<?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-3882936428295993645</id><updated>2012-02-14T02:21:04.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insert working title here.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2427/0048zm3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882936428295993645.post-8002699826405302588</id><published>2009-03-15T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:19:21.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superhuman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woman beating or not, CB is the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Weak&lt;br /&gt;I have been crying and crying for weeks&lt;br /&gt;How’d I survive when I can barely speak&lt;br /&gt;Barely eat, on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Keri)&lt;br /&gt;But that’s the moment you came to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what your love has done to me&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m invincible&lt;br /&gt;I see through the me I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;You changed my whole life…&lt;br /&gt;(Keri)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what you’re doing to me with your love&lt;br /&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling all super human, you did that to me&lt;br /&gt;Super human, heart beats in me&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me here with you&lt;br /&gt;Super human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;I feel so super human&lt;br /&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Super human…&lt;br /&gt;I feel so super human&lt;br /&gt;(Keri)&lt;br /&gt;Super human…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Strong&lt;br /&gt;Since I’ve been flying and righting the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Feels almost like I had it all along&lt;br /&gt;I can see tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Keri)&lt;br /&gt;Where every problem is gone because&lt;br /&gt;I flew everywhere but love inside of me&lt;br /&gt;It’s unbelievable to see how love can set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;You changed my whole life…&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what you’re doing to me with your love&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling all super human, you did that to me&lt;br /&gt;Super human, heart beats in me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me here with you…&lt;br /&gt;Super human&lt;br /&gt;I feel so super human&lt;br /&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;Super human&lt;br /&gt;I feel so super human&lt;br /&gt;Super human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Chris)&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a bird, not a plane&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;It’s my heart and it’s going, gone away&lt;br /&gt;My only weakness is you&lt;br /&gt;Only reason is you&lt;br /&gt;Every minute with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;Going going, I’m gone away in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color:#800000;"&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;You changed my whole life…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know what you’re doing to me with your love&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling all super human, you did that to me&lt;br /&gt;Super human, heart beats in me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop me here with you&lt;br /&gt;Super human&lt;br /&gt;Super human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882936428295993645-8002699826405302588?l=andrewmok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/feeds/8002699826405302588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3882936428295993645&amp;postID=8002699826405302588' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/8002699826405302588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/8002699826405302588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/2009/03/superhuman.html' title='Superhuman'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2427/0048zm3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882936428295993645.post-7544280339186191355</id><published>2009-02-25T20:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:20:03.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Whatever</title><content type='html'>Every day that I listen to it, I like the T.I. album more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been travelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on this road to long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just trying to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my way back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The old me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dead and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882936428295993645-7544280339186191355?l=andrewmok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/feeds/7544280339186191355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3882936428295993645&amp;postID=7544280339186191355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/7544280339186191355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/7544280339186191355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/2009/02/ready-for-whatever.html' title='Ready for Whatever'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2427/0048zm3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882936428295993645.post-742396369800630075</id><published>2009-02-23T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:02:46.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you afraid of the dark?</title><content type='html'>So I woke up this morning feeling as if I'd never gone to bed.  Ever had one of those awful nights where all you do is have dreams (nightmares, rather) about the most random and upsetting things?  You wake up knowing that it was a dream, but it feels so real.  You rationalize, you convince yourself it couldn't have actually happened, you recall all the instances that aren't possible in the real world, all the things that make no sense, yet you can't shake the feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting how you can start your day so unsettled because of the dreams you had the night before, even if they were just dreams.  Or is it because subconsciously, I'm afraid of them coming true, or of them being more likely to happen than I'd like?  Perhaps this is the outlet for your fears that you don't think about/avoid thinking about consciously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882936428295993645-742396369800630075?l=andrewmok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/feeds/742396369800630075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3882936428295993645&amp;postID=742396369800630075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/742396369800630075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/742396369800630075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html' title='Are you afraid of the dark?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2427/0048zm3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3882936428295993645.post-6423817048665631677</id><published>2009-02-05T15:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:00:44.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back....but for how long?</title><content type='html'>So today I came to a realization: I enjoy blogging.  There's no point in denying or fighting it.  Those who have known me for awhile have probably seen my on again, off again love affair with various blogs - whether it be personal, sports, or other.  I always find a reason to start a blog (likely cause: procrastination and/or boredom), but I never seem to find the motivation to keep it going, or I run out of things to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately though, I always come crawling back.  This has finally led me to believe that I need to blog.  I enjoy blogging.  I enjoy reading other people's blogs.  There are some excellent blogs out there which have been interesting, thought provoking and really provide an insight into the lives of the people who write them.  Not only can understanding other people's lives help you understand them, but it can lead to new a found respect for them, as well as self-motivation and general introspection that you would be hard-pressed to find from any other source.     So here's another attempt from me, and maybe I'll be able to actually keep this one going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many reading this (likely through Facebook, with stalkers abound) are thinking "Why the hell is he blogging for?  That is so grade 9."  While I agree, that in many ways, blogging is a little bit &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;passé, I think that would be more applicable to the "today I did this, today I did that, tomorrow I'm going to do this"  kind of blog.  At the end of the day, I just want a place to put my thoughts down in writing.  I don't care if nobody reads it.  It is simply an outlet for one's thoughts, opinions, emotions and it is one that I'd recommend to many people who have never blogged before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially true if you enjoy writing, as I do.  I may never have been the greatest writer throughout my life or academic career, but there has always been something about writing that I have enjoyed.  As I've often said, my dream job is really to be a writer for a magazine or something like that.  Alas, my future (at least for now), lies in bean-counting.  So in lieu of a sweet job at Men's Health or something, here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that do end up reading this, hopefully I'll offer some laughs, some insights, some stuff that might interest you.  Whoever reads this, I promise to do as little "this is what I did today" and instead candidly talk about real things, both in my life and in general.  And I swear that my blog template is only temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3882936428295993645-6423817048665631677?l=andrewmok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/feeds/6423817048665631677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3882936428295993645&amp;postID=6423817048665631677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/6423817048665631677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3882936428295993645/posts/default/6423817048665631677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewmok.blogspot.com/2009/02/backbut-for-how-long.html' title='Back....but for how long?'/><author><name>Andrew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://img329.imageshack.us/img329/2427/0048zm3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
