-c/cigs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-3013954983765253756</id><published>2007-03-08T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:40:50.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this thing that we're in called life works in such subtle and funny ways some times. what started out as an innocent gesture, one that was never meticulously calculated, one that was decided at the whim of the moment, turned out to be such a rewarding yet almost heartbreaking experience i would say.you start out at the peripheries yet get entangled unknowingly into the spin cycle of things. you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3013954983765253756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/3013954983765253756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3013954983765253756' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-1435772874761234122</id><published>2007-03-07T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:52:54.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a stab in the air. many stabs, into the air. every step, is like a stab, into the air. feels like the bad old days a sneakin' and a freakin' all over again. a different form of orgasmic ecstasy. feels almost as good as, if not clearly better than, the usual one we all know and love.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1435772874761234122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/1435772874761234122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1435772874761234122' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Ajk0crz8H7s/Re7tnEERxiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-cCQYTpbLjY/s72-c/kennedy(286).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-7871447204415089415</id><published>2007-03-05T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T07:34:28.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whitest boy alive. so many people telling me one way. so many people telling me to stay. ever had time to have my mind made up. caught in a motion that I don't wanna stop.during the chinese new year break a cousin opened my eyes to an interesting revelation. play with it and not let it play with your (health). how very true that is.i need more trickeries of this sort. someday all the money i save</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7871447204415089415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7871447204415089415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7871447204415089415' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-7949882001409008769</id><published>2007-02-28T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:32:50.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today. i took the bus. and i saw an ah pek wearing an original new era g-unit. i aint big on new era, or g-unit for that matter. but seeing this hip ah pek was kinda cool.today. my friend opened my eyes to a new revelation, and now i cringe at bangkok d-squared even more.today. i convinced someone that contrary to challenging her opinion, i wanted very much to hear her opinion so i could use it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7949882001409008769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/7949882001409008769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7949882001409008769' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-117086063878741063</id><published>2007-02-07T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T07:03:58.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some gripes I been having. freeloaders. free riders. utilitarians. high manintenance but not worth the maintenance. D-Squared caps that clearly scream "BANGKOK!!!" all over. Come on, if you don't know, we know. ah, Recon. one of my favourites. repeating the same Recon, hardly my favourite. pseudo emo. get over it aight. self gratification. kudos to you. tight tshirts, baggy pants. press "R" for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/117086063878741063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/117086063878741063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117086063878741063' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-117042247928739671</id><published>2007-02-02T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T05:21:19.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nike AF1 25th Anniversary. Thaitanium Siam Square, Bangkok, Thailand. I was there. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/117042247928739671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/117042247928739671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117042247928739671' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116819478999325627</id><published>2007-01-07T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:36:08.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it is. Turning the big 22. Suddenly I feel like an old man, and more is expected of me of course. But a 22 year old male in our country is made to feel juvenile all the time, or at least he is made to do juvenile things. Like struggling to wake up for the first day of school, when he should be waking up for work. Could be more of a blessing than a curse in our context though. Remind me if I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116819478999325627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116819478999325627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116819478999325627' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116761390383747643</id><published>2006-12-31T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:26:20.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A young boy saw me yesterday and called me "Uncle".The year flew by in what felt like a jiffy. It was, like all years, 365 days long.No discrepancy on that count. The year in retrospect:January: New Zealand live firing, how can i forget that shit. Bad times that looked good only when I looked back on them. February: Chinese New Year, and a month of zero work all play slacking. March: ORD-ed on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116761390383747643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116761390383747643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116761390383747643' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116673688592185059</id><published>2006-12-21T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:13:07.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You" is a word that encompasses all versatility. It is unlike "me", which is on the direct opposite of the spectrum. "Me" is exclusive. Imagine this scenario: you are standing in an open area and there are millions of people before you. You shout, "You!" as loud as your throat can muster, and I'll bet you my last dollar whoever heard you would turn around and respond. Now let's reuse this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116673688592185059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116673688592185059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116673688592185059' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116669022153418645</id><published>2006-12-21T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:37:01.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>slept at 6:00 am. cardiac arrest/mini-stroke at 8:00 am. fell asleep at 9:00 am. first stick at 4:09 pm. timing, is of utmost importance. im gonna die young.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116669022153418645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116669022153418645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116669022153418645' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116604716553800848</id><published>2006-12-13T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:59:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I call this the killer sequence. Click click boom, just as we hit the room. Joy Enriquez comes on. What a track, what a track.Mr. Warts would agree.  All the songs that matter(ed). Juicebox rings in my head, the chorus to be exact.  You're acting weird. Don't be a stranger aight.Doing what we do best, terrorising the streets of our neighbours. Glitch-free, of course.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116604716553800848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116604716553800848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116604716553800848' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116584621457304499</id><published>2006-12-11T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:13:19.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The formalities were dealt with in a jiffy once I got back. A man of formalities I am, and an efficient one at that. The granny's fine. She asks for more appearances at dinner and I intend to reciprocate. I request for more random calls from her regardless of importance, but I know she won't do it. She has this warped impression that she might be disturbing me when she calls me. I hope there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116584621457304499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116584621457304499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116584621457304499' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116507276310634460</id><published>2006-12-02T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T07:19:23.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bade our final goodbyes to the reasonable man on the Clapton omnibus today. Got off at one of them random stops without knowing where we were, but it was a hasty farewell. I asked him where he was going to alight, he says he goes wherever the Clapton omnibus takes him. People board and alight, hastily and abruptly. Time to get the bearings right and start over.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116507276310634460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116507276310634460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116507276310634460' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116473941958371580</id><published>2006-11-28T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:43:39.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bob the Builder is the angmoh version of our endearing Bangla.This rollercoaster ride ain't healthy, you hear. 48 hours, 6000 words, and a great deal of word processing. One realises the true meaning of martyrdom. Change happens from the top. Five words that ring through the confines of your head. Success that will come decades from todayMust begin planning, today. You wonder if you'd be better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116473941958371580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116473941958371580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116473941958371580' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116421820677050905</id><published>2006-11-22T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T09:56:46.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Germans fought a two front war in World War I, against the French, British and American forces on the Western Front, and against the Russians on the Eastern Front before the Bolshevik Revolution took them out of the war. The Germans also fought a two front war in World War II, in a near exact repetition of the situation in 1914. Hitler's Germany came up with the Schlieffen Plan in a bid to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116421820677050905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116421820677050905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116421820677050905' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116401714644389895</id><published>2006-11-20T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:05:46.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We have been pursuing an aggressive foreign policy in this recent months. Operation Silent Night has been ordered to retreat after failure to capture strategic locations crucial to winning the war. The logistics department, headed by Edwarts, failed to check if the arms shipped there were in working condition, resulting in troops engaging the enemy with their barehands. The wing man, Mr. aB, was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116401714644389895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116401714644389895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116401714644389895' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116350350655714233</id><published>2006-11-14T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:32:04.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>flea 'n' easy. breather after binder. xiang's sunnies.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116350350655714233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116350350655714233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116350350655714233' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116306317238520407</id><published>2006-11-09T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:11:34.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello G to the H. In answering your question, things have been okay. When I say things are good, it means things are normal. When I say things are great, then they are good. So when I say things have been okay, I'm sure you've caught my drift as well. Just the other night, I visited JOHN baseball tan and RAY charles at NTU-land. I forgot to bring my passport to check into their Customs, but thank</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116306317238520407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116306317238520407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116306317238520407' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116265601216143746</id><published>2006-11-04T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:15:05.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the goo goo dolls said slide. a day of rock. listening to Guns on my ipod. level 5 solidarity introduced to the sister.you, me and Alfred the Redhead conquer the world.old school cool reeks everywhere. it lurks in them corners. you're looking to find it butit finds you. Houdini and his straightjacket.sneakin'. and a thievin'. You wonder what's misplaced and what's not. maple syrup muffin, Mano a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116265601216143746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116265601216143746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116265601216143746' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116198375302503773</id><published>2006-10-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T06:08:37.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The grapevine whispered something into my ear tonight. I hear you've defected to the dark side. Of course it ain't mere hearsay. Don't get me wrong, nobody's here to tell you what you can, or cannot do. I was never the Jedi sort, nor even a lowly Padawan to begin with. So i will not preach. You knew how hard it has always been to toe the line, and I thought you did a great job not allowing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116198375302503773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116198375302503773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116198375302503773' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116171815496773697</id><published>2006-10-24T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:38:26.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Brother put 3 men in plain clothes, sitting all night, and possibly all day, at Newton today, for an all important task. To catch those who fag in the no smoking by law food centre, and give them a hard fine so that they learn their lesson. Sounds logical, you say. Good job, you add. I cannot disagree, but I beg to differ on a few counts. I shudder to think that my parents, and your parents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116171815496773697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116171815496773697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116171815496773697' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116163884179027598</id><published>2006-10-23T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:06:42.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bob DylanFestival of lights at the ninja's crib. Congregated at Butter with the crew after, but of course we missed out some familiar faces. In any case, when the full crew comes home come Christmas, things will be back to normal, needless to say. what can i say. spoonfed spells dope all over it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116163884179027598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116163884179027598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116163884179027598' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116126219221895284</id><published>2006-10-19T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T08:21:48.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In case you were wondering. the strokes - on the other sidefranz ferdinand - walk awayrhcp - porcelainrhcp - dosedarctic monkeys - mardy bumthe strokes - the end has no endrhcp - soul to squeezethe strokes - the end has no endthe strokes - reptiliacake - open bookSo today. I was pretty damn crazy at the newly designated smoking point. Yeah no one designated it. I did. But that's good enough ain't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116126219221895284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116126219221895284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116126219221895284' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116093403322733629</id><published>2006-10-15T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:40:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the revolution must go on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116093403322733629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116093403322733629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116093403322733629' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-116040804158364915</id><published>2006-10-09T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:34:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I had a conversation with Cecilia's friend and she asked me a simple question of which I was appalled at my own answer. Not the answer per se, rather the lack of an answer. Today I surprised even myself during one of the lectures. I think the intelligence is starting to creep back into my head, amidst the fog of the Philip Morris induced haze. Shan't humour myself too much though. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116040804158364915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/116040804158364915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116040804158364915' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115945275119199071</id><published>2006-09-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:39:08.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a night of crazy feet. Smashing night. I was smashed. the first time we left with half the shit still left, She begged to be consumedbut we left her in strange hands There's a first for everything I'd say. Cruelty works its magic any dayFamilial love was much appreciated. 3 of us boys all grown up,the world at our feet.and yet the image remains fresh. like it was yesterday. 3 nine year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115945275119199071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115945275119199071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115945275119199071' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115902131923270947</id><published>2006-09-23T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T07:21:59.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope nobody reads the shit that goes on in here. Lest this impedes me from expressing what truly goes on in my twisted head. I maintain that there's zero exhibitionism here and I want it to stay that way. Of late I've been bashing myself up over the citation of a particular case. Couldn't seem to get any clue from Carswell, my little red French-Canadian friend. It's the case of Truths v. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115902131923270947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115902131923270947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115902131923270947' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115885377504678637</id><published>2006-09-21T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:10:32.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We can kick it and go puff on a blunt. Oh you don't smoke? Grab a pint of Hen' and we can get drunk. If you got an attitude I'm a treat you like a hoe. Just be true, andthere's nothing i won't do for you. Look, I knowyou wanna chill wit a player, butall you gotta do iskeep it real wit a player. We don't have to be in love, we can just be friends.Just answer your phone whenever I call. I'll treat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115885377504678637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115885377504678637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115885377504678637' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115851099937316365</id><published>2006-09-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:36:39.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family Values. As Durst put it, this is the real muthafuckin' deal y'all. See Lewis get all emo nemo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115851099937316365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115851099937316365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115851099937316365' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115821263640905546</id><published>2006-09-13T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:50:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>martell martell martell. no more shopping sprees.smashing night and personal victories.no more late night creeps. no more VIP, no moredough. we can't even kick it no more.  the game don't change.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115821263640905546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115821263640905546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115821263640905546' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115790832850913133</id><published>2006-09-10T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:12:08.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a difference a day makes, twenty four little hours. We get hit by the visuals but the fact that we are at where we are shows the sense of detachment. That however does not discount the fact that it happened. It was the eve of the Geography prelims then, I was huddled with trusty little Marianne Chong (the text, not the author), when the TV screamed Breaking News. And you wonder if you were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115790832850913133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115790832850913133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115790832850913133' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115714125588819840</id><published>2006-09-01T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:07:38.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is fragile. Like the baby in your arms. Sometimes he thinks about how delicate life is, and gets momentarily jolted. The key word is momentarily. The question to ask is, when will this luxury cease to be a luxury, but become a reality. Then the key word takes on the direct opposite of its precedent. Permanence would have taken over the throne. And Mum said, "Uncle Robert is with the Lord." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115714125588819840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115714125588819840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115714125588819840' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115704807623923151</id><published>2006-08-31T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:14:36.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the rate this is going, I'm gonna die young. Mr. Morris, my best friend, has remained as constant as ever. More than constant, in fact. Though sometimes he's being replaced by D to the Hill, who is, by far, the easier to please of the two. Someone said to me, "Don't stop." It was ATB. And the president goes a fishing for bears. Little ones. Little one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115704807623923151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115704807623923151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115704807623923151' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115592899999183984</id><published>2006-08-18T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T12:23:20.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three full hours of pseudo hell under the flames. Huffing and a puffing, thanks to Mr. Morris I figured. Mesmerised, I am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115592899999183984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115592899999183984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115592899999183984' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115533096274962958</id><published>2006-08-11T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T14:16:02.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nursing the big sea. And only I know what I'm talking about here, which is what I want. Though it still doesn't make my day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115533096274962958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115533096274962958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115533096274962958' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115446354896506767</id><published>2006-08-01T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:19:08.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"What we've got here, is failure to communicate."Those of you that recognise where this came from, kudos to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115446354896506767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115446354896506767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115446354896506767' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115402625620630260</id><published>2006-07-27T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:52:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I could be wrong, I could be right. I could be black, I could be white. There's never wrong or right on the straightforward black-whites.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115402625620630260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115402625620630260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115402625620630260' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115386390952714725</id><published>2006-07-25T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:45:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We spoke of was and when.So. I finally got down to packing the room for school. I cleared the clutter accumulated on the couch that could no longer be sat on until now. But then again, I'm clearing the whole damned couch soon. Was looking through the old stuff. My O level and JC stuff are still around, all thanks to my reluctance to throw them away. Laziness contributes to all but a small part of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115386390952714725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115386390952714725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115386390952714725' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115359336345207405</id><published>2006-07-22T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:43:31.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>come as you areAnd I swear that I don't have a gun.No, I don't have a gun. But. If you still think I do after all this while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115359336345207405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115359336345207405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115359336345207405' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115281376819218661</id><published>2006-07-13T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:02:48.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new kicks. not limited edition or anything like that. but did i mention? they only cost me 70 bucks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115281376819218661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115281376819218661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115281376819218661' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115277326144908671</id><published>2006-07-12T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:47:41.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nights like these, a dime in a dozen. friend like him, hell no.one in a million.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115277326144908671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115277326144908671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115277326144908671' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115265475836996506</id><published>2006-07-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:55:45.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take a hike. Now that the World Cup has finally ended I started thinking about what a friend of mine asked me a couple a days prior to the final match. We were just having a normal conversation and she asked me what I was doing over the weekend. My answer to her question was obvious. Watch Italy-France, no doubt. "Won't you feel a certain emptiness when it ends? I bet you'll suffer from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115265475836996506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115265475836996506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115265475836996506' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115255162527240531</id><published>2006-07-10T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:13:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gerald's 21st. A ball of a time. Drunken confessions, andUncontrollable laughter.A whole lot of bonding. And then some.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115255162527240531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115255162527240531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115255162527240531' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115248715766612880</id><published>2006-07-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T16:21:24.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, the thin line between agony, and ecstasy. That which distinguishes triumph, from heartache. The line gets blurred momentarily but it never fails to resurface, and draw out the ultimate distinction that so separates them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115248715766612880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115248715766612880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115248715766612880' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115153109328975447</id><published>2006-06-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T14:46:02.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,Maybe it's our kookiness,Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,Maybe it's our looseness,But we are trash, you and me,We're the litter on the breeze,We're the lovers on the streets,Just trash, me and you,It's in everything we do,It's in everything we do.Maybe, maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115153109328975447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115153109328975447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115153109328975447' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5210672.post-115032602573566208</id><published>2006-06-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:00:25.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As of today, I declare myself dishevelled, depressed, defunct, diluted, downhearted, devastated, diminished, distant, devoid, disoriented, dejected, disconsolate, downcast, dispirited, depreciated, devalued, disheartened.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115032602573566208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5210672/posts/default/115032602573566208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://psychedup.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115032602573566208' title=''/><author><name>the multiplier effect</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00356079996419840582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
