<?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-6083235</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:13:28.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SiNgInG mY sOnG</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6083235.post-115820469334415070</id><published>2006-09-13T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:31:33.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><summary type='text'>www.haylin7.blogspot.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/115820469334415070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/115820469334415070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115820469334415070' title='new blog'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-113119940706611487</id><published>2005-11-05T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T07:03:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny. I created this blog with a title that I used to call my bf. However, it seems ironic that as I type in my user name and password (which was also created with some reference to my bf) I'm only signing in to write in my blog about our break up.  Things about our relationship, I'll let the world know now, was not always perfect. ALthough most people looked at us and thought that we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/113119940706611487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/113119940706611487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113119940706611487' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-112231316314548243</id><published>2005-07-25T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:39:23.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey people! i'm finally blogging!the last couple months have been completely different than the 1st months in toronto. I've been chillin a lot more, still going out late but the activities are a lot different. and i feel different. I guess I should explain:First months in toronto i wanted to get as much done in the least amount of time; meaning i wanted to do everything toronto had to offer. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/112231316314548243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/112231316314548243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112231316314548243' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-111923357242448101</id><published>2005-06-19T20:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:12:52.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning</title><summary type='text'>Just to let the people who are close to me know:....I will be alright, don't worry about me. I need to figure some stuff out on my own. The biggest thing is that, though I just came back from vacation from Edmonton, I miss HIM more than ever. It's made my head spin. But I will be ok...I'll figure it out. Time will pass and this little kaffuful will be out of my system.   Why can't everything be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/111923357242448101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/111923357242448101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111923357242448101' title='Spinning'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-110990399975929237</id><published>2005-03-03T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T19:39:59.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has a story</title><summary type='text'>My man's in China this moment, living the life, while im in canada, working from 730am to 630pm...sucks. I wish I had parents that owned a travel agency and that could afford a plane ticket for me to go to China, or Italy. Speaking of which, there are soooo many italian men in the area that I live in! there's great italian restaurants with great italian..um...food  haha! no really, i've never met</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/110990399975929237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/110990399975929237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110990399975929237' title='Everyone has a story'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-110973063111469747</id><published>2005-03-01T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T19:30:31.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The biggest betrayal is being dumped by your friend. When they say they don't want to be friends with you anymore, it's almost worse than being dumped by your bf. True that if trust is no longer there, friendship is hard to mend. So in the long run, ending a friendship that wasn't solid to begin with shouldn't be hard to part with. I am moving out of my current apartment. My roommate and I cannot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/110973063111469747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/110973063111469747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110973063111469747' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-110083638403681795</id><published>2004-11-18T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:53:04.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><summary type='text'>i don't think anything has ever been on my mind as much as graduating has. I don't understand. All my life i've been waiting for this to happen. Besides getting married, this is honestly what I've been preparing myself for: Graduating. And now that it's only less than a month away, I have no idea what to do! I mean, i know what to do....GET A JOB. Everyone said it wasn't gonna be easy blah blah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/110083638403681795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/110083638403681795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110083638403681795' title='Torn'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109915069031645950</id><published>2004-10-30T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T09:42:18.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EBAY BUYERS BEWARE OF SELLER!!</title><summary type='text'>as usual, i'm gonna bitch on my blog cuz honestly, i have nothing to write about if i don't! ha! so last tuesday i won a bag on ebay. it wasn't even that cute. i don't know what i was thinking. i just wanted to win something that day. so yes...it would be my fault for not really wanting the bag.however, the payment options on the website said that i would havbe to pay an extra 2.5% ontop of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109915069031645950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109915069031645950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109915069031645950' title='EBAY BUYERS BEWARE OF SELLER!!'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109804963303298343</id><published>2004-10-17T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T15:47:13.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i feel all alone. no one gets me..........</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109804963303298343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109804963303298343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109804963303298343' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109725201234129183</id><published>2004-10-08T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T10:13:32.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>music 245</title><summary type='text'>i am right now sitting in my music class, listening to all my other classmate's compositions. Wow....i suck!! my song was some simple piano song with some strings in the background, whereas other people (prolly wiht a music major) have these amazing techno, orchestraed huge compositions!...well, goes to show what happens when you go out of your own faculty and venture into someone else's. i guess</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109725201234129183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109725201234129183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109725201234129183' title='music 245'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109695473443292351</id><published>2004-10-04T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T23:38:54.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic &amp; Sister</title><summary type='text'>I just spent the whole weekend reading SHOPAHOLIC &amp; SISTER....i read it in one day. the whole day i just sat on my bed and read. it was a friday night and doug was coming in and out of my room asking me "what are we DOING tonight?!" and i was just like "um....hold on..." i swear, he was gonna rip the book outa my hands. it's sooooo good!! i laughed out loud so many times! sigh....sometimes i wish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109695473443292351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109695473443292351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109695473443292351' title='Shopaholic &amp; Sister'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109670379921804993</id><published>2004-10-02T01:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:56:39.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi there! How are you today??</title><summary type='text'>Usually, my everyday motions on the Internet is check my email, check my other emails and then check my courses web sites. Occasionally I go to soapoperafan.com to check up what's been happening on Days (actually lately it's been more than "occasionally" cuz i keep missing the show)and then i read other people's blogs to visit friend's websites. However, for the past week and 1/2, i've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109670379921804993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109670379921804993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670379921804993' title='Hi there! How are you today??'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109357177618160327</id><published>2004-08-26T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:58:09.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing the test of time</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here, in my new house in waterloo, i can't help but feel a mix of sadness and regret with relief and a sense of newnessI was going through some of my old boxes in my new room (that resembles nothing like mine own but more like a guest room) and i came across my old yearbook from grade 7. Reading some of the stuff people wrote, it reminded me of how i was back then, how i viewed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109357177618160327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109357177618160327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357177618160327' title='Standing the test of time'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109357062668695308</id><published>2004-08-26T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:58:31.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To: Trudy Ko</title><summary type='text'>Tru, hun, i'm gonna miss you.i'm gonna miss your over energetic smile and your "HEY LEANNE!!!" when i'm totally and completely drained from work and i seem like a complete bitch.i'm gonna miss your cookingi'm gonna miss teaching you how to put on makeup or the technical skills you need to put a perfect wedding outfit togetheri'm gonna miss your second time out to a club and i'm gonna miss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109357062668695308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109357062668695308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357062668695308' title='To: Trudy Ko'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109293273054918297</id><published>2004-08-19T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:59:23.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>best way to lose weight is....</title><summary type='text'>One more week and i'm off to Toronto and Miami! so anyone in TO during the 26th and 27th of August, gimme a call or email me and we'll meet up.For the past 4 days, I have not been able to eat due to my wisdom teeth extractions. Food has never been more deliciously desired than when you can't eat it. I went to T&amp;T the other day to buy congee for myself (becuase that's all i can eat) and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109293273054918297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109293273054918297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109293273054918297' title='best way to lose weight is....'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-109034870864464326</id><published>2004-07-20T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T02:00:19.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>doug</title><summary type='text'>I haven't written in a long time, mainly cuz i honestly don't know what else to say but that i'm bored. i'm bored with where i am in my life. it's like, i'm just waiting to leave edmonton to actually start my "new" life..meet new people, live in a new apartment. I've moved so many times in my life that to stay in one city for more than 4 years seems to be so...unexciting. I love my friends....but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109034870864464326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/109034870864464326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109034870864464326' title='doug'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-108726846900982750</id><published>2004-06-14T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T02:01:57.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The KO's</title><summary type='text'>I have this thing about posting blogs. it's not that i don't enjoy writing and reading what other people's lives are about. it's just that everyone else's blogs seem more interesting than mine. i mean, all i write about in blogs are complaints. and honestly, the only time i write are times that i feel down, uncertain. and that hasn't been the case for awhile. but lately, it just seems like there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/108726846900982750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/108726846900982750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108726846900982750' title='The KO&apos;s'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-108546813748860308</id><published>2004-05-25T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T00:55:37.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss him. it's wierd not seeing him for a whole day and not even call or talk, knowing that he's just a 10 min drive away. it's so much easier when he's in van or i'm in toronto...but when he's in town, it's really hard. it's not like we purposely not call, it's just that...well, we just don't anymore. i don't know what's happening. a friend once told me that most couples, after 2 1/2 years, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/108546813748860308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/108546813748860308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546813748860308' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107898501204284887</id><published>2004-03-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T02:02:36.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>edmonton sucks. that is all</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107898501204284887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107898501204284887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898501204284887' title='edmonton sucks. that is all'/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107881613594992560</id><published>2004-03-09T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T00:13:49.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my rant today is about people who think they know everything. know-it-alls. they bug the flippin crap outa me! and i've noticed lately that many people that surround me are just that. Their attitudes are that they know everything, and you know nothing. Perhaps not to that extreme but they do make me feel like ok...so everything i just said you completely ignored me and dismissed everything i said</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107881613594992560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107881613594992560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107881613594992560' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107603508326287758</id><published>2004-02-05T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:40:25.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today i feel like i've hit a wall, hard and cold. a blind fold has been lifted off...i finally see what my mother was talking about. I cannot deal with stress. When i stress, i fat-pay-hay at absolutly everyone. and those are the days you wanna stay away from me. But today....it finally hit home that i have a serious temper problem and i cannot take critisism well. I absoluely SUCK at it. But one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107603508326287758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107603508326287758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603508326287758' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107547816283792082</id><published>2004-01-30T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T08:58:16.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ya!! one exam down, 3 exams and 1 project to go! and then i'm going to van!! with my babypie...s'gonna be loads of fun..i'm damn excited. this morning, all the lights went out in my apartment...and it was just mine, no one else's apartment. i hate my place as of now. everything is going wrong. that apprentice show makes me feel so inferior..but at the same time, inspiring. i wanna be that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107547816283792082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107547816283792082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107547816283792082' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107531105766275081</id><published>2004-01-28T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:33:08.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how is it that some people can affect you in such a big way? even when you never see them, never talk to them, they're not even in the same city or country? YOu know how when someone says something really critical or really rude or really....just hits close to home, you tend to hear it in your head all the time? like a broken record. over and over and over again.....  thats what i'm feeling. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107531105766275081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107531105766275081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531105766275081' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107104381985776097</id><published>2003-12-10T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T01:11:16.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jonny depp rules!! period. the end. p.s.  suzette....i still like my "font size=1" better. looks better. just get better glasses! haha! jk =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107104381985776097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107104381985776097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107104381985776097' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107091668973492894</id><published>2003-12-08T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T13:51:41.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my bus201 exam is giving me a headache. i don't understand how those people in comp sci can look at computers all day and not get like, 5 inch glasses. my eyes are killing me! all this exel crap.  but my exam in in 10 minutes and i'm still here, writing away in my little blog. sigh..some things will never change. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107091668973492894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107091668973492894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091668973492894' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107075106331353026</id><published>2003-12-06T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:54:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "The purpose of the Bible is to teach us that God is the Creator,         and not how the Father, Son and Holy Spirit created." D. Lamoureux YES YES YES!!!!! science doesn't belong in the Bible, but it's inevitable....which has the possibility hinder one's growth.                                                                       </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107075106331353026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107075106331353026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075106331353026' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-107075015052410019</id><published>2003-12-06T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:36:01.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm so glad that course is over. though i learned tons, it hurt my brain thinking about that subject. literally. and writing for 3 hours isn't cool either. that subject can bring up so many conversations even though it's deep. it's not always fun to debate cuz you don't always know how much the other person knows about this subject. so i won't...debate....it's not fun.3 more exams and one more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107075015052410019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/107075015052410019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075015052410019' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-106983015278666961</id><published>2003-11-26T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T00:02:41.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>almost done...almost done. only 2 more paragraphs to go. So far, the relationship between religion and science is a strong interconnected relationship with independence on both parts. yeah. confusing. gotta clean up my thesis.  in other news, i saw Gothika over the weekend. boy...scary. but i'd have to say not even CLOSE to the Ring. but then again, i kinda watched both movies with only one eye..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106983015278666961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106983015278666961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983015278666961' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-106962422229326374</id><published>2003-11-23T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:50:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING BREATH=NOT ALWAYS THAT FUN =)THis essay is killing me. What is the relationship between science and religion? I've come to the conclusion that I HAVE NO IDEA  and i'm gonna have to bullshit this whole essay. damn....but honestly, this question has boggled my mind for a very long time. well, at least since i've began taking this class. I'm beginnig to honestly believe that evolution may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106962422229326374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106962422229326374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106962422229326374' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-106918170358143797</id><published>2003-11-18T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T11:55:10.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this will be better....i swear =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106918170358143797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106918170358143797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918170358143797' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-106911958111473788</id><published>2003-11-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:41:51.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just spent 6 hours in the computer lab....entering 300 survey data into an excel sheet and then analyzing it. i hate marketing research. definetly, definetly NOT the area of marketing i will be doing...if i have to do that for a job, i will kill everyone i see! ahhhhhhhh! Ice cream is good.Shopping is good. The Bachelor is good.Entering data in excel sheet and sorting through them manually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106911958111473788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106911958111473788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911958111473788' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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-6083235.post-106894344712449564</id><published>2003-11-15T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T17:52:30.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Below are the major categories. Most Asians fit into multiple groups. For example, Rice-boys can also be Fobs and many Tabs are Fobulous. The only groups that are never part of another group are the Twinkies and the Asian-Americans. Claim your Fobbiness! When you see your Asian friend, greet them with "Wassup Fob!" And if your Asian friend says something ridiculous, say "Fob please!" Of course, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106894344712449564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6083235/posts/default/106894344712449564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbpie.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106894344712449564' title=''/><author><name>Cordy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13971529019907184602</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>
